Boss Possesive Novels & Stories

Did he deliver the boss? - Yea. But I'm afraid to say that the mastermind, that is, his real boss, was not Mr. Pacheco. Patrick almost spit out the wine he was drinking. - Repeat please. “He said the job for Mr. Pacheco was just a facade. His boss was Pedro Alemão. — The owner of the hill at the time? - Patrick couldn't be more surprised. - Himself. According to Betão, Pedro Alemão was planning a kidnapping of Mr. Pacheco some time ago, so he infiltrated his team to get information.

'' He asked instead, causing a frown from Zee. ''I'm really sorry Mr.... Boss!'' she said. Darien gritted his brows in surprise, and then, frustration. 'Why was she still bouncing back to the topic?' he thought to himself. He had already managed to take it off the media, and had he also taken it out of her head? ''What do you want, Ms. Ling?'' Zee glared at the floor for a moment before hesitantly answering... ''Your forgiveness, boss.'' 'Mmm,' the man muttered. ''And what can you do for my forgiveness?'' He asked, flashing her his signature look.

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.

Possessive. Thorne moved first. He stepped forward, positioning his body between me and the intruder, a deep growl tearing from his chest that made the air itself vibrate. “You will not touch him.” His voice was threaded with lethal authority, green eyes flashing. “Every inch, every pulse, every breath belongs to us. Do you understand?”

His nails dug into her soft and smooth skin making her gasp. Porishma whimpered and closed her eyes at their closeness. His chest was pressed to her and she could feel his hardness under his pants. He purposely pressed his chest just to feel her round breast into his body. His hot breaths were coming from his mouth fanning her face. "I'm possessive, Sunshine that I only want you to be with me. I don't want to see you talking to any males, hugging and laughing will be the end of them", He said and captured her lips again but this time not roughly but in passion that showed her as his Possession.

“Like he owned her.” “Like he has authority over her, but not in the same way you think.” I slumped back and tilted my head. He went on, “He is extremely possessive of her but in a way that you are toward Phoebe, equal part annoyance, superiority and love. So, I looked into it and guess what I found.” “Dom,” I took a deep breath, “the mental situation I’m in, I can’t guess, so get to the fucking point.” “I dug into the Rossi's history a bit to catch up and I found news.”

My mind is already spinning, replaying the conversation and the phantom image of Angela with another man. Possession. That’s what this is. She’s mine. No one else has the right to her.

He announced Possessive much? "So that I don't escape?" "With me, You wouldn't want to go anyway… moreover you have nowhere to go, darling.".

I want nothing for myself but for this. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ -----End-----

"I live in your house; I don't know if that counts. Besides, how can that hurt you? I'm a free girl." "In that you are mine alone! From this moment on, I forbid you to be seen with this man or anyone else. Do you understand?" he asked in a domineering tone, and she opened her eyes wide in the face of this attack of possessiveness. To have been not to possess. You can have what you don't want. Possession is having and enjoying what you have. José Saramago.