Im Not The Final Boss Lover Novels & Stories

She tilted her head, but there was no warmth in her eyes. I replied calmly, "Why would I be?" She chuckled softly and lowered her voice. "Because I took the position you want most. I'm the one standing beside him now, and I'll be the one who becomes the boss' wife. And you? You've kept your head down for so long, and you'll get nothing in the end. Isn't that a shame?" I met her gaze head-on and spoke calmly. "Ms. Callahan, I've already told you. Mr. Grant and I have a strictly professional relationship."

I said, “But you have to come to the makeover studio first.” “Alright.” He then began to walk towards the door while Aurora looked at his back in defeat. Her eyes were wide in surprise and disbelief. Well I guess she failed as well. I sighed and we both began to make our way towards the makeover studio. That’s another weird thing here. No one has ever seen the boss leave with any woman. It works as a motivation and demotivation for many people. He doesn’t have a partner so people get really excited when they get to know that everyone has a chance but does he really give anyone a chance or is he just playing around with everyone?

"Do you actually want me to be afraid of you? Because I could try, if that's the vibe you're going for. I don't think I'd be very good at it, but I could give it a shot." The question caught him off guard. For a second, he actually thought about it instead of just shutting her down. "No," he admitted. "I don't want that." "Good, because I wouldn't have been able to pull it off anyway." Mia went back to the bottle, checking the temperature on her wrist. "For what it's worth, 'Boss' isn't really about you. It's about the fact that you expect everyone to just fold the second you use that tone, and I find it way more interesting to see what happens when someone doesn't."

Emily yelled and left. ★ Club House Fat Boss, Mr. Johnson, sat behind his massive desk, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his round face as he counted his stacks of cash. His eyes gleamed with excitement, and his thick fingers moved with a glee that made Emily's skin crawl. " Ha I love the smell of money !" he chuckled, his belly jiggling with each laugh. " Emily stood before him irritated by the sight of him and his office but she dared not show it on her face .

What Nathan and I currently have started from the beginning, not as friends, not as lovers, but as no one. "Let's cut the crap, Big Boss. You already drag the Crescent to the ground, what it is that you really want?" I asked him to change the topic. My wolf may look tougher from the outside, but deep beneath me, is someone about to drop to the ground. And Big Boss knows my weaknesses. If I will say or do nothing, he will keep on reminding me that my love for Nathan is a product of my imagination only. That no matter how hard I have to try, the impossible remains impossible.

TANISHA I hate my life. I hate my job. I most especially hate my boss. But the thing I hated most, was her. His clingy, pastel-pink-obsessed, half-influencer-half-parasite girlfriend who’d somehow fused herself to his hip like a decorative piece.

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

He leaned forward slightly. “I never stopped thinking about you.” She looked at him. “You stopped choosing me.” His throat moved as he swallowed. “I don’t want to fight anymore,” he said. “I want to fix it.” “You can’t fix betrayal,” she replied. “You can rebuild trust,” he insisted. She studied his face. For a second, she saw the version of him she used to love. The one who brought her coffee when she worked late. The one who memorized her favorite songs. “I miss you,” he said quietly.

"I'd rather take cold showers and think of you while I explode . " I chuckled and shook my head ; " You are so disgusting. " " You must be the reason my boss is just so head over heels in love , I mean technically speaking you used to be my girl and I kinda messed it up. " " You are ten years too late. " " I know and I by no means want to pursue you relentlessly , although I am tempted ." " I love Angelo." " I know and he loves you too . Why aren't you in bed sleeping. "

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.