Married To My Boss Novels & Stories

Silvia found it hard to process what her boss was saying. They haven't ever had a close discussion other than this one time, and now he is asking her to marry him. She doesn't even know anything about her boss's lifestyle, his preferences, and anything he hates. “Did I say anything wrong?” Ralph noticed that Silvia was lost in her thoughts as she tried to unravel the mystery behind his request. After Ralph had a deep dig into his brain last night, he decided to propose a contract marriage to Rosaline.

He smiles. “Alex stopp. We can't afford to be seen together.” “It's not like we're kissing.” “I'm an intern.” “And?” “They would think we're something, and it would become workplace gossip that the director is favoring an intern he's fu*king.” His brows raised. “Wow!” “Yes.” “Well I wouldn't want to do that to you,” he inches closer until his face is so close to mine, while my neck folds back at his closeness, “such insults wouldn't suit you. I'd like everyone to know that we are married.”

"I can’t. I have work, remember? My boss is paying me." "You’re my wife. Everything I own is also yours. Meaning, the company you work for is yours too." "Good point. That’s even more reason I shouldn’t go because I don’t want the company to go bankrupt," I said, laughing. "Resign already. So we can find someone to replace you." I was shocked by what he said. I didn’t want to leave! I loved my job! "But I don’t want to resign." "I'll tell everyone tomorrow that you're my wife. Of course, it wouldn’t look good if the boss’s wife was also an employee, right?"

Forgettable. By night… I was his wife. His kept secret. His most favorite person in the world. Just as he made a turn onto the main road, I turned my face toward the window, letting the passing lights blur into soft golden streaks. We were married. And no one could ever know. Not yet. He tightened his grip on my fingers as the traffic light turned red. I glanced sideways. The man who could command boardrooms, crush negotiations, and fire someone with a single nod… was now sulking like a kid who wanted cuddles.

All she ever wanted was for me to be in a relationship with someone and forget about the whole marriage stuff. But deep down I wanted to wait just a little longer for the man I got married to years back, perhaps I should find a way to search for him, maybe he might not be alive or he might be as well. And even if I find him and he is alive, we would have to divorce, possibly it would be good for both of us. “Lisa, he did that basically because I would have to pretend as his wife, so he wanted me to get more corporate wear for myself before we start work,” I explained to her.

But was security enough reason to marry? "I wouldn't want to be a burden," she whispered to herself as she piped delicate rosettes onto a row of desserts. Justin was her employer, her rescuer in many ways. Would accepting his mother's proposal seem like she was taking advantage of their kindness? And what about Justin himself? He had never indicated any romantic interest in her. The thought of being trapped in another loveless union made her stomach clench. A crash from across the kitchen snapped her attention back to the present.

Grace murmured as she drank. Ivy stifled a laugh. “I think she takes after someone.” Josh glanced at her. “I hope you don’t mean me.” “Who else?” Josh feigned offense. “Oh, come on—I’m your husband, you know.” Ivy smiled, her gaze soft. “And you’re also our kid’s bossy Appa. That makes you complete.” Josh sighed, then suddenly took Ivy’s hand in his. “My bossiness comes from fear—fear of losing. After everything we’ve been through, I don’t want a single day without you two.”

"When I had trouble with my job back then, you stood beside me till this moment. We are family, Mara. You're not supposed to thank me." Mary didn't know what to say. She just stared at her toes inwardly happy that her boss was not showing any signs of jealousy or anger over Leo and neither had she asked her anything about him. Mara couldn't help but wonder if they would ever talk about him. If they would, when? She really wished she could see into the future!

I have been sitting in my office all day long, doing absolutely nothing but crying, cursing, and wishing for the impossible. How can I be married to my boss? And for just a year? How is that even possible? Is it the fact that I will be under his roof that is the problem or the issue of being with him for just a year? I can't pinpoint the reason for my sadness. I just don't feel like going through with this. My boss is a f***ing Greek god and I am worried about my weak heart.

He saw her laughing on the sofa, the way her hair caught the light in the kitchen, the 'spicy' moments that used to leave them both breathless. He gripped the edge of the counter until his knuckles turned white. He had been a fool. The open marriage had been his idea—a product of bored lust—and it had blown up in his face. He still loved her. He knew that now, with a clarity that hurt worse than the bullet wound. He would do whatever it took to win her back. The next morning, the fluorescent lights of the corporate lobby felt blinding. Jake walked straight to the mahogany desk of his boss’s secretary.