Bossypants Novels & Stories

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…

Chapter 02 Not his type?! Olivia couldn't believe what she's just heard. He certainly wasn't her type either, with his 6"4 inches of toned muscles and tan skin, never mind that he was filthy rich and with the voice of the ocean wanes, he certainly was not her type!

Wayne scoffed and retorted, "What's there to check? Isn't it all written out clear as day? You think I'm trying to swindle you? Just pay up, and don't hold up everyone's first day back." My colleagues immediately piled on. "Wayne makes tens of millions of dollars a year—you think he'd cheat a lowly employee like you?" "Yeah, it's our first day back, and we've got tons of work. Stop making a fuss here!" Everyone had me pegged as weak and easy to push around. After all, for over five years, my reputation as a pushover had long been cemented in everyone's minds. "I can't wire you the money today. My bank card has hit its transfer limit."

She'd managed to walk over to me in her cute two piece outfit, looking like she was ready for a photoshoot or something. As I got started on my hair, this dumbass started pressing on my butt like it was some kind of toy. "Girl don't be gay," I said, pushing her off my ass. "I'm sure you'll like it if I was." "First, eww and secondly you're not my spec, I like my women built, sexy and daddy ish, which you are not, thank you." Sophie laughed. "Asshole. I'll have you know I'm perfectly built alright."

Once my thumbprint was on the page, the five-hundred-thousand-dollar gap would simply disappear. I forced myself upright and looked straight at the one who had the highest authority in the company. "Dad, do you think so too?"

She had no panties—just a totally shaved gash, pink and glistening. "Oh, Bobby!" she moaned again. "Just fuck me! Fuck me while everyone else here watches. I wanna show them what a fucking tramp I am!" Bobby didn't need to be told twice. He unzipped his fly, whipped out his cock (didn't anyone here wear underwear?) and pressed it up against Hot Pants' sopping wet quim. "Yeah, that's it!" Hot Pants sang. "Fuck me there! I want to be abused tonight, Bobby. Abuse me like a trashy little fuck-slut!"

“She’ll end up with the meat in the walk-in.” “Fuck you.” He turned away and closed his eyes. “Awww,” he heard Brody, smelling like Axe body spray and sweaty feet, whispering in his ear. “Bro here’s gonna cry. Big ol’ pussy just like his pop-pop.” Wrong again, asshole, he thought. “You know what we do to big ol’ pussies, right, bro?”

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!

He said standing up. “Yeah well, you’re not the God damn Boss,” Bobby growled. He had a headache coming, and his blood pressure was up. “I need to hunt, I will be back in a bit, you will come with me to the club and we will do what we need to.”

“No, not even. He is only 28 years old and he has no wife.” “Stalker.” “We have never seen him more than twice with the same woman, he has a series of conquests.” I shake my head laughing a little, she’s funny, my friend. I start to get to work while Roxanne is still looking at the door. While I am on a file, I feel the elbows on my arm. I raise my head and look at my friend who annoys me. “What?” “Our boss is out. Look at this beauty.” “Roxy, I’m working.”