Helluva Boss Striker Novels & Stories

I couldn't reconcile the Rachel who clung to me every day with the one betraying me now, and in our own home, no less. Quietly, I set the clothes back where I found them. My hand reached for the scissors on the table, and with my resolve hardening, I moved toward the bedroom door, ready to kick it open. Just then, the phone inside the room started ringing. I heard a man's voice pause mid-sentence. My boss? I couldn't have mistaken that voice if I had tried. It was Tommy Statham, my Avencia-born employer, speaking in his broken but unmistakable English.

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.

One of his hands was lodged casually inside his pocket while the other was relaxed near the gun at his side. His boring, flat eyes skimmed over me like I was nothing to him. “I was… just looking around.” I said while straightening my spine. Hoping I looked as confident as I thought I sounded “Of course "However, the boss would rather you stay for dinner." He spoke in a respectful tone I was about to argue when a voice, as smooth as silk and as sharp as a blade, interrupted. "My curious kitten, ." Halfway down the stairs, Luca stood with his jacket gone, his shirt sleeves rolled up, and tattoos that seemed to belong, on his forearm.

"I have a goal to fulfill." "What is that goal?" "To be with the man I love. And for that... I'm capable of anything. Even getting rid of the bitch who's with him." "And what do you plan to do with her?" "I'm going to hunt her to death. Her and... whoever gets in my way. I won't give up on Joshua. And everything I want... I get it." A diabolical smile appears on her lips. Emeraude walks to the window of the room, staring at the sky through the bars. Her gaze unexpectedly became radiant.

The leather seat was cold and somehow, Chad seated next to her made the entire air freaking hot. Her boss was none other than Chad Steele, billionaire heir and Playboy of the city. He was a ruthless businessman and a cassanova. Chad Steele wasn't one to settle for anything, not even in business. Woman fell all over him and he had his daily pick. When Olivia had gotten an appointment letter from Steele Inc, she'd made herself a promise to stay away from her boss, but clearly fate has other plans. Somehow, she ended up his secretary after the last one resigned without reason and now, the very man she planned to avoid was in her face 24/7.

I cannot tell how I managed to get to get back to the table, but I find my fists pressing barbarously on the hard wood. Boss? He is the new boss. Somebody,, please wake me up from this horrible dream. What kind of games can fate be playing with me right now, huh? And why? Didn’t he put me through enough pain and humiliation that he had to pop into my life again at this delicate moment and hold my fate? “Are you okay?” His face ignites fire in every part of my body.

His eyes wandered to my breasts and my eyes trailed to his figure, he wore a long-sleeved shirt with black slacks, his muscles bulged through his shirt and he just looked so manly and dominant. "You don't look so bad yourself" I replied. He started the engine and began driving to the restaurant. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" He questioned. I noticed his veiny hands gripping the wheel, he had golden rings spread across his fingers and a beautiful silver watch. "Well, my dad got me a job as an assistant in your company, a guy named Liam is gonna be my boss. Now I don't know if I should continue stripping or just do both jobs" I sighed.

I am not weak. I shoved her and bestow her cheek a thunderstorm slap “Bitch, I am not easy to be bullied, you want to show me hell," JUST YOU" I grin and give out a horrible laugh, No, baby girl, you can't, you know why because I have being there before, and I have experienced what its means to be in hell, I crawl out from there by myself. Bitch, I am the boss from hell, and I am your boss” I sneer at her gripping her hair tightly and if you dare come after me because of this kind of bullshit issue, I am going to show you the real hell itself because I am the lord and I am the queen of hell, you got that” I yell

His eyes closed in ecstasy as Boss continued to plummet into him. Groin against hard buttocks. Balls slapping against taunt ass. Mingled with groans, whimpers and sweat. Boss was the meniac on the loose, intent to have what he wanted and darn - he did it good.

I buried my face into my work and in just a matter of few minutes, the elevator door dinged open signaling the arrival of 'Thee Bosses'. I quickly got up on my feet as they both walked out of the elevator and holy cow! They were out of this world. Mr. Angry Bird stood proud and tall in a very neat burgundy hued 2 pieced suit. The white button-up dress shirt and a black tie marveled at his look. His hair was combed neatly on his head and oh his sexy furrowed brows! His 5 o'clock shadow stubble made my hands itch to stroke his scruffy face. He looked like a Greek god on Earth.