Novel & Cerita I'll Have A Triple Bossy Deluxe

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On her boss. She was pacing, He’s a vampire?? Do vampires even exist? My boss…..CEO? She slid down the wall until she was sitting on the cold floor, knees pulled to her chest. The smell of cleaning supplies surrounded her. Bleach. Ammonia. “Jesus,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. “Jesus, please. Please help me.” Her voice cracked. She closed her eyes,tried to breathe. Tried to think. But all she could see were those eyes. Pale. Predatory. Locked on hers.

he said and my stomach churned in irritation. “Yes, I definitely agree. I mean, did you see her body in that dress? I would kill to spend some time with her.” It took every part of me not to hit both of them in the gut press my heels against there faces. “If you talk about Ursula’s daughter one more time, I wouldn't hesitate to rip your guts out.” The third party said, their voice was very familiar, i had heard this same voice back at the auction and I saw the man. Jim.

I leaned against the closed door, staring at him as he packed his bag. "I didn't see the usual rescuer," I said, furrowing my brow at him. I folded my arms and took a sharp breath when my hand accidentally touched my broken rib. "We've decided to terminate our contract with their agency. Mr. Oswealth thinks hiring fifteen people just to rescue you every time is... wasteful. You know we pay enough for each rescue mission. They charge twice my salary for a single job, with your frequent vacations, I think Crossfire could go bankrupt." He chuckled and sat down in his chair.

She knew his boss was rich, but Ali never told her how loaded her boss would be! “Now, we will travel to my private island, but before we enter this plane, you need to assure me that you will be giving this your full attention. I need to win this deal, Ms. Knight,” he said in a serious tone, and all she could do was nod and hope she would not mess up, “Good.” He said and walked inside of the big plane.

“So don't blame innocent guys.” “Carter!” Frank Moore's voice cut through the office like a rusty knife. My boss loomed over my desk, his cheap suit reeking of cigarettes and… failure. He slapped a folder down hard enough to make my empty coffee cup rattle. “Drop the Z-list crap. I've got your next assignment.” I flipped open the folder. A glossy 8x10 headshot of a man stared back at me, all sharp cheekbones, icy blue eyes, and a smirk that probably made stockbrokers wet their pants.

What an asshole boss! 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 I hope this chapter isn't weird. See you next chapter 💋💋💋💋.

The Boss expressed his gratitude to the servants as they brought out a basket of grapes alongside tall, slender glasses resembling shot glasses, filled with Limoncello—an after-dinner drink meant to aid digestion. "Now's your chance," Alexander whispered to Jenny. Taking the hint, Jenny approached the Boss and took a seat beside him, offering him grapes from the overflowing basket. "Feed them to me," he said in a husky tone that attempted to be alluring but fell short. With gentle precision, Jenny picked up a cluster of grapes and began feeding them to the Boss. She carefully brought them to his lips with one hand while brushing the back of his hand with the other. He took a small bite, lock

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.

"Wanna die? " Yes boss. Hope you liked the clothes" " No. I hate them all. Take them with you please" " So you came to give me these? "No. We've brought some gifts. Happy married life" " Thank you" " Congratulations boss. Supreme boss asked me to give this to you" " Dad did? What is it? "I don't know boss" "Okay" I quickly opened the envelope. " I see dad has booked a nice suite for us and has planned for our honeymoon. I do appreciate it.