Living With My Boss Novels & Stories

I turned my back to collect myself and wipe my tears, he was right I had to prepare for the worst and I would remain by his side even till his last breath. I bit back another sob. I needed to be strong. I went back to his side and took a seat beside him. “I hear you have a job now,” he chuckled lightly to ease the tension in the room. “Yes I do, but it’s average pay, nothing much.” “Thats good, it’s a good start.” “I was able to find out where you were working but my team never got back to me on where you live.” My eyes widened, and I cleared my throat slightly. There was no way in hell I was going to tell my father I live with my boss.

No one would fire him for talking crazy. Of all the possible bosses in the world, fate just had to play the cruelest trick on me. I’d bid bye to that life. I didn’t think I would be running into them anytime soon, but a week later, we were meeting as something else; boss and employee. Fuck.

I don't know how many minutes that passed when I saw myself on the floor with him hovering over me while he fvcked the hell out of me with me now a moaning mess. "I'm coming" I screamed as my release came coursing through me. And not quite long, he followed suit. "If you're going to stay there and daydream all day, just quit and go home" And angry and irritated voice forced me out of my fantasy world. It was all a dream. This is just one of the numerous times that I have fantasized about my boss. It's something I have been doing almost every day now and it made me wonder if I was sick or something.

I was definitely broaching on hating the people who lived there now. Few minutes later...... Is it just me or isn't it a bit weird about having lunch with your boss, someone you've not really known more than two days especially with a boss as hot as hell like Mr. Damien Boyce. Now look Don't judge me , I know that eyeing up my boss is quite frankly an obviously stupid idea, I mean there's even a damn clause in the contract I signed for this job that states no Dating between work colleagues. The fucking problem now is am a woman and I've got this little thing called hormones!

I forced myself to give a smile. How could I live under the same roof as my Boss's Boss.? My life is playing with me. " Finish your food. I will be waiting for you!" he said walking outside the house. " Yes," I responded obediently. I can't afford to lose my job.

I already made up my mind and even if Lauren would see me as a villian, I really did not want to care anymore. I was not going to claim Caden for myself, I just want to spend the remaining period we have together before Lauren comes back home. Apart from the scene with Tessa, work was usual as any other day except, it seemed more better and lively. I talked with other workers and they all seemed to like me and be more open and free with me. I did not want to care or think too much even if I did not know who was pretending to like me. They tried treating me differently because I'm their boss's wife but I was against it. I told them to be free with me just the way they would to others.

I couldn't afford to lose this job, not when I was barely keeping my life together. "Hey Amelia" my co-worker, Anna, smirked looking at me. For some reason, she never likes me and that was all because of our asshole boss. She always seemed to enjoy my misfortune. I hated that she had a thing for Mr. Lloyd, our boss, the same man who made my shift a living nightmare. Forty-five, lecherous, and the kind of guy who made every interaction uncomfortable. And yet, Anna would move mountains for him and make my life a living hell.

If I leave, I may be dead within a few hours. As usual, when I sit at my desk, the last thing I want to think about is my woes. I prepare everything Mr. Raging Asshole needs for his morning meetings and dive into my world of fantasies that would get me fired if I ever got caught. "I want to show you something," Mr. Bossman says. I’m standing before him in his office, but the look in his eyes makes me doubt whatever he wants me to see is work-related. "Come here," he instructs.

"Quit your job and work for me instead; you will be my personal assistant." "Really?" My face brightened but abruptly went down the moment I thought about it. "Yes." "But my boss won't allow me to leave. I still haven't paid for all the things that I accidentally broke." "Don't worry, let me handle your boss. Don't go back to that restaurant again." "Where do you live anyway?" "Why?" "Let's get all your things there, and you will come with me." "You'll be living in my house starting today." "Aren't you afraid of me?"

I didn’t get to eat what I wanted, wear what I wanted or go where I wanted. I chuckled at how pathetic I was. I couldn’t believe I’d let myself live a life like that; and for a year at that. “Well, I am pretty excited” “I knew it! And plus, you have to be excited. I literally bailed out of work to spend this quality time with you” “Right, about that. I hope your boss doesn’t fire you” Tina laughed as if I’d just said something absurd. “It’s like you keep forgetting that I have my boss wrapped around my finger” she raised up her index finger for emphasis.