Bossy Man Novels & Stories

They were getting agitated. "Let's check the other room, boss," the second man told the "boss". The man that was referred to as 'boss' was a burly man with a muscular build that spoke of years of physical strength and endurance. His dark, unruly hair framed a rugged face, complete with a strong jawline and a prominent scar on one cheek. His piercing eyes held a calculating and intense gaze that could send shivers down anyone's spine and it was sending dreadful chill down Elena's spine.

I’m convinced killing a fellow human fundamentally changes a person, casting their features in a hardness that turns them into stone. The Boss has all of these characteristics and then some. Yet he’s breathtaking. “You should mind your tone with me,” he says gently. We both know there’s no reason for him to raise his voice or use a forceful tone. This is what control looks like, what power looks like. He can command the room without losing his cool—a feat not many are capable of achieving. “You should mind your tone with me,” I say just as gently. “Do you have any idea who I am? The moment you laid a hand on me, you signed your own death warrant. Release me now, and I’ll make sure your demis

Sleeping with your new boss is not the kind of thing that looks good on anyone's resume, not to mention the awkwardness it creates around the office. And two... I was pissed. I want you so badly, Aria. I need you" and now he didn't recognize me? What an asshole! With his ridiculous indoor sunglasses, his oh-so-cool cigarette, and his stupid black borderline-tuxedo. I hated him. Work was painfully slow that day. It seemed that the arrival of Logan Mendel. his name was Logan, just plain old Logan, not any of the aforementioned exotic names such as Blaze, Blade, Slade, or Jethro...

he teased and I heard that he followed it with a silly laugh. Why is it that my boss has such a strange effect on me even though I haven't looked at him yet? Add to that his voice... always seems to attract from any angle. "N–No, Sir!" I answered him obviously surprised. Seeing my face is something many women dream about seeing, Ms. Freezell." he told me arrogantly. I slowly turned around and revealed to me... a perfectly shaped body that looked like a great sculptor had worked tirelessly to sculpt. His polo shirt was unbuttoned and the pants he was wearing were hipster, which I can say made his body look even better. Extraordinary!

Still, leaving wasn’t an option, either. “Hey, beautiful,” the other man said now that she was out of his arms. “Let me take a look at you. Wow,” he said, giving an appreciative whistle. “You’re even more gorgeous in person.” Justin’s hands tingle, and he fights the urge to stand in front of her like a jealous fool. “Ah, Byobby,” he heard her say. “This is my former boss, Justin De Nero. Justin.” She said his name quietly, like she was wishing him to be somewhere else. “This is Bobby Ernest, my…”

I smiled dryly at them, and pointed the sharp knife at them “I’m going to slice your flesh and give it to dog. which one of you do I start with?” “Him!” “Him!” they both screamed. I laughed and walked predatorily to Bobby. “You’re already naked, and will make my job much easier. I’ll just start with the thing you wanted raping my wife with,” He burst into tears, “please, it was Boss orders. Please—” “And who is your Boss?” I asked “It’s…”

It was interesting how the human mind worked during a manic episode. There I was, having proposed marriage to my boss in a fit of rage. He didn't improve my embarrassment by reaching to his desk and pressing a button to lower the blinds automatically, shielding us from prying eyes. Then, he clasped his hands in a prayer-like gesture. The silence in the office was killing me with nerves. "Did you come to work drunk?" he asked patiently. "I'm not drunk. N-nor am I high," I defended myself, stuttering.

My woman. Heads would roll. I thanked the doctor and walked out of his office. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I had been preserving for a long time. "Boss. Talk to me." "Someone is messing with what's mine and I need you to find everyone attached to this. I mean every single living soul." "Yes boss." "I'll send you all the details you need. I want results by tonight. Do not keep me waiting." "Consider it done boss."

I can wreck these people in no time. It'll be a piece of cake. "Hey y'all!" I exclaimed, flashing them a wide grin. They all turned their gaze on me. I was almost satisfied, until I saw that man number 2 had his grip on the girl's arm as he continued to look at me. "Who are you and what the fuck are you doing here?" A man spoke up. Which I'm assuming is the boss since he's the scariest one and largest.

“I’ll show them. I’ll show them what happens to a boy who plays games with Kroos. I’ll drag him out myself if I have to.” His voice carried enough venom that even the bartender, used to gangsters of every shade, found a reason to busy himself at the other end of the counter. Back at his mansion, The Boss sat in his leather chair, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, but he looked more alive than he had in weeks. The broadcast had drained him—the preparation, the performance—but it had also fed him something he hadn’t tasted in years: power through presence.