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I looked at her and a part of me was happy it poured on her. That’s what she gets for hanging with Harry. I.’most crazy, I know. “What the fuck, are you crazy?” She yelled angrily standing up. I know I am dead when I saw my boss approaching that scene.

I f**king gave her hope when he made her stranded she's pushing me to the wall she wanna bring out the monster in me I paced about my sitting room in anger I pulled out my phone and placed a call to one of my secret goons he alone can give me a clean job the phone ringed and he picked it up #hello boss# his thick voice boomed out #i have a job for you#

"You're playing with your life, you know that?" "He’s a devil." I slumped onto the couch. "He’s trying to kill me." "The Boss isn't a devil." Elena handed me a glass of water. "Devils actually have feelings. He’s a heartless machine." By 9 PM, I needed to forget. I dragged Elena to an underground club across the city. Neon purple lights flashed across my face. Shirtless male models danced on poles, their muscles gleaming. I raised my hand for a waiter.

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“He even gave me this today. Said it would protect me.” Lydia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pendant. “That’s beautiful! And thoughtful. Most bosses don’t give gifts like that. Are you two…?” “No!” I said quickly, waving my hands. “Nothing like that. He just said he wants to be friends. Even though he’s my boss.” Lydia grinned and took a bite of her salad. “Friends with the big boss? That could be dangerous… or very interesting. So tell me about you, Clara. What did you do before this job?”

he replied coldly. "I swear I had no idea she would believe it. It was just a joke." He sighed, shaking his head in disagreement. "What the hell made you want to make up a story like that?" he almost shouted. "Just because we were childhood friends doesn't mean you have the right to say things like that about me. You don't know how much that puts my image at risk. Alice could easily believe what you said and expose it to the world. And you know what would happen? It would fuck up all the hard work I've done!" His face was so red that I swore he was going to explode with anger. "And in the end, I'm your boss! You should respect me!"

“Roxy, I’m working.” “But look at him. One glance, it takes two seconds.” I sigh, then look over my computer. When the big boss turns, I’m surprised. The boss of this company saw me naked a month ago, even he fucked me well! shame! I sit down and I continue my work, forgetting that there is in the same open space as me. Roll on tonight’s meal so that I can tell Estelle everything. Damn, when she gets to know that, she’ll be surprised. Finally, I focus on my file, I really want to forget about this meeting.

"While I clean your face, you'll answer my questions," Dagger says. I have my own question and it centers on the tattoo. I shake off the empathy the artwork invokes. The tone of Dagger's voice helps. Harsh and demanding has never worked in anyone's favor when dealing with me. Mr. Boss Man is about to find out that pushing my buttons is not going to work. "And if I don't?" It would have sounded tough if I hadn't winced when the cloth touched the edge of the cut on my forehead.

Such a brave girl. “And why is that?” “I just find it inappropriate to live with my bosses.” She put forth plainly. “And in that pretty little head of yours, you still think we have a simple boss-employee relationship? Honey, are you talking about the very same bosses who know every inch of your body, who know how your moans sound like when they pound into you; who know how your face looks like when your body trembles from the pleasure that they bring to you. You mean those bosses? We might as well as put a ring on your finger because you are ours.”

But something made him tap the notification, open the message. A photo loaded. A photo of them in the elevator of his building. Her pressed against the mirrored wall, his mouth on her neck, her eyes closed in obvious ecstasy. Her dress was hiked up around her hips. His hand was clearly between her thighs. The image was high quality—taken through the security camera, then enhanced and cropped to focus on the most damning details. Unmistakably them. Below the photo, a message: “Does HR know you’re fucking the boss? Walk away in 24 hours or everyone sees everything.”