Boss For Me Novels & Stories

“Boss?! What... what are you doing here?” I leaned back, crossing my arms, the corners of my lips twitching into a grin. “Just checking in on my assistant. You know, the one who’s been... a bit distracted lately. All that time out, supposedly down with some mysterious ‘illness.’” “Boss?” His girlfriend’s eyes widened, brows lifting in surprise. "Didn’t you say you two were just friends?” I chuckled, throwing him a pointed look. "Oh, yes. He’s my assistant... and my only friend.

I must be tired that I fell asleep with my head on my table. “Have you eaten dinner?” he asked again, reaching for my forehead and pressing his lips to stop himself from laughing as he took the sticky paper that got stuck on my skin. “Sky would surely agree to this note,” he chuckled, returning the paper to me. I bit my lower lip, blushing at what I had written on the small sticky note. My boss is an a**hole! I scoffed. “Would I be reprimanded because of this?” I cleared my table, piled the folders, and took my bag from the file pedestal drawer.

“ Boss , I cannot do anything in this mansion at the moment . “ said Mel . “ What ? Why ? Massimo is currently letting his guard down on you . There is no better way than now to get the information we need . What is making it hard for you to proceed ?! “ said the boss with a surprised tone . Mel took a deep breath as she tried to explain the situation to her boss . “ Boss , my friend is here with me . I cannot act here . She doesn’t known my identity . “ said Mel hoping that her boss would understand her intention . Her boss remained silent for a few minutes then spoke . “ Mel , are you stupid ? “ said her boss with a cold threatening tone . “ Boss ? “ said Mel uneasy . “ You are one of our

I shouted, clutching the front of the shirt I was wearing tightly, as if holding my shattered heart in my fingers. "It's nothing like that." Cassian roared, running his hands through his hair. "How is it not? What else could it be? What other motive would drive you to do all that, to keep me with you all this time knowing who I really am?" "You're not that naive, little squirrel." He cupped my chin, making me look directly at him. "I'm the fucking Boss of London. I'm not some kid who kidnaps a woman because he doesn't have the ability to win her over."

I cannot tell how I managed to get to get back to the table, but I find my fists pressing barbarously on the hard wood. Boss? He is the new boss. Somebody,, please wake me up from this horrible dream. What kind of games can fate be playing with me right now, huh? And why? Didn’t he put me through enough pain and humiliation that he had to pop into my life again at this delicate moment and hold my fate? “Are you okay?” His face ignites fire in every part of my body.

But look how far I got. I am a werewolf, the Luna of a Pack. And most importantly, my boss is a werewolf! THE END

John laughed. I found the video she made and saw Meera, wrapped in a fluffy nightwear, acting so innocent as she faked tears for the teenagers who got bullied and for the people who got affected by the attack. "I can understand why everyone would think I influenced those girls to bully those innocent students. But I assure you that I never told anyone to harm anybody. All I ever did was show you all the best side of fashion, entertain you with my life, and... I didn't instigate anyone to harm anyone," She cried, wiping the side of her eyes.

"Really? Katlyn did that when she was little?” I rounded the corner, and the world seemed to tilt. Sitting at our small dining table, looking perfectly handsome and deceptively innocent in a fresh navy suit, was my boss. He looked up, his grey eyes gleaming with a dark, intense focus that pinned me to the spot. "Oh, hi, Assistant." I stood frozen, my hand gripping the doorframe as I stared at him in utter shock. My grandma noticed me first. "Katlyn! Don't just stand there being disrespectful," Nana scolded, though her eyes were bright with excitement. "How clumsy could you be to leave your bag at the office? Your very generous boss brought it back to you personally.”

“She’s insane! No player has ever gotten this close to the boss. She’s literally on top of him!” “Mad respect… Let’s pour one out early for her.” “But wait, this boss is actually insanely good-looking. I kind of want to kiss him asleep.” “Dude, your username says you’re a guy.” “No wonder people get converted. If this guy existed in real life, he’d be an idol-level star.” “What’s happening? Why did the screen suddenly go black?” “Huh?” … I lay on top of the boss, too scared to even breathe. Thankfully, he didn’t wake up. I tried to get up, but my body wouldn’t move at all. Something behind me kept pressing me down, forcing me onto him.

The only text I'd gotten that day that had been genuinely for me came from Chris. "Professor Ellsworth has game on the client side after all. My systems have been running clean, customer satisfaction up again. Between running the books AND acting full-time, you deserve an Oscar. I'm not watching the Academy Awards without you." The weight lifted. "Yeah yeah," I replied. "Ran the numbers. My real performance will be decent." A buzz immediately. "Great teacher, greater student. When your bonus outstrips mine, dinner's on you." "Ten dinners, if you want them."