Boss Possesive Novels & Stories

I teased. “I’m serious, Eloise,” he said flatly. I let out a sigh. “You know I’m not a fan of possessive behavior. It’s a red flag.” “I’m possessive of everything. It’s a part of who I am.” “Define everything,” I challenged. “Everything includes how much of my cock you can take in your mouth.” My throat went dry, and I immediately wondered about it. “We just talked about…” “About what?” “About Kyle, Zoey...” I bit my bottom lip. “Just that.”

I watched him with that expression quietly as I watched his smile fade. He was wrong. I'm not possessive. I've never been possessive. "You are a little wrong boyfriend. I'm not possessive. I'm..."

“Soon, my love. Soon I will take care of you again.” Possessive, obsessive and jealous. Please leave a vote and a comment!

“No one else touches you." “Possessive much?” Jolene muttered. “Very much so.” He agreed.

"In any case, it seems as though Sir, doesn't trust me, since he got that job from me. said Haya unfortunately. "In this way, you need to demonstrate that that paper isn't exactly yours. Didn't you say somebody just stoned you?" Haya gestured. "Indeed." "Indeed, it's conceivable that one of our colleagues is the genuine proprietor of the paper. He would have rather not gotten found out, so he tossed that paper at you." Tora made sense of "You're correct, the genuine proprietor is simply in our room. said Haya. Tora then pulled her back to the homeroom. They entered and went to the front, and their colleagues checked them out.

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It was of the way her voice had curled around that single word earlier, possessive, certain, like a claim neither of them had spoken aloud before. Mine.

The weight of the kitchen’s silence was suffocating, every staff member standing like a statue, hanging onto every word of the man who owned their livelihoods. ​"The Porsche, Tim," Jax said, nudging him with an elbow. "The 911 you’ve been eyeing. It’s yours. I’m a man of my word." ​He leaned back against the counter, right above where I was huddled, his voice carrying clearly to every corner of the room.

The Boss gaze is fixed on her Mr. Boss, as he's known to his associates, is a towering figure, with a cold, steely gaze. He sits behind his desk, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling around his head like a serpent. He takes a long drag, his eyes never leaving Sarah's face. She's starting to feel dizzy from the smoke, and her mouth is dry.