Films Like Horrible Bosses Novels & Stories

In that moment Kyle came walking down the hallway. "Gemma, are you ok?" Kyle looked at her suspiciously. "Yeah, yes, I am fine." Gemma stuttered a little, hoping Kyle did not see any of what just happened. "Who are you?" Kyle looked at Grant. "He's my boss, he's the new CEO at FENN Inc." Gemma cut in and looked pleadingly at Grant that he would not say anything inappropriate. Gemma could not believe that on the one night she wanted to forget about this man, he shows up!

"Oh my goodness, I can get karma for rejecting Mbak Oni’s project, I was really lazy just now to even think about replacing that project." "There you go, meet the boss first, it's not not sure you were asked to handle Mbak Oni’s project. Who knows you will be asked to work on a resort project in Papua." "Damn it! I was satisfied last month, back and forth to Manado for a project there." Yara stepped in haste, leaving Nana who was still laughing after hearing her ramblings. Yara knocked on the door of her big boss several times until she heard herself being invited in. "Afternoon, Pak Ranu."

“You betrayed my best friend. You stole from my gas station. Your brother hurt one of my girls by leaving bruises on her and she’s very scared. I don’t like my girls feeling scared.” “He broke rule number three.” Achilles said dryly moving to the table and picking up a large dagger, weighing it in his hand and then setting it down. He reached for an axe and then nodded. “Don’t touch the girls.” “And rule five.” Sasha grimaced. “Don’t piss off the boss.” She kicked the man in the ribs as he squirmed on the floor. She looked to the two men waiting her instruction and gave a dramatic sigh. “I’m the boss of a club and we have fun and we dance and party and I like those emotions. Now right now th

This was exploitation, yes, but in a different direction from what Rhonda initially felt. She looked at The Boss, he remained unshackled. His layers were too many to be stripped off. Or were they? His eyes were not fixated on the row of girls, but darting occasionally toward her breasts, or her legs when her fit and flare skirt failed to cover them up. She also noticed he did not pull away whenever her breasts grazed his arm when she reached across him for drinks. Probably his unshackling lies not on these girls, but me? Rhonda smiled wickedly.

She grabbed the pen holder on her desk and raised it like she was about to throw it at me. I reacted fast and caught her wrist midair. "Irene, don't be like that. What happened last night wasn't just on me, but you can't starve yourself over it." I softened my voice on purpose, my other hand brushing lightly over the back of hers. She jerked like she had been shocked, trying to pull away, but I held on tight. "Let go! Do you even realize what you're doing? I'm your boss's wife. What we're doing isn't right!" She kept her voice low, terrified someone outside might hear.

I was grabbing a loaf of bread from the counter to press onto the floor to collect the possible shards that even a broom couldn’t sweep up when I realized he was still in the room. “Mr. Jones, don’t you have any other duties for the day to occupy your time other than watching me clean up?” I stated with slight irritation. I mean how could that man introduce himself to me with his first name and expect me to not be shocked when I realized he was my boss. Such a shame, I had liked him.

Xavier said putting his hands under Aria's butt and standing up with her He started to walk when he turned around. "And for the record I'm not just a guy." he gave me a wicked smirk "I run this joint." They walked away and I felt a little lonely when I heard Aria laugh as they went down the corridor. I leaned over and looked at the people passing down below. It took me a couple of minutes for Xavier's words to register and when they did a gasp left my mouth. Wait.....He's the Boss???? XAVIER'S THE BOSS OF THE MAFIA!!!!

Hugging him, in fact, had been quite an experience, but then countless thoughts came to my mind. He is my bosses' son. He is my bosses' son... I repeated that phrase several times in my mind. He was certainly Mr. Scott's son, feeling or imagining something inappropriate with him would be disrespectful. Besides, I didn't want Mrs. Taylor to end up being right. The lights in the apartment unexpectedly went out. It seemed that the storm had caused a blackout. Oh God. Everything was in darkness, and I could barely see anything except for the reflections of lightning invading the apartment through the glass windows. I walked slowly towards the kitchen exit, afraid of bumping into something. It wa

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Someone who could possibly have a dangerous weapon on him and might end up doing horrible things to me? Knowing that I was only procrastinating from the worst, I opened my eyes to the shocking realization that it wasn't a burglar, but my boss, Nathan Synclair, sitting on a chair by the bed and taking on his phone. Correction, yelling on his phone. Even in a wrinkled blue shirt and grey tailored pants; disheveled short black hair and electric blue eyes, he had the power to wreck havoc to my senses, and even in my sleep induced jumbled state of mind, I was glad to see him by my side. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t making much sense right now, otherwise, why on earth would I be glad to see my bully-b