Hotshot Boss By Shandi Boyes Novels & Stories

2 years back, Shivay had come to Landon for his important meeting, after finishing his meeting, signing a deal, he was on the way to his penthouse, He was busy checking his mail and company-related file, he felt his car stop abruptly in the middle of the road, looking up he could feel his bodyguard Khanna looked tense, giving his famous SSO glare He asked why he stops the car in the middle of nowhere, Khanna told him a girl ran into their car so he applied the brake, hearing this SSO posture changed Khanna could sense his boss anger He prayed for the soul who ran in front of their car coz he knew his boss wouldn’t spare that person no matter whether she’s girl, coz these incidents were commo

Matt figured he was one of her bosses. "Rein?" He glanced at Matt. "Sandy buzzed me and said she thought you might have a problem, so I - " He looked at Matt again and blinked. "Damn ! Matt Vorchak." He held out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Saw your excellent play when The Rage won The Cup." "Uh, thanks." Matt rose to take the man's hand. "Charles Bandrich. One of the partners here." He glanced at Brenna. "Your sister is one of our bright shining stars. We're very lucky to have her."

She had no panties—just a totally shaved gash, pink and glistening. "Oh, Bobby!" she moaned again. "Just fuck me! Fuck me while everyone else here watches. I wanna show them what a fucking tramp I am!" Bobby didn't need to be told twice. He unzipped his fly, whipped out his cock (didn't anyone here wear underwear?) and pressed it up against Hot Pants' sopping wet quim. "Yeah, that's it!" Hot Pants sang. "Fuck me there! I want to be abused tonight, Bobby. Abuse me like a trashy little fuck-slut!"

She said as she shivered with fear and a bit with lust. It was obvious Mr. Hot Shot definitely was not in her class, he took a pack of a premium beer brand that she did not give a dam about and left to get the ribs. His black jeans was molded on strong muscular thighs and she had to stop drooling again. His sneakers and watch looked super fancy, something her Marc would steal for sale. It looked like the both items would buy her.

The words came out a bit thick, due to her tongue still bleeding, and the sweatshirt fleece in her mouth. He gave her a half-smile. “Oh, yeah. The boss will be recovering for a couple of days, so I’m just deciding what I’d like to do to you first.” She glared at him, though her heart stuttered. “You won’t touch me. Shane wouldn’t like it.” He laughed. “Shane doesn’t give a shit what happens to you now, slut, and you wouldn’t be the first guest of the cage to get worked over by the

In a shaky voice, she mewled threading with caution " _ Then what do you want? " " You have annoyed our boss and your punishment is death" A horrified look claimed her. Her palms sweated. Death? No. She could not die! What about her family and her child? She could not die, at least not now. Sniffing, Val beseeched " Who is your boss? Bring me to him I will apologize " What a brave girl? No a stupid one. The man crooned a laugh. Wielding the gun, he instructed Val out of the queue and she bossed the way back to the bridge.

"Seriously? What about the one where your new Boss is so hot and sexy?" "Pfft!" The drink spilled out of Sandra's mouth, choking her as she began to hit her chest. "Are you okay?" Ashley mumbled, her eyes widening as she watched Sandra. "If it's shyness, then don't be Sandra. I'm sure he understands, after all, he's hot! But not as hot as Mikhail." Ashley mumbled again. "Can you just shut up? It isn't this particular Boss but the one before this one." Sandra huffed, glaring at her sister.

Peter said with a troubled expression, "Lana, he was fired by the restaurant that he switched to. He has mouths to feed. Since we're looking for a kitchen helper, we should let him come back." Bo, who had followed Peter into the staff room, nodded. "Lana, please let me stay. I promise I'll work hard this time." Lana put her cup down gently. She asked in an icy tone, "Who do you think you are? Who gave you the right to address me by my first name? I'm friendly with Peter, but that doesn't apply to you!" Bo was short and chubby. He felt embarrassed to be reprimanded by a woman less than half his age. Yet he had no choice but to swallow his pride. He needed the job.

The heavy iron-reinforced panel slammed flat against the concrete floor, sending a cloud of white dust and rusted flakes billowing into the air. "Rossi!" Enzo’s roar echoed through the threshold as the underboss stepped into the frame, his twelve-gauge tactical shotgun raised to his shoulder, flanked by four enforcers with automatic submachine guns. "The game is over! Step away from the girl and drop the iron!"

The shift manager said respectfully, “My name is Shane Hoffman, but you can just call me Hoffman.” Brandon’s gaze turned slightly solemn when he said, “Mr. Hoffman, this boy slandered me. Have your security team here punish and throw him out!” Shane took a glance at Kayson, and his gaze turned ferocious instantly. “Boy, how dare you offend Mr. Jaycox? It’s your fault for seeking your own demise. Remember to watch yourself when you’re out from now on.” Kayson’s expression remained calm, and he paid no attention to them. Shyla believed in Kayson but did not wish to make a scene out of this situation.