Moxie Hell Of A Boss Novels & Stories

"Hey, Jessie. What's up?" My body stiffened abruptly. This voice… Jessica immediately switched to a coquettish tone and complained into the phone, "Honey, there's someone at the hotel bullying me! There's this crazy woman who's dressed in rags, insisting she's the owner of the hotel. I told her to get lost, but she won't. What should I do?" The man on the other end of the line chuckled softly. In a doting tone that carried unquestionable authority, he said, "Who dared to bully my dear Jessie? She's just some lunatic who came out of nowhere. Why bother with her?"

So different from the cold, demanding boss I'd known for two years. "Because I wanted you. From the first week you walked into my office and told me my scheduling system was inefficient and needed restructuring. You were the first assistant in years who dared to challenge me. Your competence. Your fire. The way you stood up to me when everyone else cowered." His thumb brushed my lower lip, tugging it down slightly. "But you would never have looked at me. Not Alexander Kane, your impossible, demanding boss. I needed to become someone else. Someone who could reach the parts of you that you kept hidden from the professional world."

Why am I acting like this? I am Terrence Vaughn Evans. The Black Scorpion, leader of a fear-mongering group, I am a mafia boss. I am a womanizer. I'm not afraid of anyone or anything. Women cry for me. I make and break rules. But I'm weeping now for someone I don't even know. ’ He tried to convince himself that he was the same Terrence as before, but he knew that something had changed. "Goddamn Terrence, stop this!" he furiously scolded himself. He wanted this feeling to stop. He decided to go somewhere where he would feel like his former self again.

I stayed quiet, my fingers tapping nervously on my bag. When the car finally slowed and stopped in front of my apartment building, relief washed over me for half a second. I reached for the door handle. “Wait,” I said, frowning. “I never gave you the exact building number. How did you know to stop right here?” The driver turned around slowly in his seat. His thin lips stretched into a smirk that made my stomach tighten. His scarred face looked even more menacing under the dim streetlight coming through the window. “The boss says you need to make Ryder reveal his true form,” he said, his voice low and rough. “And that pretty little thing around your neck belongs to him.”

"Do you actually want me to be afraid of you? Because I could try, if that's the vibe you're going for. I don't think I'd be very good at it, but I could give it a shot." The question caught him off guard. For a second, he actually thought about it instead of just shutting her down. "No," he admitted. "I don't want that." "Good, because I wouldn't have been able to pull it off anyway." Mia went back to the bottle, checking the temperature on her wrist. "For what it's worth, 'Boss' isn't really about you. It's about the fact that you expect everyone to just fold the second you use that tone, and I find it way more interesting to see what happens when someone doesn't."

“This place will be your hell. You’ll pay for every sin. And don’t think having had a C-section will earn you any mercy.” Without waiting for an answer, the boss grabbed a rough sponge, made Sabrina follow her across the cell, and threw her to the floor at her feet. “Get down and scrub every inch. And if I see any slime…” the pause was deliberate, leaving the threat hanging in the air, “…you’ll regret it.” Sabrina knelt slowly, pain cutting through her body. Lowering herself was a challenge, but she wouldn’t show weakness.

“So don't blame innocent guys.” “Carter!” Frank Moore's voice cut through the office like a rusty knife. My boss loomed over my desk, his cheap suit reeking of cigarettes and… failure. He slapped a folder down hard enough to make my empty coffee cup rattle. “Drop the Z-list crap. I've got your next assignment.” I flipped open the folder. A glossy 8x10 headshot of a man stared back at me, all sharp cheekbones, icy blue eyes, and a smirk that probably made stockbrokers wet their pants.

"I am not a weapon for you. Your king is not me. Your nightmare is me. His remaining guys shuddered and retreated. The bottle of my blood rattled between the boss's trembling hands. At last, he realized the truth. It was impossible to purchase the Chimera. It was also uncontrollable. The casino had been destroyed. There were broken tables, bodies moaning on the floor, and a strong blood odor. With my claws still oozing red, my chest heaved. The beast inside of me didn't care that I had gone too far. With his self-assured facade shattered, the mafia boss looked at me. His hand trembled as though he was having trouble holding onto the vial. With their rifles forgotten, his soldiers, or what re

Aiming the tip of rifle at Mark Devis's forehead, I threateningly asked," Why the fuck you refused to sign a deal with Mcadam corporation?" For a few seconds, Mark kept quiet, staring down at the ground. His thick blood dripped off his cracked forehead, dirtying the area he was sitting. I removed my rifle from his forehead and squatted in front of him. Cupping his bleeding chin in my right hand, forcing him to look at me. " Are you fucking dumb? I hate quiet ones." That's when mimicking Mark's tone enraged me. " So you're the infamous Mafia Boss of DarZ group. Xavier Hill who is in reality Ceo Caspar Mcadam," Mark chuckled.

raped" by ten men. It's because he didn't stop owning her again and again until the sun arose and she was such an idiot for letting him do what he wanted to her body. She shook her head. Who can refuse my blessed boss? Even just his finger is enough to make her reach her climax. While his XL manhood makes me experience heaven, that's how great Maximo is. "But his dick is a monster," she whispered as he took a bite. She is just experiencing the damage she may get by being intimate with him. Later, she heard a knock, so she immediately stood up and slowly walked into the room, and she opened it. Her boss, in business attire, appeared in front of her. She opened the door wider so he could come