My Boss My Husband Novel Novels & Stories

Even if I wanted to answer, I couldn’t with the way my throat had closed up like that, and so I stood there, choking, my breath slowly cutting off. The door to the hallway opened suddenly, and Adonis Blackwell raced into the room, charging right for my husband with an angry growl of indignation, tearing his hands away from my neck. Help had come! I slumped to the floor as my breath came rushing back, my lungs on fire as it worked overtime to replace all that had been lost. It was funny, but my boss had never met her husband, and ironically, their first introduction was him introducing his fists to the bastard’s face. In that moment, I found that observation oddly amusing and comforting.

Tears formed in my eyes, but this time, they weren’t from pain. Jasmine clapped her hands lightly as she laughed. “Oh my God, I just remembered something!” she said. “You told me your husband said something like… ‘At home, I’m your husband, but at work, I’m your boss.’” She paused, looking between Kevin and me, her smile widening. “And all this time, he had no clue that you’re actually the real boss.” Kevin let out a loud laugh. “Oh sister,” he said, shaking his head again, his tone softening slightly, “see what love has done to you.”

Her face was dull, though still looking pretty. She picked up a cigarette that lay on the table, lit it, inhaled deeply, and exhaled into the air. “Am I ugly, Stacey?” she asked in a slightly heavy tone of voice. “N-no, boss. You still look beautiful and amazing,” I replied. “Hahaha, you’re not good at lying,” she replied. Suddenly, a young man came from inside the room. All I know was the boss lived alone while her husband lived in an apartment in Valxina City. Newlyweds living separately. The life of the rich with all their strange antics.

“Why would I tell him if you weren’t doing anything wrong? And about your boss? I think he’s a nice man. Is he married?” “Kinda… He and his wife are separated and are in the process of a legal separation. Are you interested in him?” “OF COURSE NOT!” I said immediately. “I told you, your Papa is the only one for me. I just hope there’s really nothing going on between you two. Do you like your boss in a different way?”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m just anybody. I’m your boss *and* your husband.” “Temporary husband,” I reminded him. “‘Til death do us part.” He smirked, dripping with sarcasm. “Is it so hard to keep the rest of the vows? Why are you always fixated on death and dark stuff?” “Life made me this way.” “Life’s kicked me down plenty, yet here I am… standing in front of the CEO of Clifford, one of the richest, most powerful men in the world… and my husband.” When I was near this man, all I wanted was for him to take me, his body holding such power over mine.

Not long after, his wife returned from a business trip, and I breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn't allowed intimacy with my boss to go further; his wife would have caught us, and the situation was bound to end up terribly. “Hey Maya, I am hungry. Any meal ready?” My boss' wife, Clara, told me, and I smiled down at her, trying to push away the guilt that was gnawing in my bones. “Sure ma'am. I will just set the table right away,” I told her, and she patted me on the back. “You are a lifesaver.” I froze at her compliment, the guilt intensifying as I remembered that this lifesaver had felt the urge to ride her husband's cóck in his study.

As soon as I reached his door, I took a slow breath, but it sat heavy in my chest. It wasn't hard to predict why he'd summoned me—he never did unless it was necessary, especially not these days. That only meant that he heard about the events several days ago…and my failure. I knocked lightly, hearing his muffled voice give assent before I entered. The door slid open and there he was. Damon. The CEO of NovaTech. My boss. And my husband, in secret. He sat behind his desk, one hand flipping through a stack of files as I stepped in. As soon as I entered, he stopped all his actions and looked up. His gaze met mine, his expression cold and unforgiving.

An eye-catching Royce Rolls stopped at the Civil Affairs Bureau, attracting the attention of many people. The driver, named Black, asked, "Young Master Dawson, do you really want to marry this stranger?" "You think?" he blurted out. "But Young Master Dawson-" there was an audible sigh in the car, "the favor God has bestowed upon you should not be like this." Black was not happy with the situation. Henry doesn't care: "My love for others died 12 years ago. Who I marry, and how I live my life, that's not important." There was a five-second pause. "Of course, I also want to see if that person's life is hard enough."

Xia was just done with the paperwork when she decided to start drawing for her winter collection. She already had the design prepared for that, but she clearly remembers that it was leaked by Miyu. It’s the worst disaster for her company. Her stocks plummeted, and she was accused of plagiarism. Her husband had to inject numerous funds to keep the company afloat. Remembering Ren Liu. Xia called for Michael. “Michael sent a lunch to the hospital where my husband is currently staying.” She said absentmindedly, as she played with her pencil.

"Jayden, this is Jane, my wife. Jane, this is my boss and best friend, Jayden Park!" I froze at the sight of Daon's boss and best friend, the man I had slept with the night before. And now, how am I going to get out of this situation?