Novel & Cerita Crossdresser Boss

“It’s for you. Ray has a closet full of shoes and many of them are shoes she hasn’t even unboxed. Get a nice dress from where you got Ray’s.” “I can’t sir. I haven’t gotten over the phone and now your credit card to get a dress? I can’t sir.” “As your boss, I’m ordering you to get a nice dress with my card. I don’t want people to come in here and start tattling about what you have on. That will make me look like a bad boss.” “I have some nice dresses sir.” “Okay. Fine do what pleases you but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m just looking out for you, I don’t want you feeling some type of way when everyone starts to come in in sleek clothings.”

“Uh… I’m ashamed to say that I don’t have any woman in my life, boss. May I know why you asked?” Caleb scoffed. “It doesn’t matter if it’s a lover, a sister, or a mother. If you have any women in the family, tell them to order dresses from Sierra’s Boutique. I will send you the online website later.” “But boss, I don’t think they would want to wear a dress if there’s no particular occasion—” “What are you talking about, Austin? Women love fancy things and dresses. Tell the others to do the same if they have a woman in the family. Don’t worry about the fees. I’ll cover everything. Do you understand?”

The only difference was, it wasn't Kaiser Walker on the headline, instead it was Cross Voss. With my heart already racing, I asked, “Where did you get it from?" “I was going to ask you about it before our trip but I lost it. I had no idea I had shoved it into my suitcase." She mumbled. Locking eyes with me, she asked, “Who the hell is Cross Voss?” With a shrug, she added, “He is my ghost boss and why does he look exactly like you?”

she asked as the sound of ruffling came out from the room. “Well, I was thinking of all the ways I could do this.” Cruz came into the room carrying something she couldn’t really see in his massive hands. “I thought about a grandiose display with fireworks. I thought about a small intimate dinner for two at a fancy restaurant. Then yesterday when you were all badass it occurred to me, you’re embracing your badass self. You called yourself a boss bitch. You’re right. You are a boss. Every boss,” he paused as the thing in his hands started to move and a teeny mewling noise escaped his hands, “needs to have a cat.”

The mysterious reason for this was due to the colossal organization they had as a reliable backer. Unknown to most people, the big bosses of The Tri-Pride Gang were actually cultivated by Dorian Dean, the butler of the Cross Estate and the CEO of Eckre Empire Headquarters. By extension, this powerful underground gang worked under the Cross family. This was definitely something that Theo Good had no idea about. He was quite sure that the call Alexander had made was nothing but a meager attempt to save face. Theo Good suddenly let out a laugh. “I’m sorry; it’s just that I think you’re quite pathetic. I can only imagine the humiliation you’re going to inevitably face once those cosplaying loser

After everything I'd been through with Cassian, with my stepfather, with everyone who'd ever hurt me—how could I possibly trust another man? Especially one who claimed he wanted to help me out of the goodness of his heart? People didn't do that. Not in my experience. He studied me for a long moment, his hazel eyes unreadable. Then he spoke, his voice calm and measured. "My name is Michael Cross," he said. "I'm the CEO of Cross Industries. You may have heard of it." I had. Even in my isolated life with Cassian, even with my limited knowledge of the business world, I'd heard of Cross Industries. One of the largest industries in the country. Tech, real estate, investments, oil—they had their fi

Cruz said, his voice filled with disappointment as he played with his son in his arms. "I know. Actually, I am not going to earn fifty thousand dollars. My boss offered to pay me two million dollars," I said, and Cruz gasped. "What the hell? You're lying to me, Eva. This is not the time to joke," Cruz said, his voice full of disbelief, and I laughed heartily. "I am not lying. I am going to work for Ethan Owen," I said, and my brother gasped. "What? Which Ethan Owen are you talking about? Do you mean Dominic City's top richest CEO is your new boss? Where did you meet him?" Cruz asked, but I couldn't respond.

I blurted out. The last thing I was going to do was strip in front of him. I smoothed out the lines in the dress I wore and stared at him defiantly. “If it weren’t for my bosses, I would’ve had a lot of fun taming your wild side, consider yourself lucky but hopefully, not for long.” He said, tossing the dress at me. I stayed silent as I held the dress. He mentioned bosses and that meant there was more than one person leading the charge. Could he be talking about Zach and Zayn? They were the only ones often referred to as one in the same sentence just like the man had said.

A glossy 8x10 headshot of a man stared back at me, all sharp cheekbones, icy blue eyes, and a smirk that probably made stockbrokers wet their pants. “Let me guess,” I deadpanned. “Another billionaire with a God complex? What's his crime, killing puppies? Or does he enjoy watching peasants like me suffer.” “It's not funny.” Frank rolled his eyes. “He is Lucian Cross. The CEO of Cross Media Entertainment who just bought out three rival networks. Rumor has it he's got skeletons in his closet big enough to sell papers for months.” He leaned in, his coffee breath making my eyes water. “Get me something explosive, or start cleaning out your desk.”