Boss For Me Novels & Stories

But Sir always knew when I lied. My boss, I typed. I don't know why. I can't stop thinking about him. Long pause. Then: Interesting. Tell me about him. What does he look like? Dark hair. Dark eyes. Sharp features. He's tall. Commanding. Cold, usually, but sometimes he looks at me like— Like what? Like he's seeing something underneath. Something I keep hidden. And does that excite you? The idea that he might see the real you? Yes.

my voice was a little high pitched and defensive. "Me thinks you protest too much," Jonathan teased with a crooked smirk on his lips. I glared at him causing the smile to disappear. "Do you want more?" I turned to look at Bobby, he was staring at me with a serious expression on his face. I gave a thought to his question before answering. Reign is a good guy, one of the best, handsome kind, any woman will be lucky to be with him. I shook my head before speaking my words out loud. "Reign has never shown that kind of interest in me, as a matter of fact he is my boss, and a very good friend. I don't want anything to jeopardise that. I will hate to lose him."

They all are cowards and not loyal. “ I Am the bossman of Black Clover from this second,” I growled out looking at every one of them. “ How can you be a boss man when Jake is still alive? Don't you know the rules of the Mafia!” Some fucker snickered like he is the genius one in between us but that fucker doesn't know what I am going to do.

Basilisk replied before he left the old man inside his office. Monde or also known as Bowser might be an ally but the Boss doesn’t want his attitude for the past few months and his drug dealing business not working. The Boss didn’t get any penny last month which confuses him and after a day, the Boss finds out that Bowser gets all the money that belongs to the boss. Loyalty is all the Boss wanted as he trusts them but Bowser tries the Boss’s patience and put him to the extent that he wants to take Bowser's life.

‘Boss had always thought about boldness and confidence. I am not afraid of this fucker. He ain’t as dangerous as boss at all.’“... a game that has been rebranded and now, it involves four characters. Let’s just say, by involving me, you are gradually inciting a war on yourself and I hope you can bear it when he comes looking for you.”He crouched to meet me eyeball to eyeball. “Look missy, whoever you Boss is, he ain’t a bother. You can speak in parables all you wanna but, that won’t take you that far.” He gradually straightened up with a sneer on his face.

I should probably fix that… “What about?” she smirked. “You know what I mean. Ghost.” “Boss, the benefit of being the boss is that you can do whatever the fuck you want.” My face must have been sceptical. “Patching him won’t change anything, D. He can stand beside you without having to take over.” She sighed when she saw my face. “What is bugging you, boss?”

I tell him, with pride, “You have what is rightly mine. You have my mate, my house, my life, my everything.. And I’m going to take it all back.” “Your mate,” he says to me, seemingly incredulously, “YOUR MATE? .ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” “Yes, mine,” I tell him, smiling, “And soon I will be Alpha again, you’ll see. The boss will come through.” As long as I have the boss, I’ll be ok. I know it's true. He’ll be here any minute. “Who is this boss you keep referring to,” Levi asks me, leaning in seriously, “What does he tell you to do?”

“ Paul is the big boss of the club Jimmy signed you to.” “ Wow …” “ So bluntly put; your bosses , bosses , bosses , boss; wants your girl and you work for him . “ ©#KCMmuoe

beaming, she kissed him on the cheek. "You are just a gem waiting to be discovered, Gina," The Boss said. He reached behind with one arm and patted her shoulder—part out of fondness, part to stop her from kissing him again. He had this sudden fear that if she kissed him again, she would do so while mistaking him as her … 'dad'.

Someone who could possibly have a dangerous weapon on him and might end up doing horrible things to me? Knowing that I was only procrastinating from the worst, I opened my eyes to the shocking realization that it wasn't a burglar, but my boss, Nathan Synclair, sitting on a chair by the bed and taking on his phone. Correction, yelling on his phone. Even in a wrinkled blue shirt and grey tailored pants; disheveled short black hair and electric blue eyes, he had the power to wreck havoc to my senses, and even in my sleep induced jumbled state of mind, I was glad to see him by my side. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t making much sense right now, otherwise, why on earth would I be glad to see my bully-b