Crossdresser Boss Novels & Stories

He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, giving me a look like I had just confessed to strangling a priest. I couldn’t blame him for the disbelief. Hell, if the tables were turned, I wouldn’t believe me either. I am Derrick fucking Cross. CEO of the biggest production company in the country. I run an empire worth billions. I don’t take jobs…I create them. I don’t follow rules…I make them. And now, here I was, standing in Dan’s sex academy office, offering myself as a fucking sex teacher. Why, on God’s fucking earth, would I of all people want to teach a girl sex?

"She cooks in my son's penthouse at seven AM in pajamas? How domestic." I wanted to disappear. Adrian leaned down, lips inches from ear, voice low only I could hear. "Trust me." Then he did something I never expected. Turned me around, cupped my face with large hands, and kissed me. Hard. Possessive. Dominant. Not soft fake kiss. My ex-husband's billionaire boss kissed me in his penthouse kitchen, in front of his mother. I gasped against his mouth. Lips warm, demanding. One hand slid to waist and pulled tight against chest. I felt heart beating, strong and fast. Smelled cedar cologne. Hands without thinking grabbed his black shirt.

I couldn't stop myself from letting out a much louder cackle, watching Steve's smile switch into that of disgust and anger. Does he really think I'm talking about the police force? I'm referring to something was worse than the law itself. I'm talking about the prison boss himself, Dante Cross. But I won't tell Steve what to expect. No way. I'll love to see his reaction when Dante grabs him by the neck and lifts him off the ground. That small figure of his is no match for that dangerous monster. "You're gonna get it, Steve," I added with more laughter, keeping my head down.

“We’re not for sale.” Marcus smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “We’re not looking to buy. We’re looking to hire. Mr. Cross is very impressed with your recent work—especially the dress worn by Margaret Rothwell at her wedding. He’d like to offer you a position as Head Designer for Cross Couture. A salary of two million dollars a year, full creative control, your own team.” Two million dollars. It was more money than she’d ever dreamed of. It would secure the babies’ future for life. It would give her access to the best fabrics, the best resources, the biggest stages in the fashion world.

" I asked. "Norman Cross, my dear Klaus. He is a businessman and tycoon who owns more than 5 companies all over the United States and foreign countries. The most desired Alpha by all the Omegas and Betas and the envy of many Alphas. Mr. Cross is someone with a strong and intimidating character, who just by looking at you makes you show submission in front of him."

CHAPTER THREE Alex's Pov Damien's fingers traced lazy patterns on my shoulder. "Monday morning, you walk in like always. Professional and distant" I pulled back to look at him. "You can't be serious. After this?" "I'm completely serious." His expression hardened into the CEO mask I knew from work. "What we do in private is ours. But at Cross Industries, I'm your boss and you're my employee. We keep them separate." "That's insane." "That's survival." He sat up, and I immediately missed his warmth. "You think the board won't use this against me? You think they won't claim I'm giving you preferential treatment or that you slept your way up?"

It was obvious that he did not take her seriously at all. "You are the new ambassador for my company's new jewelry line, so of course I have to make sure that you don't do anything that will drag down the reputation of my company. Things like being the mistress.....I hope I won't see news like that again, Cynthia!" He warned coldly, his voice sharp. The moment he said those words, it all hit me, he was Damien Cross, the CEO of LN, a company that specialized in almost anything! It was a large company that dominated the industry, from household items to fashion, and I even heard that they had shares in even the medical sector.

, I sighed as I slid my arm around him. His eyes fluttered open. "You really mean that? No reg-" I cut him off before he could finish his sentence with a soft kiss. "No, definitely no regrets", I giggled, "Though, I would like to be a little less naked right now in case someone stumbles upon us" "Damn, and here I was hoping to spend some more time with my lovely, naked boss" I giggled once again as Noah straddled me, tickling me as the leather jacket slipped away.

Maybe he knows the *boss* from somewhere. Boss came out of the hiding into the light... Clear enough for everyone to see his face. Henry shuddered a little but regained his composure and a little smirk crept on his face... "Hello Thomas!!!!" He greeted in a sly smile. This is one hell of a person I've seen. He isn't scared at all. He even called boss by his name. Even the ants of the streets would be scared on hearing his name. Talk less of calling his name...

He turned around and told Bob, “Let them leave. It’s useless to fuss over a matter regarding bottom-level workers.” Bob nodded and looked at them in a ghastly manner. “Mr. Yarde is showing mercy. Why haven’t you expressed your gratitude to him? Are you asking for a beating?” The burly men hastily bowed and expressed their gratitude. Kayson was rendered speechless and waved his hand to dismiss them. Devon’s head was covered in a dense sweat sheen. He was aware of Bob’s actions by now. Bob was the boss of Skyspring’s underworld… How could anyone not feel fearful at the mention of his name?