Novel & Cerita Bossy Man

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: …

’ 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.

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.

he asked while looking straight into my eyes. “You’re my boss, right? My Sassy Boss.” I said while smiling. “That’s before. But now, I’m your boyfriend.” He whispered, shifting his gaze from my eyes and lips. “My Sassy Boyfriend, huh?” He smiled. “Uh-huh.” I closed my eyes as he was about to claim my lips but then someone suddenly knocked on the cable car’s door so I immediately pushed him away that he fell to the floor. “Ouch!” he yelled.

I dropped the phone on her thigh and stared at her, impatiently waiting for her to unlock the phone. “Why?” She whispered. Oliver craned his neck. “I’m going to give you some advice young lady. Bossman is naturally impatient, quick to anger, and quicker to dish out punishment. That is him on a good day.” He turned around properly and glared at her. “Ma’am is at the hospital, fighting for her life, do you think now is the best time to push him to the wall or get on his nerves?”

“Boss will be here to see you soon.” “Boss?” I narrowed my eyes on him. “Who is the boss? Please let me leave.” I pleaded, the desperation palpable in my eyes. The man sighed as he picked up the glass. “I don’t answer questions. I’m just a messenger. Boss will be here to see you soon.” He repeated the same message as before like he was programmed to give a certain response. As he turned around to leave, I tried to follow him but I couldn’t even get up. No matter how hard I tried, I still couldn’t move my body.

I don't want to conclude yet, but my guts are never wrong. This man, my boss. Javan Torres. He is fucking creepy.

Ariana’s pov~ The mysterious big boss was a five-foot man with anger issues, all he did was bark out instructions, he was a burly middle-aged Asian man. “Boss” one of the guys started as he walked me quietly to his boss’s presence and sat Me on the chair facing him in his office. “This woman, she’s a guest at the resort, she is loaded, and she offered to pay us off for the money Sunan misplaced” he said pointing at me and stepping away.