Moxie Hell Of A Boss の小説・ストーリー

"Is that asshole of your boss still pissing you off, Mia?" At the mention of Damon, a shiver ran down her spine. Her disdain towards her boss wasn't exactly a secret to the people close to her. More than often she got teased about it. Usually, Mia could brush it off but not after he gave her the best orgasm of her life.

I just shook my head at him and smiled a little. "Eh? What type are you Reian? I heard that the 1st Mafia Boss here is handsome...what's his name?" Brenda asked Maureen, Maureen pouted as if she was thinking deeply. "Hellion....ah yes! Hellion, I heard he is the most handsome in the whole Mafia World hehehe" They both giggled. Even I was surprised by what they said but I couldn't help but smile. They don't know me being owned by Saint after all. So I have no right to hate the male flesh of my entire system.

OF: Yes Ash: back to our main subject Ash: Everyone focus PS: Yes, go on SL: Yes Boss AJ: Always WG: Yes Boss OF: Yes, Mob boss Ash MC: Huh, yes, Boss?? MC: I'm sorry. I dont know how to address you MC: Don't******* MC: I'm so sorry, don't kill me, I usually never make typos, but I'm a little unnerved right now hence me forgetting the "'" OF: Mia, don't embarrass me in front of Mob Boss Ash my god MC: You may be a fearless, unhinged idiot, but I'm not

And the oldest, Giacomo, grey temples, Roman accent thick as supplì—his own countryman, inside for life since the Banda della Magliana days. They watched Vito the way wolves watch a new dog enter the pen. Giacomo flicked his cigarette away and walked over, slow, no hurry. “Vito Andolini,” he said, voice low. “They told me the Boss finally arrived. Thought you’d be taller.” Vito met his eyes. “They told you wrong. I’m not the boss of anything anymore.” Giacomo smiled without warmth. “In here, everyone’s something. Question is what you’re willing to pay to become it again.”

Correct me if I'm wrong, but orange juice with donut after a long day is something everyone should do. After I emptied the whole bottle of orange juice, I went back to the couch to clear the table. I came back to grab my backpack off the floor and go get a shuteye of one hour before heading to Great Fisher, my phone buzzed and I checked to see it was a message from my Matt, my boss at Great Fisher. "Say what now?" I hissed loudly, glaring at the message he had just sent to me. "Really, Matt?" I scoffed, throwing my phone on the couch. "You're really a dick, aren't you?"

Even if I was so fucking confused at the moment, I was sure of one thing, which was my severe attraction for her. _ Thursday came by pretty slow. But now that it was here, I found myself getting nervous like a thirteen year old boy. Fremantle Michealson succeeded in turning a Mafia Lord, into a whipped pussy. That would serve a marvelously pathetic news headline. "They're here, boss. The designers." Jojo, my right hand man after Liam told me. I nodded and told him off, turning to the mirror to fix myself before mentally cursing and heading to the door. When have I ever had to dress up for a woman?

I grab my sandwich and take a bite"It's not healthy. That job is forcing you a lot, don't you think you should give yourself a break? She snorts and shakes her head. " It's nothing special Kia"Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos.

It’s something I struggle with, because I lose my temper as soon as I sense mockery or even disrespect. Miguel slaps my back. He looks as exhausted as I feel. Five damn hours of negotiation and there was no deal. “We’ll get it tomorrow. These guys love being fucking dramatic.” I say nothing. I reach inside my pocket for a pack of cigarettes and light one. I stand with my back against the wall with my cigarette dangling from my lips as I fight to loosen my tie. I let it drop to the floor. Miguel picks it up and pockets it. “You’re making a mess.”

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.

“I really want to be angry with you. You are entitled to all the rudest and filthiest curses in the world.” “I'm that jerk. Thanks," said Xander flatly. "No. You're not only a jerk, but you're also a cruel boss. You devilish boss.” Angel suddenly turned to Xander. She poked his thick arm with her index finger. “What you’ve been doing lately is really annoying. You yell at me in front of the other staff, you order me to do this and that like I’m your slave. And worst of all, you kiss me and grope me in your office before throwing me away like trash. You’re cruel, Xander. You’re evil.”