Helluva Boss Memes Novels & Stories

"I don't like you calling me, Señorito . It's annoying." "But you're my boss, so I'll probably call you Señorito." "I want to be your boyfriend." Moment of silence again, guys. "What now?" Señorito's patience is running out again. "Is it just a dream? It's like the day I wake up." I didn't answer Señorito in my own words. "What the f uck ate you talking about?" "Selena!" / "Ouch!" Señorito and I said together, I just slapped myself. Nothing, just to make sure, this is real and not a dream.

"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 yells and my hand twists the knob opening the door revealing my dad sitting in a chair behind his desk and a tall, handsome man stands next to him. If I knew Leo was his boss I would have never come here. My heart starts pounding in my chest and my mind once again goes back to the events which happened last night. Leo... "Thank you for the lunch honey" He said. I try my best not to make eye contact with Leo. He doesn't even seem slightly bothered or shocked that I'm here he just stands there eyeing up my body. " Melanie, this is my boss, Mr. Leonard Salvador, he owns this company hence the name SALVADOR ENTERPRISE" I put on a fake smile at Leo "

But she was startled when her boss suddenly turned to face her. “Ah, Celeste, can you—” Alexis started to say, but Lenie interrupted him by yelling. “You?! You’re my boss?!” Lenie exclaimed, feeling a mix of annoyance and shock. The man she had argued with on the street and the one who had interviewed her turned out to be the same person. She suddenly wanted to back out, frustrated by this revelation. She closed her eyes in irritation. “What a small world, Miss. You’re the woman who got her clothes muddy, right? I didn’t notice it was you during the interview. Imagine that—I’m your boss. I guess you won’t be sassy with me anymore?” Alexis said smugly.

Her arms were wrapped tighter around her boss's shoulders. "I've been watching you all this time" "Really? May I ask why?” “Because of your lips. I really want to taste those pink lips. I want to suck them, then lick them.” Her breath hitched and her cheeks flushed. She didn’t expect her boss to whisper such filthy words in the middle of a ballroom full of classy, ​​upper-class people. Her skin prickled at the feel of her boss’s hot breath on her face. “People are watching us.”

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.

Holy shit. My ruthless Mafia Boss is the sugar daddy who calls me "Mistress" on the dark web. After my phone accidentally dialed him, Don Cassius's private phone buzzed on the conference table. The entire boardroom was dead silent. I held my breath. My palms were slick with sweat. Ten seconds ago, I hit the video call button for a contact saved as: 6'1, Dumb Money, 8-Pack. Who was currently sitting at the head of the table. The same man who had just ripped my art restoration draft into five pieces.

I read one of the comments, listening to John cackle. I read another and another, and couldn't stop myself from laughing when I saw Meera's response to most of her fans' comments, using the crying emoji to express pain. "What a sad princess," I mocked internally, imagining her facial expression right now. She must be boiling like lava. "I'm glad my girlfriend doesn't follow her page. By now, I'd be staring at a copy in my home." "Like a zombie infection." "Exactly!" We laughed. Our laughter soon died down, and John took that opportunity to point out something important.

How could something that feels so good, be so wrong? As we stumbled through my front door, Noah paused to look at me... gone was his playful smirk. His eyes were dark and full of lust. "Tonight, I'm the boss"

I put voodoo on you and the car. I stared at the message, bewildered. Hera said the darndest things. Me: Yes, he is hot. I caved and sent. My phone buzzed continuously with Hera’s ridiculous texts following my reply for a minute. The series of horny woman memes she’d sent suggesting I seduced the man —my boss — should’ve stopped me from telling her any more but it didn’t. Rather, I typed the one thing that had been stuck on my mind for the past hour.