Bossypants Novels & Stories

At this time, a bald man rushed in upon hearing the gunshots. " You said he was the best serial killer" his voice resided his disappointment. Bobbing excessively" Yes, boss. He is I swear" the bald man raised three fingers. However, the boss was not pleased. He turned around like one who was about to exit then veered and shot the bald man to death. Another man dashed in, his pupils dilated at the sight of the two lifeless bodies. He opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. The boss cracked up maniacally " Why are you shocked? It was the last bullet in my gun and I had to use it." a eerie smile on his lips.

He laughed. A short, fat man —who I believe was in his late 50s came from the first door that was next to the entrance. He was wearing a white sweatpants, an oversized white T-shirt, and red sneakers. He had a huge chain on his neck, diamond earrings, and a lot of rings on his fingers. He was bald and had a huge scar that covered most part of his left cheek. He had a round belly and beard that was mostly covered in grey. “This is Smash, your new boss.”

"I'm sorry for lashing out on you, you're not a drunk but you do need to cut down on your drinking. You also need to tone down your sexual remarks, I'm not your girlfriend and it would be unprofessional if you keep making jokes like that" "Got it" He smirked "And I accept your apology" Leo then started unbuttoning his shirt and I tried my best not to stare but it was just too tempting with his beautiful Greek-like body on a show "Are you going to keep staring?" He raised a brow tossing his shirt on the floor and starting to undo his pants. "I'm not staring" I defended. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks and now he was only left in his black Calvin Klein boxers which was a magnific

“How was your day?” I squinted at him. “How does my condition make you think it went?” He gave me a look, the kind only brothers could master—equal parts sarcasm and concern. “Pretty bad,” he said, scrunching his nose. I sighed, propping my chin on my hand. “My boss is an asshole.” “Ah. There it is.” “Capital A Asshole. Arrogant. Moody. Probably sold his soul to the devil in exchange for that stupid jawline.”

[Is this the boss who always speaks so strictly to us? [The boss is pouting. He looks so cute.] [Boss, you look like a little puppy.] [ Husband! Awwn, he wants her to start calling him that already.]

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.

� 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕� �𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚.

“I’m sure you have lots of other things to spend your money on. Giant underpants can’t come cheap.” He almost appeared amused. Or constipated? I couldn’t be sure. “The boss is paying for it,” he groused. “The boss” sounded a little too formal and weird. But then I would be the last person to know about an employer’s correct title. The only job I’d ever had was volunteer work. “You know, you don’t look like an Albert,” I told him. Not a blink. “I’m just saying, when someone says ‘Albert,’ expectations are formed. Old men with cheerful personalities, to be exact. You’ve crushed those expectations, Albert.”

Did he… Did he. “Did you take them out of me!?” sharply, I gasp at him. I cross my arms in front of my chest protecting my empty bra as I yell at him, “How could you do this to me!? You are my boss! How could you molest me!” Pervert! Jamie is no different from Bobby Goodwin! He is a pervert too! I can’t believe this! Why do they like to molest me!? Is it because I am a hot girl!? But I am not a girl! I am a dude too, I am a Goddamn dude-

"Please don't do anything stupid and violent." "Hah, didn't you know?" Jayce flashed a wicked smile. "Stupid and Violent are my middle names."