Boss Is A Control Freak Novels & Stories

" Oh crap , that dude is too bossy , maybe it's because he's kinda close to my dad. Always wanna control my life." " No shit. That's my weak spot. I truly love guys who are bossy ." " Boys..." I sighed and crossed my arms. " You don't like boys?" She asked and raised her brows. " Are you gonna hate me?" " No, I mean it's cool. Most times we just need to let boys go, they are just crazy sometimes." She said and I chuckled. " Thanks." " Cool." She sighed and stopped. " Over that office." she said, pointing to an office for me.

"Well, he might think I was being over-confident and was given to fooling around. Kissing him could have sent the wrong message, then I went with Roy—that sealed a conclusion to him." "That would be a new way to look at it in my book of experience, Gina." "I know The Boss well, it's possible. He loved me, but not romantically. He might think I was getting too close to him, too comfortable." "And what's so bad about that?" "He told me stories about his past assistants who showed potential—how they lost their development pace the moment they got too close to him. They started getting emotional and personal. Familiarity breeds contempt—that was what he said."

You answer to me, remember. She nodded and cleared her throat. "The Boss can be cocky, arrogant, controlling, manipulative, hotheaded, and attractive. What makes it worse is that he knows it. He has bloodlust. He stares at people with some undertone of rage, as though he wishes for them to mess up so he can put a bullet in them. However, the moment he looks at you or talks about you, it's gone; he is content. And that is quite far from the man most of us know, who always seems rather isolated. He trusts very few people, which includes his family. He’s searching for something." I stared at Alessia from under my full semi-permanent lashes, before grinning. Alessia was purely talented, no doubt

The last thing I want to do is disobey him. She shrugs "Whatever you say." I am about to speak when I hear Boss yelling on the phone again. "Always remember Jennie, you don’t fucking control your life, I control it for you. Make another mistake and you will fucking regret it!" He barks through the phone.

Uuugh, so much for my good deed! He’ so polished and gentlemanly today. Not that he was particularly otherwise when we first met, it’s just that the vulnerability then is completely gone now. He now came across as a man in control of every situation. I just can’t believe it! I’ve read all of his CEO reports, followed all of his board meeting decisions. I hate to admit it but he's breathtakingly good looking; clean lines everywhere; jawline, frame....those icy blue eyes feel like they're looking into my soul. His hair isn't quite black, but darker than brown and is styled short but with enough length on the top to be styled back with product.

He was afraid of facing the same fate as his colleagues. The boss was quite disgruntled. His hands itched for his gun but he still needed to complete an errand and he was no fan of driving himself. He had to manage this scared cat of a driver and bodyguard. 'Ptff! They are all pussies ' It was awfully quiet in the car so the boss instructed in a friendly tone.

he replied coldly. "I swear I had no idea she would believe it. It was just a joke." He sighed, shaking his head in disagreement. "What the hell made you want to make up a story like that?" he almost shouted. "Just because we were childhood friends doesn't mean you have the right to say things like that about me. You don't know how much that puts my image at risk. Alice could easily believe what you said and expose it to the world. And you know what would happen? It would fuck up all the hard work I've done!" His face was so red that I swore he was going to explode with anger. "And in the end, I'm your boss! You should respect me!"

I tossed the phone on the bed and quickly grabbed my tie to loosen it. The day was hectic and being the boss of the Cosa Nostra and the CEO of the Mason Enterprise wasn't a balancing act... it was a burden. That's why we have a chain of command. But somehow, even with all that, I was always the one cleaning up their messes. I secured the white towel around my waist and immediately I took a step towards the bathroom, I started hearing another buzzing from my phone. “What is it again Bob?” I asked without trying to hide the anger in my voice. Bobby was my brother and it pissed me off that he literally comes running to me about everything. That was mainly the reason why nobody thought he could

I’m convinced killing a fellow human fundamentally changes a person, casting their features in a hardness that turns them into stone. The Boss has all of these characteristics and then some. Yet he’s breathtaking. “You should mind your tone with me,” he says gently. We both know there’s no reason for him to raise his voice or use a forceful tone. This is what control looks like, what power looks like. He can command the room without losing his cool—a feat not many are capable of achieving. “You should mind your tone with me,” I say just as gently. “Do you have any idea who I am? The moment you laid a hand on me, you signed your own death warrant. Release me now, and I’ll make sure your demis

“Don't ever teach me about anything, Bobby. You can't interfere in my problems because this is a problem that I have to solve myself and you have no right to control me at all. This is something that I could never have imagined and of course you have no reason to keep forcing me like this.” Bobby really didn't know how to make his boss really understand and comprehend that this was not something that was worth continuing to maintain, feeling like the most hurt part of all the problems that existed was certainly not something good and this was something that no one could ever imagine, and who deserved to understand? Of course Bobby felt very annoyed.