Horrible Bosses Bobby Novels & Stories

I must be tired that I fell asleep with my head on my table. “Have you eaten dinner?” he asked again, reaching for my forehead and pressing his lips to stop himself from laughing as he took the sticky paper that got stuck on my skin. “Sky would surely agree to this note,” he chuckled, returning the paper to me. I bit my lower lip, blushing at what I had written on the small sticky note. My boss is an a**hole! I scoffed. “Would I be reprimanded because of this?” I cleared my table, piled the folders, and took my bag from the file pedestal drawer.

} {My monster father showed up at the mansion and the crazy bitch from last night turned out to be the girl who applied for the secretary position} {Holy shit!! Tell me you didn't chase her out} {I did!} {Fuck! You fucked up big time bro} {What?} {C'mon Cardo, this is your opportunity to see her pant, just act nice to her and then bling bling you're in} {What? you want me to act nice for some cheap girl?} {C'mon Cardo get over your cockiness, get her back to the company and try to play the cool head and when she finally falls for you can continue with your disgusting nonchalant attitude}

” Then Lionny turned his gaze towards his father and said, "Dad, I think it's more likely that the OB is lying, or the HRD manager?" This question sank Robert further into the mud of insults. Obviously Bobby will answer that the OB will lie, and if that's the case, then Robert is the one with the problem. Bobby said coldly, "Robert, this is the first warning for you as a manager at the Sanjaya Group. I hope you don't repeat this mistake again. We are truly disappointed with your attitude and failure." Even though he couldn't meet Stefan, at least he got this big victory. ...

Her soft moans were driving him wild. She came back in with o bottle of lotion. She pried him off Jane so she could pour oil over her friend's breast ond into her cleavage. Then she put some in Jane's honds ond instructed her to spread it around on his dick ond jack him off. She kept massaging and groping Jane's breost ond Jane kept jacking him off. Mike's busty, slutty bobysitter coressing her friend's huge boobs... Her friend pulling on his dick, her humongous breast jiggling with the movement... He could hove kept going like that forever.

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

Bianca shuddered, goosebumps trailing her arms. "Your boss is a bully, everyone knows that, but he's also extremely cute you know". Bianca barfed dramatically, causing the others to laugh. "The ultimate bully is my boss tho. Len the beast" "You've been calling him by his name all night". "Because he's a jerk who does not deserve my respect out of the office. Such an awful jerk, ugh". "Don't stress your head girl, we got ourselves into this, let's just hope they change for the better."

The only thing that wasn’t okay was the nervous feeling in her chest while she walked back. “I feel like a delivery girl,” she whispered to herself as she tried to balance the envelope and her bag. “If only my boss wasn’t that handsome…” She quickly shook her head. “But wow, he’s so grumpy. Such a waste of a face.” She shook her head again but also smiled a little. To be fair, she had no right to complain. Many applicants wanted to get into this company, and here she was, acting with attitude. But it also wasn’t her fault if her boss was in “villain mode,” right? Maybe that was normal for bosses.

But Sir always knew when I lied. My boss, I typed. I don't know why. I can't stop thinking about him. Long pause. Then: Interesting. Tell me about him. What does he look like? Dark hair. Dark eyes. Sharp features. He's tall. Commanding. Cold, usually, but sometimes he looks at me like— Like what? Like he's seeing something underneath. Something I keep hidden. And does that excite you? The idea that he might see the real you? Yes.

The employee or the boss? “Go prepare the car, I'm going to do shopping.” “And why do I have to obey you? The boss is Mr. Hilaire.” Aaron couldn't help but look at her tanned skin, her neckline, her big breasts. She yawned and then stretched her body, her breasts bristled, her navel appeared and he looked at her flat stomach. “Simply because I am the boss's daughter.” He looked away and was trying to think of something else so as not to erect.

Gypsy “So you and Fang, hey?” Bobby, the Drunken Otter’s former bar manager and my newest recruit, flopped down into the chair opposite me, stretching his long legs out under the table. He had a bottle of whiskey and two glasses in his hands. Usually, I would have a problem with any member of staff helping themself to the liquor on my shelves, but after what had been the shift from hell, I was just glad he was there. As much as I hated to admit it, Bobby was a good fit for us. He knew the bar, was friendly with the regulars and was burly enough to deter even the most intoxicated asshat who thought they could smash up the place.