Married To My Boss Novels & Stories

And that’s how I ended up marrying my boss. It was a beautiful wedding. She was already pregnant by then. We had twins , a boy and a girl. And just like that... I became the boss of the boss.

“No, that’s not funny.” Ms Caroline didn’t smile. “It wasn’t meant to be.” The laughter died in my throat. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline that never came. My heartbeat thudded in my ears, loud and unsteady. He was my boss. My employer. A man who spoke to me in measured silences and controlled glances. There was no illusion of closeness to hide behind. “You can’t be serious,” I said quietly. I had pushed this marriage idea as an escape plan behind me. The very day I found out Alex was Desmond Howard, my boss.

I fixed my trousers and took a seat. “Double Expresso, make it long.” I barked, then looked at the idiot in front of me. “Where the fuck is my wife?” “Well, the last time I checked, I no longer had one boss, but two.” “The fuck! Who is your second boss?" “Ahh, master, you seem to have forgotten that you got married. The Boss Lady told me to zip it, so I will have to zip it." I looked at him. Was he seriously trying to tell me that he was following my little wife’s orders?

he said. "Am I supposed to like you because I'm married! Remember!" I said then looked away in another direction. "Still, you do not fancy my personality at all. I can tell," he said. "I think you're forgetting that I'm your boss' wife. Your top boss' wife do we shouldn't be having this kind of conversation. Stop hitting on me," I blurted out. He laughed loudly then gave me a long stare. "You got me though that's not why I'm here to see you," he said. I glared at him but he kept a straight face.

"I think it's time you two stopped your obsessions with your bosses. Try dating someone else for once and trust me, it would help you to move on. Especially you, Kat." "Me?" I said, pointing at myself in bewilderment. "Yes, you. It's time you moved on from your boss. He is married. And according to the headline on the internet, they are happily married. Stop hurting yourself. Huh?" I could feel how worried Paige was, as she sincerely said these words to me. I know the truth hurts, but she was right. I really do need to move on from my boss, which I have been trying. But, it's not that easy. Not when I'm seeing him every day.

I say carefully. A huge smile crosses his face—and I hate that I’m about to make it disappear. I don’t want him to think I don’t want this. I do. And I appreciate everything he’s done. But we haven’t even been married for six months, and I just started this job. And I’m the boss. Even if I only got the role because I married Dante, I’m fucking good at it. I can’t slack. “And I definitely think we could plan that for a Christmas vacation,” I add sheepishly.

He had been used to living in big mansions, and for a minute I was suddenly worried if he would be comfortable in this little apartment. “Where did you get him from?” Mom whispered, but I was sure Richard could hear that. "Work. Actually, he is my boss." I lied even though it was still a valid lie, he is my new boss after all. “You got married to your boss? Was it an office romance?” Mom teased instead, and I heard her chortle. “He looks quite young, though, I think I like him.” Dad brushed me aside and whispered. I chuckled at his sincere compliment as I watched him walk over to sit on the sofa.

There was a brief pause before he replied nonchalantly, "Yeah." My brows furrowed, and anger seeped into my voice, "How dare you use my money to buy things for another woman? Do you even remember whose husband you are?" He scoffed. "Your money? You haven't worked in how long? Haven't I been the one supporting you? It's my money. I'll spend it on whoever I want." My voice shook. "We're married. All our assets are shared as a couple." Earlier this year, my company was in trouble. The boss kept piling on more work, expecting one person to do the job of three. Even after hours, we were stuck working late with no raise in sight.

Like I didn’t even exist. And I just… sat there. Watching. One of my coworkers leaned in close, whispering, “They look so good together, don’t they? She’s definitely his wife. They’ve got that connection, you know?” His wife. The words felt like shards of glass in my throat. But why was I mad at her? She obviously didn't know I'm married to Louis, their boss. No one knows. I'm the only one that knows. He kept it a secret. A reason known only to him. Which is weird.

“Explain? What is there to explain?” “It’s perfectly normal for married couples to work together. In fact, it’s probably the best arrangement.” She blinks at me, stunned. For a moment she looks almost confused by my reaction. I chuckle lightly, trying to smooth the air. “I’ll leave you two to it.” I take a few steps before pausing. “Oh, and take all the time you need,” I add over my shoulder. “You wouldn’t want to interrupt your boss when he’s clearly busy.” I let the words settle before walking away.