My Boss Wants Me So Bad Novels & Stories

my boss whispered to my ear. I just close my eyes and feel his hot breath. "Anastasia, please, forgive me. I didn't really mean to scare you." "Let go, boss." "No. Even if you punch me, repeatedly. I won't let you go," he said, still caging me in his arms. Maybe it's delicious if it's the boss's love confession. But not! He only needs me because his company needs me. That's all and nothing else! "If you don't let me go, boss, I swear, your balls will really break." Forced to harden my voice to look angry.

I emphasized. “Why me?” she pressed. “Because I want you,” I replied. “Why is that so hard for you to understand?” She began to shake her head, her defiance surfacing as she reached for my wrist, trying to push me away. “Don’t,” I warned, my grip tightening slightly. “How can you say you want me when you don’t even know me? I work for you. You’re my boss and I’m your employee. That is the only relationship you and I will ever have.”

I wanted to make him even more needy. "Honey, but you don't need to suffer from withdrawal. You can have as many kisses as you want!" I laughed and played along. "And you can touch me whenever you want." "Good, because I want many kisses and I want them now!" He demanded with feigned seriousness. "Many? I don't know if my boss will like that. He's been threatening to take me on that desk, you know, and I like the idea. I don't want him to give up." I pointed to his desk.

If I leave, I may be dead within a few hours. As usual, when I sit at my desk, the last thing I want to think about is my woes. I prepare everything Mr. Raging Asshole needs for his morning meetings and dive into my world of fantasies that would get me fired if I ever got caught. "I want to show you something," Mr. Bossman says. I’m standing before him in his office, but the look in his eyes makes me doubt whatever he wants me to see is work-related. "Come here," he instructs.

"I've heard your boss is quite demanding. Working for him would exhaust you" "I can manage" "No, you can't" He runs his hand through his hair and begins pacing the room "Your boss demands perfection and it can get really tedious" "You seem to know my boss a little too well" I try to lighten the mood "Please, Anthony, I really want to do this" Can you imagine being stuck with Violet in this house all day, everyday? His expression softens but it doesn't seem like he's given in. "You can transfer me to...I don't know, something less tedious, maybe.... but please don't fire me. I wanted work experience but imagine the bad effect it's gonna have on my résumé if I get fired from my first job." I p

“Just tell them I’ll give them whatever they want.” “The boss…” he said under his breath. “He might not give you much time anymore.” I froze. “What do you mean?” He swallowed. “He wants to get rid of you. Very soon.” The words hit like ice water poured straight into my veins. My spoon slipped from my fingers and clattered softly against the tray. He flinched at the sound, eyes darting to the door. “I shouldn’t have said that,” he muttered. “Wait,” I said, my voice barely a breath. “Who’s the boss?”

“I’m serious! You’re hot, and he’s hot. It’s practically fate. You’ve got the sexual tension of a whole N*****x series just waiting to explode.” Lucas. My boss. My very hot, very off-limits boss. With that deep voice, piercing eyes, and a jawline that could cut glass. The man I’ve been secretly fantasizing about since my third week at the company. Who once brushed my arm in the break room and nearly sent me into cardiac arrest. “Yeah, well, I’d rather not ruin our work dynamic. Or, you know, get fired for harassment,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady even though my heart was racing at the mere mention of him.

Melissa has been following him around like a dog. He offers her a job and now they're office besties. Is Melissa doing this to make me jealous? I let out a hoarse, humorless laugh. I thought she was smarter than this. She was better off when she cried and yelled after every argument. At least she stayed, she never left. But whatever she's doing now is stupid. Moving in on my boss just to make me jealous, how pathetic. I walked over to my liquor cabinet and poured myself a drink. I took a gulp and it burned my throat but I liked it. If it was a war she wanted, then it's a war she would get.

I didn't even hear them coming and I almost jumped out of my skin. " I am impressed. You follow instructions well." The man says. " Just don't hurt my mate or my friends." I say. " I don't need to since that you showed up." He says. " What do you want with me?" I asked. " It's not me. I don't really care. But the boss wants you. He wants his daughter. That's all he said." The guy says. " Well, he never cared before now. Why would he care so much now?" I asked.

It was cluttered and very dusty. "Are you just going to stare at them? Start working, I thought you were boring?" my boss shouted. I closed my eyes tightly, wanting to talk badly to him. He's annoying. Why is he like that? Is it really wrong to help others? It’s just that I can't say no to them because it's my nature.