Married To My Boss Novels & Stories

I let out a breathless laugh. "You know, I'm married now," I say in a casual tone and I imagine his eyes widening in shock at the information. "I know, it's weird but I am. His name is Rowan Grey. He's my boss. Yup, that grumpy boss that I'm always telling you about. That's him." I say and I laugh a little. I imagine him laughing along with me and asking me why.

“Ewwww, asides being an arrogant dickhead he’s also a controlling womanizer “ I said I could hear her begging and screaming for him to make her his as I hurriedly went back into my room. I was hungry but eating was the last thing on my mind. What type of a man did my father marry me off to? Does he know his boss was a womanizer ? He should atleast think of the fact that I was his wife and do his dirty affairs outside these walls I said turning to my side.

Repairmen arrived within minutes, but opening the elevator still took some time. The staff watching the monitors felt like they might be going blind. They saw their usually cold Boss consoling a woman so tenderly, brushing her hair aside, kissing her deeply, and heard that "husband." So, Boss was married, and his wife was Serena. They felt like they were going crazy. Knowing such a big secret and not sharing it with anyone was unbearable, but revealing it might mean the end of their careers in Hustleburg. Fifteen minutes later, the tightly closed elevator finally revealed a glimmer of light.

I said simply. They both burst into laughter. “Moving out to where?” Anita mocked. “Did you suddenly become rich?” I held her gaze. “Yes.” That wiped the smiles off their faces. “What are you talking about?” my stepmother demanded. I didn’t owe them explanations. But I wanted to say it. Not for them. For me. “I’m getting married tomorrow.” Silence. Heavy. Shocking. Anita blinked rapidly. “Married? To who? Which man?” “My boss.”

I sat on the couch, thread in hand, and realized I had nothing to repair. The knock came at 9:47 PM. I checked the peephole without thinking. A woman stood in the hallway—gray coat, green-gray eyes, sunglasses pushed into blonde hair. The woman from the bakery. The woman who'd cut the line, who'd looked at me like furniture she was deciding whether to keep. She smiled. Sharp. Beautiful. Terrible. "Darling," she said, her voice carrying intensity, like she already owned the space I'm in. "I heard Alexander got married. Again." A pause. The smile widened, showing teeth. "I simply had to meet the replacement."

"What does your boss want with me?" Derek was sitting on the edge of our bed, staring at his phone like it might explode. The morning light made his black eye look worse than it had in the hospital. "I don't know." His voice came out scratchy. "Maybe he just wants to meet you. You know, like a normal boss." "Normal bosses don't text at six in the morning asking employees to bring their wives." Derek stood up too fast and winced. "Look, Mr. Zhang is... particular about these things. He likes to know the families of his workers. It's probably nothing."

"I’ll call your driver to take you home." "No! I'm not drunk!" she screamed while striking him on the chest. "I’m not leaving until you tell me the wedding is back on!" "Georgia, there is no us to fix. We were never in a real relationship," Apollo said while his jaw was tightening. "I told you that I love someone else. She’s the one I want to marry." "Who?! That secretary?!" Georgia spat the word like it was poison. "Apollo, wake up! She’s a nobody! She isn't on your level!"

Jacob raised his eyebrows. Sabrina stretched her lips, “My husband will fetch me,” she responded. Not noticing that Angelo and Michelle were already standing behind her, she almost had a heart attack when she heard her friend’s voice from behind. “You already knew that she’s married, Sir Jacob?” Michelle suddenly queried. Sabrina stood frozen on the spot. Her breathing hitched as her eyes went wide as saucers. Even her jaw almost dropped on the floor. It was already hard to talk to them to explain as to why she did not tell them that she was already married. What more if they learned that their boss knew about it? They will certainly think that she did not trust them and had no plan on telli

Which was so damn wrong. “Congratulations, Mrs. Kane,” he whispered. I stiffened and hoped no one had heard. “How about a little celebration in your new office?” My office was spectacular. I couldn’t stop smiling. In about 24 hours, I had ended a fake marriage, slept with my boss, started another fake marriage, and got promoted. It was a rollercoaster. “Do you love your new space?” Alex assked. “Tech specialist?” I asked. “How did you know?”

I crawled between his legs, looked up at him, and took his thick cock into my mouth. This was only the beginning. My boss was going to ruin my marriage and breed me right here in his office. And I was going to let him.