Helluva Boss Kiki Novels & Stories

The two smaller guys went and sat on a nearby couch to recover and enjoy the show. Kiki looked down at herself, she was covered in cum. She still had her thong and halter on but they had gobs of jizz all over them. She stood up between the two men and eased her halter down over her hips to the floor, where she kicked it to the corner. She grabbed the front and back of her thong and pulled it up between her pussy lips. "On or off studs?" she asked as she worked the soaked material against her pussy. "Leave it on bitch we're gonna fuck it off ya!!" said her original stud.

"I don't know who it is. I never met him. We talked on the phone." I look around the dark room to see that my men have formed a circle around us. I point at this idiot with my gun. "This is the most cliché set of circumstances I've seen. Wouldn't you all agree?" I turn my attention back to the guy. "Let me guess, Bob gave you like 50K or something?" "A hundred," he grimaces as he turns his head to spit.

"The boss wants to see you " He yelled at me above the club's noise. I scoffed. "The boss" was one hell of an arrogant man. “I’m not interested.” I told him, waving him off. Jessica overheard the exchange and rolled her eyes at me . “Girl , we're not asking you to fall in love with him , just get laid and get that asshole off your system for a bit.” I hesitated and looked in the dude’s direction . His eyes were still on me ,though an interested smirk now tipped a corner of his lips.

He straightens, instantly shifting back into CEO Mode™. But—not before giving me a look. A look that says: Don’t go anywhere. I’m not done with you. Rooftop. Episode 13. You’re mine. Ms. Kim watches that look. Her eye twitches. She turns her gaze to me and smiles— The kind of smile that says she will metaphorically set me on fire and roast marshmallows over my corpse. “Assistant Park,” she says sweetly. “Your lipstick is smudged.” “It’s 8 A.M.,” I whisper.

Even saying the words made Eleanor’s stomach turn. “You will be. Trust me.” The sound of water running, the click of the stove igniting. “My famous hangover cure. Spicy pepper noodles. It’ll hurt going down, but you’ll feel human again in twenty minutes.” Eleanor closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch. Fragments of last night were starting to come back. The club. The drinks. The blue pill. Those guys trying to pull her somewhere dark. And then Oh god. Brody.

A few bulky bodyguards stepped in. They slammed me down and ripped my clothes off. A neon vest—"FAKE"—went on. A placard hung from my neck. The camera zoomed in for the livestream. [Hell yeah! You're the king! This is peak content. Every expose hits hard!] [Thought rich dudes act untouchable why you crawling now.] [Philip, don't stop. Keep it coming. Need the next part.] Philip looked down at me. "My fans want it? I deliver."

He yelled at the gathered employees, "What are you waiting for? Get over here and hold him down! I'll teach him a lesson and show him who's in charge before Mr. Lingard gets here!" Those employees, intimidated under Patrick's glare, hesitated before reluctantly stepping forward. They grabbed my shoulders in a tight grip and forced me down onto the ice-cold sink. I struggled with all my might, yelling at the top of my lungs, "Get off me! He's completely out of control, power-tripping and hiding behind his connections! Mr. Lingard won't even let him get away with this when he shows up!"

I let Kiki take charge while I was in the back of her mind resting. Kiki is a chatterbox telling Sara about Blake and hot he is, and how Sara needs to let her wolf run with Alexander’s wolf, Kiki stated “I bet they would love being able to have a make out session.” Sara wrinkled her nose and grimaced at Kiki. Kiki kept talking while her nails were being filed. The manicurist asked what colors for her toenails and nails. Kiki seemed annoyed “Well French manicure of course. White and Gold like my Beautiful colors.” The manicurist looked down and rolled her eyes. Alexis mother and Sara’s mother were getting their hair done while Kiki and Sara had their nails done. Sara was feeling annoyed her m

"Sure" I could sense she was feeling a little awkward, nervous even. I knew for a fact that this wasn't the sort of thing she was used to... waking up to a man on her couch, naked, let alone an employee. "So, last night was pretty fun. Who knew the boss was such a party girl?", I teased to ease the tension. She almost flinched at the mention of her title. "Hmm" "So that really wasn't your scene?" "A dark, stinking hole of a club in the dirty streets of NYC? No, I'm more of an uptown girl"

“Good night, Gabriel. It’s impossible to talk to you tonight. Kisses.” “Good night, woman with indecisive eyes.” She hung up. And she did as he said. She needed a good night’s sleep. A break. The next morning, Zoe was at a glittering business event packed with billionaires. She couldn’t resist. She discreetly aimed her phone at Thor and recorded a thirty-second video. Then she sent it to Celina with a caption: “For all his arrogance, the Big Boss is gorgeous. Look at what you’re missing, girl. He’s a hit, you know?”