Bossy Man Novels & Stories

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…”

A deep and rich voice interrupts before he can. “What the hell is going on here?” “Sorry boss, she got on my fucking nerves” the big guy says. The man who he called boss walks to us until he becomes clear. He had tattoos, but he was gorgeous. Bright green eyes. Midnight black hair, high cheek bones, a jaw line to die for and the fullest lips you will ever see on a man. He oozed confidence and power. The guy could give Rowan a run for his money and that’s saying a lot because Rowan was damn good looking and has confidence the size of the universe.

Long-scarred boy grinned wickedly, and came to hold one of my hands, while his other hand angled the phone camera to capture everything. “Stupid girl,” Bobby hollered, standing up to remove his trousers completely. “You brought this upon yourself. If you had just stayed away from Damian, Boss wouldn’t hate you this much. Plus, you wouldn’t give yourself to me. How do you expect me to watch you catwalk everyday with this fat ass and do nothing? Mehn! I am so going to drill you roughly today,” he rubbed his palms and bent to cover me. Oh no, this is it…

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.

“It’s business.” “Mmhmm.” She wiggled her brows. “Business with the man who’s notorious for charming CEOs into handing over their companies and women into forgetting their names. I’ve had more than a few tipsy patrons at my club spill about him. Tall, tanned, magnetic as hell, and never seen with the same woman twice.” I raised a brow. “You forgot ruthless.” She smirked. “That too. But ruthless men make for very… exciting rebounds.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not looking for a rebound.”

Boss: “Control’s a funny word. I don’t control anything. I just… make sure everything runs through me. This city’s got layers — gangs, fixers, politicians, even cops. They all need each other, but they don’t trust each other. I’m the middleman. The one they all hate, but can’t cut out. Take me out of the equation, the whole system collapses.” The woman pressed further. “But how? No formal education, no backing. How do you convince people to follow you?” The Boss leaned forward, forearms braced on his knees, tattoos catching the light. Boss: “I don’t convince, I prove. Every job I took, I did cleaner, faster, quieter than the last guy. When I promised protection, no one touched you. When I pr

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."