Romans & histoires Good Night Boss

“Pretend like you didn’t spend the night in my bed?” Her eyes shot up to mine then, but it was sharp and brief. “You’re my boss, Mr. Caldwell. That’s all this is. That’s all it was.” I studied her. The fire was still there, it hadn’t gone out. She was just burying it, covering it with coldness. I leaned in slightly, letting my voice drop. “You didn’t seem to think that last night.” “Last night was a mistake.” “Oh.” That stung.

“Do you understand what that means?” “Yes,” I said slowly. “It means my life is over.” She let out a small laugh. “No, it means your life just became very interesting.” “I don’t want to be interesting,” I replied. “I want normal.” “Well, you lost normal the moment you paid your boss,” she said with a grin. “Lizzie,” I warned. “I’m just saying,” she added, raising her hands in mock surrender. “You can’t expect things to go back to normal after that.”

“Don’t choke on the boba at the bottom. I’m going to sleep now.” It wasn’t midnight yet, but Dawn was exhausted. He had the right to be. After a near-death experience and going on the run while babysitting a mythical creature, the mafia boss wanted a good sleep. He had been driving all day and roughing it out on the road. Hopefully, he would be able to have a relaxing hot shower when he reconnected with his aide and get access to his hideout. “Good night, Don.” “Night, Aqua. Wake me up if something happens.”

Her stomach rumbled loudly, cutting off her protest. "Hmm, haven't you had breakfast yet?" he asked. She blushed, "N-no." Trish chuckled, "Can I forget you're my boss for just a few minutes?" Her smile softened her boss' stern expression. "Tss, why? What the hell are you thinking?" "Actually, this isn't a joke!" she declared, pulling her boss toward the couch. "I brought breakfast. I know you're not a morning person, and I figured you probably went straight to your new house yesterday, so you haven't had a chance to eat."

Deep down…I wish I could remember everything about last night…every little detail. I mean…to be honest…the man is hot…so good looking.. He might really be good with his member… Did he do it to me so good then? It’s such a pity that there would be no opportunity for me to get to know that. He’s my boss now. And I won’t cross the line so there can never be a connection between us. My phone rang out,interrupting my thoughts. It was my mother… I’m pretty sure she was going to urge me more into attending uncle Wilson’s party tonight.

"Why? If you're just going to insist on bringing me back to my dad's company, no thanks Rusty the monkey, I can find a job in another company-" "Hey, stop calling me that! And I'm not going to bring you back to your company, you know! It just happened that my dear friend John Louis currently has no secretary. I recommend you, and he said that you just have to pass his interview, and then voila! You will have your work now and have a handsome boss just like me-"

The Boss smiled and kept a light touch on her shoulder as they walked out, "That we shall talk about later, Gina." The private club, and the powerful business talk involving five hundred million dollars with two powerful men made Rhonda want to offer herself to stay the night and spend it wildly with her boss. She remembered, however, how it had devastated her friend to learn she had slept with The Boss. She looked at her friend, beautiful and radiant as usual. She should be the one spending the night with him.

I sent, taking a deep cleansing breath. "Good night, cat-eyed lady." He wished and a second later another message came with a kissing emoji. "Good night, boss." I wrote back, adding the same emoji at the end.