Helluva Boss Glitz And Glam Novels & Stories

His gaze radiates a chaos that he is struggling to let out, but the one that stands out the most in his eyes is: DANGER! His eyes land on mine and they tell me that... "Turn around"I feel as if presence surrounds me and makes me small in my place. I know that right now not to refuse, that would be almost like putting the noose around my neck, so slowly and with my heart in my mouth I turn around. When doing so, he did not take his gaze off the ground and I keep my eyes fixed on my shoes, but there I notice that right in front of them, there are large black leather shoes. The most expensive in all of Russia.

I interrupted him and screamed “Yes. I mean I don’t even know who he is…” He interrupted me “You don’t know who the boss is?” “Yes; Why? Is he really mean or something?” I asked hopping for a positive answer. And his answer did make me feel better again. He said “Don’t worry newbie. The boss is really cool and handsome and kind and really understanding. Plus I am very sure the boss is going to be late too.” “How do you know he is going to be late?” I stopped panicking and asked a question out of curiosity.

He was very elegant, with a clear voice, and he exuded charm and friendliness. - But let me introduce myself. Catarina, this handsome man here is my friend Alessandro Mellendez, your boss. – He looked between my boss and me and his eyes showed an amusement that I didn't share. My boss looked at me as if he was going to send me to the firing squad.

“no problem boss “ Boss? , no shit . I’m only his boss when he feels like it . RED I took another shower, styled my hair and kept it down . He likes my hair down than packed up . I wore a cute two piece outfit, a short and a little top . I sat myself down in the mirror, at that moment I didn’t recognize myself, my green eyes didn’t look murky green anymore they sparkled like emerald , my skin has an healthy glow to it , I look….. happy Ding dong I stood up so fast , my knee hits my vanity “ouch “ I muttered softly rubbing my aching knee Ding dong “I’m coming “ I yelled I slipped my leg into my fuzzy slippers and went to the door . As I opened the door the smell of wantons greets me and a ver

I said, staring into his eyes as I quickly pulled my two fingers into my pearl. Lust and desire. That’s what drew my boss’s face. Hmph! I smirked at him because of how he looked. I won! My boss accelerated his move, even more, choking his thing by his hand as he stared at my pearl who was now busy exiting — entering my fingers. "Fuck..." He cursed, breathless. "Ahh! Boss, put that in. I want yours. Ahh!" I said and opened my thighs even more. He just laughs. What an asshole!

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...

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

It was cold and hard, but a warm crack glowed with a faint light. I looked up. To my eyes, he was a tall man, maybe six-foot-three. He was dressed in all black, wearing some kind of mask or hood that looked very artistic. The coolest part was the glowing decoration on his chest, like a special effect from a sci-fi movie. 【WARNING: Player Ava has touched the S-rank Boss ‘The Shadow Lord’s’ ‘Soul Scar.’ This is a fatal wound from a past betrayal. Touching it means instant, murderous rage.】

“Do you have any idea who I am? The moment you laid a hand on me, you signed your own death warrant. Release me now, and I’ll make sure your demise is quick and painless.” The Boss leans in, his hands braced on either side of me on the chair’s armrests. He’s close, too close. Every inch of my body is suddenly alight, my insides burning with a strange wash of nervousness and… hunger. My eyes flick down to his lips, perhaps for a moment too long. When I look back up to meet his gaze, I’m caught off guard by the devilish glimmer behind those cold, dead eyes.

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