Married To My Boss Novels & Stories

She whispered as she scooted closer to me, eyes filled with warmth. “Not yet. I don't think I want to tell him. He is getting married next month.” The reality hurt so much that I felt my eyes sting with another round of tears. When she didn't say anything, I knew she wanted me to say more. “He is my boss and I work as his PA. I have this attraction to him. I don't know. But we ended up having sex, twice, and now, ” I sniffed. “Now, we are barely talking. He is getting married and his wife, I will get to see her almost every time. I don't know if I can live with that.” I sighed and drew my knees up so I could rest my head on it.

He turned back to Vlora. “Lucas is your boss in the office, literally, but when you're off the clock, you and he are on equal footing. I don't think you have to call him 'Mr.' all the time.” Vlora realized it. The man she was marrying was a close friend of Lucas'. Did it make sense for her to keep calling Lucas 'Mr.'? Unfortunately, two years of courtesy habits could not disappear overnight. “Never mind, Reas,” Vlora sighed lazily. “You don't have to change the subject, and I don't want to talk about my leave again.”

The doubt flickered painfully in my chest, but I refused to let Nonso see it. “Don’t ever speak to me again,” I said firmly, turning to leave but his next words stopped me cold. “So why does your family still think you’re married to me? They have no idea you married another man. They have no idea you betrayed me and married my boss!” he yelled with accusation. I rolled my eyes, irritation flaring. “It is none of your business. Mind your own business.” I continued walking away, but he lunged toward me. “Jeneta!”

Been out of work for just a week and already dreading being poor in case I never get another job. How did I lose my old job then? Well let's say, I had an affair with my former boss. Turns out he was secretly married with two kids. His wife found out before I did. The man ended it with me but couldn't cut me loose. 'She's one sure bet for this company when it comes to sales. I swear we are keeping it professional. I'll even transfer her office to another floor .' My former boss used these beautiful words to secure his marriage.

"We just need to get through Saturday and Sunday." Now, in the car out to the beach, I wonder if I can really do this. Lie to a house full of rich, dangerous gangsters. Pretend to be married and in love with a man I barely know. A man that was my Asshole Boss barely a week ago. I don't exactly remember turning suicidal, but apparently, I am. Too late to give up now. My boss is my husband, for better or worse. Mostly worse. But it does have perks.

I asked him calmly, refusing to respond to what he said. "Stella, I know you are married because I see the ring on your finger, but for your husband to let you work here, he must not be taking proper care of you," my boss said, smirking, and I held it in because I wanted to laugh. If he knew who my husband was, he wouldn’t be saying this.

She was almost crazed by the pleasure and she finds herself wanting more and more of him. Wayne didn’t hear a word of complaint from her and was always glad whenever she utters his name with her every orgasm. She’d made scratches on his skin and left a few love bites, tempting him to leave some on her as well. One was visible on his neck and he wore it proudly, unbothered by the glances he received at work the next day. Not even Jarred, who openly teased him about it in front of other managers during a meeting. It was only then people became aware that their boss is married. Their marriage has been exclusive to family, a few relatives and very close friends. Afterwards, they hadn’t exactly b

“SERIOUSLY, babe? Stop joking around!” I hissed. Throwing to his face the paper he handed me. What the f*ck is he thinking? “I’m sorry babe, but you’re already married to my boss.” He said while his head bowed. “Stop pranking me! Is this one of your typical pranks again?!” I hissed. I don’t know what to feel right now. I can’t think straight. I want to curse. I want to yell. F*ck!

It was calm, and chilly day, with the air that felt cold and crisp. “wow, our boss is a wonder man!! I mean it’d take a lot of effort to change your mind” she said, I shrugged, “well, you should thank god that I’m in a good mood right now, or else, you’d be six feet under” I said, she laughed, “I’m still shocked really, of you and our boss’s marriage!” she spit out. I frowned, “I mean, I knew you had a major crush on him, but I had no idea things were bigger than that” she finished, a smile on her face.

But fucking spent. “If I’m crazy, then you are insanely mad.” I replied. We stared at each other for a few seconds in silence except for our heavy breathing. “Well, this is one of hundreds of the fantasies in your book.” He said. “Yeah?” I breathed. “What do you say, every weekend, we tick out more of them?” A wicked smile played on his lips. He is married. He is my boss. Anything could happen. I should say no, clean up, and dash out of his office.