Bossy Boss Novels & Stories

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa

“Let’s go ahead and start on the paperwork and then Jackie should be in to sign off on everything.” “Is she nice to work for?” Bobby asked as he took the seat across from Buzz behind the desk. “Big time. She’s a great boss, hard worker, and a fun one. She loves this place and her staff and will enjoy picking on you.” Bobby nodded, liking the sounds of that. Hell, even if she was old, he enjoyed a great work environment. And truth be told, he got along great with everyone, so he couldn’t see why he would have any problems. And honestly, if he was smart, and quiet, he was sure he could find some good fuck bodies around here.

he replied before he smiled at me again. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at his all-too-good offer. Deep down, I knew that Ace was kind, but I also knew that he didn’t always let me get my way, especially when it came to work. If I had to classify him into a type of boss, his type would be the ‘bossy boss’ or the ‘pushy boss’ type. That was why I couldn’t help but feel that he was hiding something because the usual Ace would pick out a project for me. He would make sure to staff me on a project where I would be pushed to my limit. I would suffer and then emerge as a stronger and more experienced person by the end of it.

I told Cicily, expecting a response. "Yes, my bossy boss just wouldn't let me take today off. I'm not even a fan of parties," Cicily responded with a smile as she spun. "What does your boss do if I may ask?" I asked her, with my hands gripping her waist. "A businessman with a leading company, sometimes a rogue man, fearful and not afraid to trample on anyone who gets in his way," Cicily responded freely. I wasn't expecting her to say something like that but it was a lead.

She spat stubbornly, that fury I had initially been looking for appearing in her eyes once again. “It’s time to push our main piece into the game, Rob!” she announced, her shoulders squaring up. Reminding me she was still my boss, a fucking CEO of a multinational company! And I knew just how she operated. “Are you ready, Robbie? Things will get noisy real soon”

The employee or the boss? “Go prepare the car, I'm going to do shopping.” “And why do I have to obey you? The boss is Mr. Hilaire.” Aaron couldn't help but look at her tanned skin, her neckline, her big breasts. She yawned and then stretched her body, her breasts bristled, her navel appeared and he looked at her flat stomach. “Simply because I am the boss's daughter.” He looked away and was trying to think of something else so as not to erect.

“The boss wants it on.” Scared at her outburst, I dropped my hands and hugged it around my chest. The boss? Who is the boss? And why does this boss want me here? “Who is your boss?” I asked the question that had been bugging my mind. “You don’t need to know,” Madam Q replied coldly. “The only thing you need to know at the moment is that you are the boss' new pet and you must learn how to please him unless…” her voice trailed off, leaving a deadly chill on my skin.

As much as my pride told me to take it and leave, I couldn't let my body suffer right after I came replenishing it from Maldives. So I tried to reason, "Umm… Actually, Boss, I just came back from a long trip—" "Sorry, is that my concern?" he interrupted, his tone sharp. I bit my lip, feeling my frustration rise. "I mean—" "I am your boss, Liana. I don't have to be concerned where you were or what you were doing. I want my work done," he said, his words cold and final. I understood then that there was no point in arguing with him. He was clearly bitter about the rejection, and I had no doubt he would only make things harder for me if I pushed back.

“How was your day?” I squinted at him. “How does my condition make you think it went?” He gave me a look, the kind only brothers could master—equal parts sarcasm and concern. “Pretty bad,” he said, scrunching his nose. I sighed, propping my chin on my hand. “My boss is an asshole.” “Ah. There it is.” “Capital A Asshole. Arrogant. Moody. Probably sold his soul to the devil in exchange for that stupid jawline.”