Boss Possesive Novels & Stories

Jake, standing beside him, echoed the sentiment, his own eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. "We’re ours, Lila. All of us. Forever. You are the center of our world, the very air we breathe. To think we would willingly leave you is an absurdity." The possessive “ours” hung in the air, a declaration of their unified intent. It wasn’t just a word; it was a brand, a mark of ownership that resonated deep within Lila’s soul. It was a promise of safety, of unwavering devotion, a fortress against the anxieties that gnawed at her. They were hers, and she was theirs, a trinity forged in desire and unbreakable loyalty.

We both smiled when I said that to him. The smile on his face is very obvious and he hugged me tightly. "I don't want anyone to talk to you that close. I'm so jealous." He said while the smile was not removed from his lips. Well, compared before, his smile reached his ears. I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, you're possessive, Mr. Gomez." His mood changed when I suddenly called him the wrong way. "I'm just fencing off what I own." He answered me. "Yes, Sir Henry." I laughed at his frown because he really didn’t want me to call him sir.

Right! Today's the day I meet my supposedly devilish boss, I'm both anxious and terrified at the same time. To be honest, I can't help but dislike him a little, from the way people talk about him and also my little experience from working for him. You must be wondering how I've been working for him without seeing him for two weeks. Well, he's been assigning me duties through the Deputy Manager. =•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=

He keeps the suitcase on the desk. "У нас есть ваше оружие, сэр. [We have your weapons, Sir.]" The man says, his gaze on the ground "Это замечательно, ты пришел как раз вовремя, мне было интересно, что я буду использовать, чтобы убить этого сукина сына [That's wonderful, you came right in time, I was wondering what I would use to kill this son of a bitch!]" Boss says puffing up the cigarette smoke.

His thoughts were cut short when the radio presenter talked about the warehouse of a popular fashion company that got burnt by an unknown cause. Unknown cause?? His secretary turned off the radio. There was nothing Dami could do,the warehouse was gone. Tiana saw the pain in his eyes,she was hurt too,she wished she could help him. "Is any of the Saturday's owambe materials at the warehouse" Dami presided. "No,none of it is there. It's all here. But Boss..." Dami looked up meeting Tiana's eyes. She clearly understood the look, Dami didn't want to be called Boss anymore.

"The ring, the contract… it doesn’t mean I own you.” I realize he’s trying to express something deeper, something that’s tied to his need for control. The way he guards the people close to him, like precious treasures. “But I have to admit…” he continues, his voice quieter now, “I have this possessive streak. It’s like I’m wired to protect what’s mine.”

I slowly turned to Luis who had a satisfied grin on his face. “I wish you all the best, enjoy.” “Can I have your dogs?” I stared at him with bloodshot eyes. “Easy, easy, I'm just joking.” He said with a smile. “You better be. Losing my title to you doesn't mean I'll lose my profits to you. You need to get your own. Only the Sango owned properties would be transferred to you, not my hard earned properties.” “Okay, okay, jeez relax man. It just a shame that your wife got away, she was such a beautiful beautiful girl, almost like a magnolia in May.

Possessive. Watching me like he was daring me to look away first.

"You, on the other hand, seek my pleasure." "Always," Paris replied, and her mouth left Sigfri’s to begin a downward journey. She kissed her jawline, the sensitive hollow of her neck, and the collarbone that bristled under her touch. Each kiss was a promise—words stating that this was her territory, a place where Dorian could never enter.