Boss Is A Control Freak Novels & Stories

His voice trailed off when the big boss glared at him, “When I tell you to do something, you better do it without asking questions. Bianca is the only one allowed to bully me and the people around her, no one else has that right” with that he clenched his fist together, “sue them all” he gritted, “and daily trust, tell their manager to come and meet me now” “Yes boss” As Bruno made his way out of the office, one thing was clear to him, the big boss was out to get anyone who tries to bully the same woman he bullied five years ago.

Such a brave girl. “And why is that?” “I just find it inappropriate to live with my bosses.” She put forth plainly. “And in that pretty little head of yours, you still think we have a simple boss-employee relationship? Honey, are you talking about the very same bosses who know every inch of your body, who know how your moans sound like when they pound into you; who know how your face looks like when your body trembles from the pleasure that they bring to you. You mean those bosses? We might as well as put a ring on your finger because you are ours.”

The Boss’s Jealousy The Boss wasn’t a man given to emotions at least, not the kind that showed. He’d spent years building walls — not brick with steel and glass. Everything in Boss’s Spot reflected that: clean lines, precise angles, no clutter and no chaos. The kind of control that made men kneel without being told. Control kept him alive. Control kept them alive. Since that night — the first and only time Rico had stood in this room and said no — something had been cracking in the walls he’d built, quiet cracks, hairline fractures.

Because I'd gotten cocky with the wrong person. I splashed water on my face, gripping the edges of the sink whilst staring at my reflection; My eyes were red-rimmed and my face looked pale. The Boss wasn't just a fixer, he's a monster, a ruthless, barbaric one who knows things he shouldn't. I knew he was crazy and a psycho but to this extent? Never…I never imagined. What had I gotten into? I'd thought he was a tool, someone to use and discard. But he had me on a leash now. One tug, and more people died. Kianna? Dad? Or my family?

He also know how to use his charms to make others do his bidding. We walked through the empty halls in silence and it only made me more nervous. He knows that what's bothering me is a personal matter and if someone is stalking us, this would definitely be a big scoop. It's such a good thing that despite his absurd behavior, he still knows what would be best for the company. When we finally entered my office, as soon as the door closed, he started bombarding me with questions. Which I haven't have the chance yet to answer as of this moment.

“I am out,” “Yeah baby!” Baste screamed, making me turn to find him humping air. I shook my head, getting out of there. Baste was too old for this and slowly he was slipping out of control. I just hoped for his sake he kept it in mind that I was his boss. I would hate to make an example out of him. Even with his sacrifices, he needed to know his place. I had no problem digging his eyes out of his sockets just like I didn’t mind tying that fucking brat and spanking her red.

He teased. "No one is an island, you just have to accept the fact that atimes in life you'll need help. So go on, I'm listening." I added, almost in a stern tone. "Are you forgetting something here!" He asked, with a smirk on his face. "What is that?" I asked, pasting a curious look on my face. "The fact that I'm your boss! You seem to have thrown that out the window, when it's not supposed to be the case." He said.

The man in the black turtleneck stood silently. “What do you think?” the boss asked without looking up. “He’s dangerous. But he might still be useful.” “Hmm. Let’s see what he does.” The boss picked up his drink again, but this time, he didn’t sip. “Send two men after him. Just in case.”

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.

“He even gave me this today. Said it would protect me.” Lydia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pendant. “That’s beautiful! And thoughtful. Most bosses don’t give gifts like that. Are you two…?” “No!” I said quickly, waving my hands. “Nothing like that. He just said he wants to be friends. Even though he’s my boss.” Lydia grinned and took a bite of her salad. “Friends with the big boss? That could be dangerous… or very interesting. So tell me about you, Clara. What did you do before this job?”