Boss In Love Novels & Stories

And that is what he is going to do instead. "Boss, if I may say so, you appear to have been moved by your lady love in this scene. If that is the case, then why don't you go over there and stake your claim on her instead if you seem to have been that affected by the sight of them being together?" The boss responded with another murderous glare, drawing a chuckle from Kyle.

the Boss said, his eyes glinting with steel behind the softness, “is not forgiveness. It is justice. Return Rico to me. Let the boy heal where he belongs. You know as well as I do, this city needs me whole. And without him, I am not whole.” Silence. Then whispers. And then nods. Money could buy silence, but love — love could justify anything. The next morning, news leaked like water through cracks. Radio stations buzzed with rumors: The Boss is in talks with the law. Rico might be released. Not because of bribery, but because of love.

As she hurried down the hallway, her thoughts raced. How could this happen? How could she possibly navigate this new reality where her boss—her respected and admired boss—had just confessed his love for her? And what did it mean for her career, for her future? She didn't have any answers to those questions but she knew that she wouldn't be free with him again. He doesn't know anything about her, that's why he is confessing his love to him. Though she had told him that she was once married, he doesn't know that she has a child.

Aldridge immediately turns to her plate as Theo clears his throat and looks at his boss. “Well.” Robert says. “I can say that I am familiar with both cultures.” He reaches for his wife’s hand and squeezes it. “Thanks to these two beloved people in my life.” He smiles at her and turns to Theo with a genuine smile. He can only smile at his boss’s words, the old man always loves making poetic remarks. But this time Theo can’t enjoy it, he feels guilty for feeling something dangerous against the man’s wife.

“That’s what’s freaking you out, isn’t it? You just found out you kissed the big boss man?” “I…” My mind spun. Technically, it wouldn’t be a lie if I said no, I didn’t work for him… Yet. Lana had fired me earlier in the week, and I wouldn’t start working for Brick until Monday, so at the moment, no, I was not employed at JFI, and therefore he couldn’t be my boss’s boss. But it’d still feel like a lie to me, so I couldn’t say no, either. And yet, I couldn’t tell him yes. He couldn’t find out who I was. This couldn’t get back to Lana. Ever.

Frowning, she grabbed one last, most important item: men's underwear. ​She weighed the sizes for a moment, her face reddening slightly as she recalled her boss's bodily proportions, then chose the largest box. ​Just as she turned toward the cashier, her steps halted. Her blood ran cold. ​Standing only a few meters away from her, in the exact same men's clothing aisle, was Michael, her boyfriend, or more accurately, the bastard she had caught wrestling on the bed with another woman yesterday afternoon. ​The man was not alone. His left arm was affectionately wrapped around the waist of his female coworker, Jessica, the blonde who always acted sweet.

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.

Sleeping with your new boss is not the kind of thing that looks good on anyone's resume, not to mention the awkwardness it creates around the office. And two... I was pissed. I want you so badly, Aria. I need you" and now he didn't recognize me? What an asshole! With his ridiculous indoor sunglasses, his oh-so-cool cigarette, and his stupid black borderline-tuxedo. I hated him. Work was painfully slow that day. It seemed that the arrival of Logan Mendel. his name was Logan, just plain old Logan, not any of the aforementioned exotic names such as Blaze, Blade, Slade, or Jethro...

Her bag slipped from her shoulders. Leo backs her towards his desk, lifting her by the waist, and he sits her on it. "Awn," a moan, escaped Ellen’s lips as Leo’s lips left hers for a few seconds before kissing her more deeply. The piercing sound of a phone ringing had them springing apart. The sound came from Ellen’s bag. The two stared at each other. Ellen’s lips were slightly parted and swollen, and her eyes were glazed over with desire as she stared at the man, her boss, who just ravished her.

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.