Good Night Boss Novels & Stories

She answered on the first ring, he heard 'shhh, my boss' that came out as a whisper, before silence enveloped the other end. "You're with Jad... Ms. Raymonds' assistant I guess." He stated the obvious, making no room for questions. "Yes, I'm with Annabelle. Any problem sir?" Her voice sounded confused, and he heard 'what?' from a voice that wasn't hers. Both of them were listening, better. "Tell her Ms. Raymonds and I have a business dinner with our Dubai partners by seven thirty, and apparently her boss has fallen asleep. I want her to see to it that she wakes up and gets ready before seven fifteen."

Puffing on it I said," But we will definitely know the real face of Boss by the time NOX's boss tries to leave the country. I look forward to your best work in this mission." " Understood boss," everyone got up and saluted even Chief. I looked at the time in my wrist watch. 3 am in the morning, I wonder if Eva is still unconscious. I shouldn't have done that with her . Dang it!

"You can’t indulge in a relationship with the boss and expect everyone to continue to treat you like one of them. What the hell were you thinking? He's your boss! He’s a billionaire. You’ve confirmed their original expectations of you and now they are enjoying the gossip." What could she say in her own defense? That the kiss had been a form of punishment because she’d likened him to a dog called Dany? Or that he’d used the kiss to warn off the Collins because Scott believed he’d stood her up on a date? The first was really stupid and unbelievable in the cold light of a new day. And the second was just as ridiculous. "You have even more problems" Betty added as she handed her phone to her. "H

Sleeping with your new boss is not the kind of thing that looks good on anyone's resume, not to mention the awkwardness it creates around the office. And two... I was pissed. I want you so badly, Aria. I need you" and now he didn't recognize me? What an asshole! With his ridiculous indoor sunglasses, his oh-so-cool cigarette, and his stupid black borderline-tuxedo. I hated him. Work was painfully slow that day. It seemed that the arrival of Logan Mendel. his name was Logan, just plain old Logan, not any of the aforementioned exotic names such as Blaze, Blade, Slade, or Jethro...

"Are you sure? You know you can talk to me if something is bothering you." Robi looked at Moni sincerely, "I know, Moni. Thank you. But really, I just need some rest now." Moni nodded, "Alright, Robi. If you need anything, I'm here. Goodnight." Robi tilted his head as Moni turned to leave, then hesitantly called out to her again, "Moni..." Moni turned, "Yes, Robi?" Robi fidgeted nervously, "Can I... can I... sleep here tonight?"

"Why is the boss like a hungry tiger so early in the morning?" Mira whispered next to Fahira. "I don't know, Mira. I just got here!" Fahira replied irritably as she placed her bag on the table. "That person is weird! Hurry up and get in before the handsome boss gets angry!" Mira continued and then returned to her cubicle.

It’s all starting to feel overwhelmingly hopeless, until— The Boss steps in. Alexander Mancini. XXX

For some reason I find it a huge turn on. “I don’t have much willpower at the best of times,” I tell her. “If we have sex now, you’ll hate me tomorrow.” “I wouldn’t.” “You would, and I’d hate that. Come on, Tremblay.” I lead her along the corridor, through the double doors, and then out through the lobby. Gail, the daytime receptionist, has gone home. Will, who’s on the night shift tonight, smiles at us. I look at Elizabeth. She’s practically asleep. I’m not sure I trust her to get out of the Uber and up to her apartment.

I told him, his annoyance deepened. “You are so beautiful I'm ready to risk it all, let's forget about the money, spend the night with me instead and I'll make you happy tonight, everything you want, I will provide it” the Boss offered. I started to panic anxiously as I kept fiddling with my hands “No, I don't want that” The boss didn't say anything at first, he looked like he had run out of words to say. Soon his phone rang and one of the boys rushed to hand him the phone.

“Bella—” But Isabella just sipped her coffee, savoring the bitter heat. “Nothing. Just admiring the breakfast Elena graciously made.” The silence was heavier than the breakfast that morning. They chewed, each bite sounding loud. Trying to cut through it, Elena asked brightly, “So, Bella… how’s work? Vincent Sinclair, is he a good boss?” Isabella almost choked on her toast. Vincent Sinclair. Boss. Right. She almost forgot. And the first thing her mind went to was flashes of that night, the weight of his hands, the warmth of his breath—