My Boss Is Jealous Of Me 소설 & 이야기

The thought that he thought I was jealous and unprofessional made my blood boil. I walked to my desk and sat down, trying to get my mind back to work. But Darwis's words kept replaying in my head. "You're just jealous because I've found happiness that you couldn't give me." Does he really not understand that this isn't about jealousy? It's about business and the future of the company.

I asked, looking away and rubbing my arms as I recalled the way they held hands. The smiles and happiness between them when staring at each other. I don't get it if she is not his girlfriend and.... "Mia," I looked at Coco. "Are you jealous?" I furrowed my brows as my heart pounded in guilt. "What?" "You sound like you are jealous. Are you jealous because the boss is with someone else?" she asked with a smile. "What? No." "Oh, my God. You are jealous." "I am not jealous, Coco. Stop saying stuff like that." I said, walking past her and moving my hair behind my ear as I opened the fridge.

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. Few people have seen his face, few people know where he is, and few people know exactly what he does. I don't know what he does with all the money from the townspeople, since being so filthy rich I highly doubt he needs it. But hey, it's not like I'm going to ask. I've told you a thousand times that... "And I have

"I knew they'd all be too chicken to say anything. Probably just because they're jealous about how close you are with the handsome boss." I blinked, trying not to laugh. "You mean you?" "Who else?" he grinned full conceit. "Right. Well, if that's all… " I turned to leave. Wait." He stopped me, turning me around. "You sure no one's being mean? I know how these places can be. The jealousy can be brutal." "Dante." I shot him a glare, finally getting annoyed. He grinned, nodding toward the door. "Okay, okay. You can go.

Why the intensity? I replayed his words over and over in my head. “If I’m just your boss, why do I feel jealous when Adrian is around?” The question wasn’t just about Adrian—it was about everything between us, everything unsaid. Does he want more? The thought made my heart race and my breath catch. Do I? The sound of footsteps in the hallway pulled me back. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, then picked up the cup, cradling it carefully. It was time to face whatever today would bring.

She disappeared inside, and the sound of her laugh slipped through before the door shut. That shouldn’t have bothered me. It wasn’t my business who he met with. But there was something ugly twisting inside me, hot and unfamiliar. Jealousy. No, no. Hell no! Definitely not jealousy. I stood there for too long, pretending I was checking my phone. I didn’t move until I caught my reflection in the glass, my face tight, eyes dark. What the hell is wrong with me? He’s Mila’s brother. He’s my boss. Technically.

“Oh please, I can go on and on about how much of a failed ‘leader’ you are in just a few weeks. Dad must've been out of his mind trusting an airhead like you.” “Hazel!” James shouted, his cool, snobbish demeanor slipping away. “I could crush you for this.” “Um… for what exactly? Oh, for pointing out how your employees don't take you seriously or the board can hardly tolerate you… the rate at which you're going, if i don't keep fixing your shittiness, our business is sure to fall.” That hit him hard. I saw how his jaw flexed and how his eyes twitched. James straightened his jacket. “You’re jealous. It oozes off you. It kills you that I have the title you worked so hard for.”

she said, straight-faced. Her eyes widened as she tilted her head at me. "Wait a sec... Are you jealous, Alpha Sebastian?" Jealous? Yeah. But I wasn't about to admit that. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my nerves in check. "As your boss," I began, keeping my voice as level as I could, "it's my responsibility to make sure personal feelings don't mess with your work. Young wolves tend to get swept up in flings, and that stuff can seriously throw off performance for a week."

I knew that she did not want to acknowledge my presence, but thick-skinned as I was, I sat on the chair vacated by her companion. “Who was he?” I asked, unable to help myself. I wanted to talk about her near-abortion, but jealousy began to surface. It was so strong that I was unable to tamp it down. Amee dropped her fork and raised her chin to meet my direct gaze. “He’s my boss.” I scoffed. “Boss,” I muttered contemptuously. “He wants you,” I told her frankly because, for me, no man would give attention to another if he were not attracted. And can see admiration in the man’s eyes the moment they latched on Amee.

He speaks firmly, staring at me; I can't identify any lies in his words. I feel a relief rush through my chest. I shouldn't feel this kind of thing, it's wrong! "Just as you shouldn't have felt a lot of other things and yet you felt every single one of them"-my mind mocks at the pain in my conscience, "Whose side are you on?"-I fight with myself. “I'm not jealous," I repeat. “Are you sure?” He asks, holding both sides of my face and narrowing his eyes in my direction. “Why do you think I would be jealous of you?” I try to look debauched as I question, "We have nothing but a relationship between boss and employee," I roll my eyes, trying to make it seem as if this is absurd.