Bossy Man Novels & Stories

"Alice? Alice!" My boss called my name, trying to regain my attention. I looked at him, a bit spacey. My gaze was focused on him, but my thoughts were elsewhere. "Did you hear what I said?" "What?" I was completely distracted. "Huh... Yeah..." I closed my eyes slightly, trying to recall his words. Without success. The only thing I could remember had to do with Mr. Scott's son and nothing else. "Alice?" He frowned, looking at me suspiciously.

Storm: -__- I laughed at his reply while on my way to the kitchen to get some ice out. Alena: XD. This is literally your face 24/7 Mr. Storm: What about you? Your cheeks are always puffy, even if you get the slightest bit angry or upset. My nose flared in anger, and I immediately replied without thinking: Alena: FY Mr. Storm: Ahem. Are you forgetting I'm your boss? Alena: Sorry, sir :) Mr. Storm: …

But that man's back is so familiar. "Don't forget this Saturday, man. My sister will be mad at you if you won't come," muttered the guy who have chinky eyes. "I know, dumbass. So don’t be too pushy about it. Besides, I already said yes. But don't expect me to come with a date. I rather go there alone," the man adjacent to Mr. chinky guy replied. My eyes widen in shock as I realized who it was. That voice! It is my boss!

And, I bet that it's more than a hundred words. This is just so effin' great! A bossy, perfectionist, arrogant, and a bit of a jerk for a boss... I'm gonna be enjoying this for sure. Damn!

She has a date with her Fiancé and she couldn’t afford to be late again. Tommy detests being kept waiting. But what could she do? Mike was her boss; Therefore, she must obey his businesslike instructions. She thought with a heavy sigh. Not only was he in the world business upper echelon, he was young, probably two or three years above thirty and tall with a muscular figure of a mini god. He has thick unruly black hair that wasn’t always easy to tame, which of course, was in contrast with the imported Italian business suits you would always spot on him. Mike has a penchant for the perfect attires known with rich classy men.

Heart’s boss suggested. The doctor nodded and smiled at him. “Of course, just monitor her there.” The doctor said and winked at him. Both of them are men, but Heart’s boss is gay. Heart’s boss giggled and then looked at Heart when the doctor left the room. “Scarlet Heart, I am glad that you are okay but it looks like I am getting laid tonight. Hahaha, but of course I will bring you back first to our clinic.” Her boss happily said.

Nick sighed and then added, "Greg also hunted Valkyries to take their powers, then after meeting Alice he stopped. More precisely ... after Alice almost killed him." "Oh." My thoughts were still filled with Volder and Valkyrie when Nick spoke again. "Eleanor, are you done asking?" I looked up into those blue eyes that I loved so much. "What?" 'Now it's my turn to ask. Who is the man Miss Morrel is referring to?" Nick looked at me seriously, complete with a small frown on his forehead 'You mean Mr. LeBlanc? He is my new manager." My fingers brushed against the wrinkles in his forehead, trying to straighten them out. "He's a nobody, Nick."

’ Boss Man – ‘I said give me a fucking update! Boss Man – ‘Get your ass to Club Roxy, and I’ll let your mother live.’ Boss Man – ‘You better be dead or else I’ll murder you where you stand and feed your entrails to your mother after I make her my bitch.’ Calvin really was an impatient guy. These messages all came within a forty-five-minute window. Not to mention that he was truly fucked-up in the head. What was Club Roxy? It sounded familiar, but I could not place where I had heard that name before.

But Sir always knew when I lied. My boss, I typed. I don't know why. I can't stop thinking about him. Long pause. Then: Interesting. Tell me about him. What does he look like? Dark hair. Dark eyes. Sharp features. He's tall. Commanding. Cold, usually, but sometimes he looks at me like— Like what? Like he's seeing something underneath. Something I keep hidden. And does that excite you? The idea that he might see the real you? Yes.

The bass vibrated through the floor, laughter and chatter filling the air. That’s when I felt it, the weight of a gaze. I turned. And my heart skipped. Ethan Fisher. My boss. Sitting just a few feet away, his eyes locked on me. I whipped my head back around, pulse racing. What was he doing here? Before I could process it, he was moving. Straight toward me. “Can I sit?” His voice was low, rough enough to cut through the noise. I looked up at him, words catching in my throat. He wasn’t in his usual sharp suits tonight. Just a fitted black shirt and dark jeans, casual yet undeniably commanding. His shoulders looked broader, his presence heavier somehow.