My Boss My Secret Lover Novels & Stories

“You’re really proud of yourself, aren’t you?” He raised his glass again. “Always.” We laughed, and for the first time that day, the tension eased from my shoulders. I didn’t feel like the outsider anymore. Just a woman out with the man she loved. “Rate your boss,” he said after a while. “Be honest.” I pretended to think. “Five out of ten.” He almost choked on his wine. “Five?” “You were bossy,” I said, smiling. “And your secretary hates me.” “She doesn’t hate you,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “She hates herself for not being you.”

"He's your boss. You're his intern. He has all the power. You have none. That's not complicated. That's just illegal and unethical and exactly the kind of thing that destroys careers. Yours. Not his. Because when this comes out — and it will come out, it always comes out — he'll survive it. He's the CEO. He'll get a slap on the wrist. A sensitivity training course. A public apology. And you'll be the intern who slept with her boss to get ahead. That's the story they'll tell. And it won't matter if it's true. It'll just matter that it's believable." The accuracy of it hit harder than the anger. "I know the risks," I said. "Do you?" Jordan stepped closer. Not threatening. Just — closer. Close

I blinked rapidly, reading quickly from the paper and back at them. “You'll…” “It's simple, Rebecca. You will be our sex slave. It's not stated there because the paper could get into wrong hands” my boss cut in, calmly. I looked to his wife, her tongue wetting her bottom lip as she looked at me intensely making me swallow hard, my eyes widening before glancing to back at my boss. This wasn't a joke… right? I had forgotten how to breath. ‘A sex slave?’ ‘These things were real?’ My thoughts must have reflected on my face because my boss cleared his throat, throwing his head back to look at his wife who nodded at him in silent communication.

He sent her gifts every week—never the same, always thoughtful. Even Lucas thought he was serious about her. For three years, Nathan had treated me well—gentle, considerate, generous. He was the perfect boyfriend. The only condition he had was that we kept our relationship a secret. His reason? "You’re still young." I believed him. Until just now, when I heard him say in a completely indifferent tone that I was nothing more than a pastime to him. Just a pastime.

He stayed even when I began giving him nothing but the leftovers of my time. He deserves honesty and loyalty. He deserves considerably better than a girlfriend who occasionally forgets what she's saying when her boss rolls up his sleeves. You see why this is a problem. Falling in love with my boss is highly unprofessional. But falling in love with him while dating a man who put his life on pause so he could support me through mine should qualify as a criminal offense. Which is why I finally decided to do the responsible thing. I was going to quit. I was standing outside my boss's office, my grip tightening around the envelope containing my resignation letter. I have worked as Adrian's secret

“Rina, I don’t have the strength to spell it all out right now. Just trust me—it wasn’t supposed to happen. It was a mistake. And now it’s a nightmare.” “Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!” She cussed repeatedly. “You are so fucked up.” Like I didn't know that from beginning. “Well, now you see why I was scared after I found out he was my boss.” “Did he say anything?” She asked. I opened my mouth to talk but another question followed. “I'm sure he doesn't remember you. I mean he is crazy rich and hot. He must have slept with so many girls, right? I'm sure you are just one of the many girls he don't remember.”

When I first moved to New York at 21, I got involved with a man much older than me. We had to keep our relationship a secret. He was rich, powerful, and used to getting his way. He had an entire crime family behind him. And yet, no one knew how to make me happy better than he did. I was the one who ended it. That day, he didn't ask me a single question. He just had Walter Russo, the family lawyer, bring me a check big enough to pay off my father's debts and let me start over. After that, we went our separate ways. Two years later, I took a job at the Moretti family's hospitality company. On my first day, I learned that he didn't just run the business. He was the one calling the shots for the

A co star that has been hitting on me finally gets a chance to sleep with me and we're in his living room after having hot rounds. He turned on the TV and I thought I was seeing things when I saw the headlines. *CEO Ryan Romans of Ryan's Enterprises spotted in a Romantic scene with a girl whose identify is barely stated** My attention fell full on this as I pull his hands that wants to press my bo*bs away from me . I watched the video with so much attention, it was that foolish dumb secretary of his. Yeah, I knew he was dating her but I just thought she was a fling, that I thought I could have a chance again.

"To win the fight, you must know your enemy. Am I right?" "Stop beating around the bush and tell me exactly what it is." She's losing her temper. "Jeremy has a lot of admirers and secret lovers." Dave's eyes glinted. "And one of those is Yenny."

I shook my head in pity, I really turned him on, and it will take a while before he cool off “Sorry sweetie..but I need to leave…the boss is gonna roast us alive if he finds out about this. Love you..bye” I pecked his lip and left. Well, you all might be wondering who Brad really is to me. He is actually my secret lover, which no one knows about, not even the boss. He was brought to the clan just like me, an orphan to be precise who lived on the street and have no source of help. He claimed the former boss of the clan rescued him from a certain mob of people who tried to kill him, accusing him of stealing some amount of money which he knew nothing about.