Bossy Man 소설 & 이야기

The leather seat was cold and somehow, Chad seated next to her made the entire air freaking hot. Her boss was none other than Chad Steele, billionaire heir and Playboy of the city. He was a ruthless businessman and a cassanova. Chad Steele wasn't one to settle for anything, not even in business. Woman fell all over him and he had his daily pick. When Olivia had gotten an appointment letter from Steele Inc, she'd made herself a promise to stay away from her boss, but clearly fate has other plans. Somehow, she ended up his secretary after the last one resigned without reason and now, the very man she planned to avoid was in her face 24/7.

“Does your big boss always act like that?” “Yep,” Larry grinned. “I really admire that man. I’ll tell you something else, too. He’s usually much more… colorful. The only reason he didn’t cuss a blue streak when he was talking about C.W. was because there was a lady present. But he knows his stuff, and he’s the best boss I’ve ever had. He really cares about his people.” “Did he say what I think he said as we were leaving?” “What are you talking about?”

"But if you truly have nothing to hide—if you are really the man you claim to be—then take me right here. I want you to do it in front of Carter. I’ll send for him right now, and your father will have him here instantly. I want to see your face while you possess me in front of him." The demon within felt a wave of contempt mixed with malevolent opportunity. The woman's audacity amused him as much as it infuriated him. "Why do you bother with something so absurd?" Dorian stood up, his height dominating the room. "I will not have an employee watch me possess my fiancée with lust. But if it’s sex you want, Sigfri... then let’s do it. I have no reason to hold back for your whims."

Then froze. Of course. Of fucking course. The universe hated me. Lukas stood inside alone. My boss looked infuriatingly perfect this morning, his dark suit fit him flawlessly, his silver watch gleamed beneath the overhead lights, his hair looked annoyingly neat. And those grey eyes, those awful, dangerous grey eyes, immediately found mine. A slow smile tugged at his mouth, it was just enough to tell me how much he was enjoying this. I wanted to scream. Instead, I stared straight ahead. If looks could kill, the man would already be dead.

"Yes, I know you want to be with your mate and take care of your son but it's important I see him." "What's your name?" "The Boss. I'm called the Boss." "Okay," I said and stood up to go to my room. "Tyson?" I called him but he didn't respond. "Tyson, where are you?" "I'm here," he finally answered. I entered my room and closed the door. "Do you know who The Boss is?" "Yes, hold up. Don't tell me he's the one who captured you this time around?" "He is. Is he evil?" I asked because the man I spoke with was a calm and relaxed person. A man of few words.

The man sitted was her boss. She looked at Leo and realized the man she brought was untamable, he is nobody's employee. He is a boss on his own, the most powerful and ruthless mobster. Zoey swallowed, she looked between her boss and Leo wondering who will speak first. Maxi cleared his throat, he twirled the pen in his hand. " Mr?", He asked for his name.

the bald one said, cracking his knuckles one by one—the sound unnaturally loud in the confined space. Amy’s mind raced. Boss? The bearded man stepped forward, light glinting off something metal in his hand. A knife? A gun? Amy couldn’t tell from her position behind Lucas, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. “Time to go, Foster,” the man said. Lucas glared at him. “I am not going anywhere with you. Who is your Boss anyway?” “Does the name Enzo Bertolucci sound familiar to you?” the man asked.

: Boss’s Office Breeding **Chapter 1** The office was quiet after 7 PM. Most people had already gone home, but I was still at my desk finishing the quarterly report my boss had demanded by morning. Mr. Reynolds — Richard to the few people he actually liked — was the kind of man who got what he wanted. Forty-five years old, tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair and a deep commanding voice that made people sit up straighter.

Someone who could possibly have a dangerous weapon on him and might end up doing horrible things to me? Knowing that I was only procrastinating from the worst, I opened my eyes to the shocking realization that it wasn't a burglar, but my boss, Nathan Synclair, sitting on a chair by the bed and taking on his phone. Correction, yelling on his phone. Even in a wrinkled blue shirt and grey tailored pants; disheveled short black hair and electric blue eyes, he had the power to wreck havoc to my senses, and even in my sleep induced jumbled state of mind, I was glad to see him by my side. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t making much sense right now, otherwise, why on earth would I be glad to see my bully-b

"It's Bambi." It would be lovely to touch it. "Oh, nice," he said instead, then finished his drink. Physically, Roy himself was Gina’s counterpart. He was quite handsome and with broad shoulders that tapered to a lean waist and a powerful core. Muscular yet lean, a disciplined gym-goer with teasing, clear blue eyes who walked with an air of arrogance; knowing the full effect of his looks which did things to the female population. At times, though, Gina caught him with a dull facial expression. Something that never happened with The Boss.