Hate Boss Romance Books Novels & Stories

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.

"That's the beauty of it. We are too different. Look, I fucking hate James, but I know how he rolls, okay? He likes these stuff. He's my boss, duh." "Your boss's boss's boss." Janelle said and laughed. "I know you've been watching Fifty Shades of Grey, thank you very much. Speaking of that, I think that explains James's kind of person. Of you've been watching that movie, you should know that's James's personality." "Hmm. You hate him that much?" Janelle asked, searching for another lingerie to wear for her honeymoon. "No. I hate him more than that." "I'm sure you can put up with him. He's your boss and you have a smart mouth. You can handle anything."

"Yeah, sure, he’s good-looking, but he’s a total playboy. I’m not into that. I want something serious. And let’s not forget—he’s my boss." Hazel waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, please. That’s prime romance novel material. Secretary falls for her boss? Classic." We all laughed as Fiora groaned. "Okay, what would the book title be?" I asked. Hazel grinned. "Love and My Boss." Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Forbidden Story of Fiora." I smirked. "Taming the Playboy." Fiora actually laughed. "Okay, that one’s not bad." The room lit up with laughter as we kept throwing out ridiculous book ideas. We drank, danced, sang, and drank some more. For the first time in a long while, I felt happy.

She squealed, happily. "Oh God." I groaned in distress. "Here comes another round of questions." I mumbled. "So does this mean you'll get to experience those kind of office romance we see in the movies, where the lady later falls in love with the guy she hates the most at the office?" "Oh my God that will be so romantic. I wish I would get to see it happen." She squealed again. "Never gonna happen. I'm never going to fall for someone like him. He's too full of himself even though he is my boss." I declared with unwavering certainty.

Every time he withdrew his fingers to the very edge of my entrance, he plunged them right back in, curling them upward to strike that deep, sensitive spot again and again while his thumb continued its merciless circles over my swollen clit. I'd never felt anything like this. Never experienced pleasure this sharp. This consuming. This terrifyingly good. My thoughts dissolved into nothingness until all that remained was the relentless friction of my boss's fingers driving me closer and closer to the edge. "Nnnngh... Please." "Please what, Meret? Tell me what you want," he purred. "Do you want me to keep fingering you like a dirty little whore on the boardroom table?" "Yes..." I whimpered, comp

“That was a mistake. Heat of the moment. I’d really like to just enjoy working here… professionally.” Dario’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. He stood and circled the desk like a shark, stopping right in front of me. “A mistake?” he murmured, voice dropping dangerously low. “So you’d fuck yourself in my fiancée’s hallway to the sight of any man getting his cock sucked? Or was it just mine that made that pretty pussy come so hard you had to bite your hand raw? How’s it by the way?” I sucked in a sharp breath, flabbergasted. The crude words sent a fresh gush of wetness into my panties. My clit throbbed. God, why does him saying it out loud make me even wetter?

It was satisfying to see Steve whining in jealousy but my stomach turned a bit at his words but I didn't budge, “At least he doesn't lie to my face and try to manipulate me” Steve was silent for a minute and he looked away before he finally spoke. “You bitch. You sure as hell really want my boss huh. You're so fucking petty, you had to go after m boss. Well guess what. He’s got standard. He wouldn't care more or less about the randomly lose shaped woman who works as his secretary” His words hurt me, really badly. But I said nothing. Attorney James cleared his throat and pushed the papers toward him again. “You’ve been advised, Mr. Ross. Refusing to sign will only prolong the inevitable and i

Her best friend's brows rose in skepticism. She laughed, ‘I don't hate my job I just hate Grayson Hunter, my boss. He's the biggest piece of shit I have ever come across, has no respect for a human whatsoever and tramples on people like he's some god or something....I hate him so much and sometimes I just wish he would hang himself off a cliff or something!'. ‘Ooh that got dark so fast', Hearing Kathleen's rant about her boss was just so entertaining to Gloria, ‘You really do have the curse of asshole bosses don't you??'.

Pain, guilt, regret, shock, hatred, fear and anger are emotions much stronger than love, happiness, relief, gratitude and respect—that was the only lesson I had ever learned from my papa, Danilo Romano, the Underboss of Minneapolis. The first time I had experienced one of those overwhelming emotions was when Papa had announced the news about the Capo of Cosa Nostra Adonis Vitale having a secret wife and a daughter.

I can't be admiring other men especially when I am still subjected to Benson's slavery As the senior manager of the company, I'm in charge, ahead of other managers and I shouldn't be harboring some dirty thoughts about a new employer even if I wasn't under Benson's slavery. The company forbids any romantic relationship among the workers of the company. Once you are caught having any form of intimacy within or outside the company, you would be fired. And no one wants to lose their job here especially when the pay is enormous. Even though the company is newly launched but it is a multi-million company owned by a billionaire grandson. You could imagine. As a senior manager, I also have to make