My Bosses Pretend Lover Novels & Stories

"Chris, if you pull off this deal, your wife will be able to live a good life!" Each time, his words were met with envious glances from my colleagues. "Chris, the boss really seems to like you," they'd say. "He gave you that deal? I asked for it so many times, but he wouldn't give it to me. And now you've got it! But hey, with all the travel it'll take, do you think your wife will be okay with it? She's so attached to you." And now, as I stood there, scissors in hand, replaying those moments in my mind, I saw his expressions for what they really were—not admiration, but mockery.

‎ ‎"First off, I'm sorry I caught you off guard, but I really needed the board members' trust. I mean, you heard them in there. They'd vote me off the board if the models fight over me. ‎ ‎"But you and I in a relationship would make them believe I'm not having an affair with any model or designer." ‎ ‎"So basically, you're using me to secure your place, right?" ‎ ‎"No, no, no, that's not it at all. Just consider it as a business transaction between us." ‎ ‎I secure my place and we work together to impress the investor. ‎We look like a power couple. ‎I mean, who wouldn't believe?

"I don't see it that way. If there's actually a ceremony, it's not a lie. The only fake part is that you two aren't in love, but it's not like it would be hard to pretend to love Albert Torrens." I sat at the table and stared at her. "What?" she asked, twirling her fork in her fettuccine. "Why would it be easy to pretend to love my boss?" "Because he's hot. And he's rich. And he's nice to you." She spoke as if what she was saying was completely obvious. She wasn't wrong. Like Andi had said before, Albert was handsome and had a lot going for him. But he had one much bigger thing going against him: he was my boss. Besides, he had never given me any indication that he was attracted to me. No si

Her Hot Bosses Avery had been working at her new job for almost a year now. Her bosses are rich the three influential multi billionaires.. Avery loved her job but the big problem that has been on Avery's list was how hots her three bosses are and how she wants them to fuck her so hard and rough. She knew for a fact that the three of them were into BDSM, thanks to her unlimited access to their emails and Mistresses. This not only sparked her curiosity but also causes an intense arousal and ache for her bosses.

And like he’s said, my boss wasn’t looking too pleased. Was it because of the decor? I swallowed the lump in my throat, tearing my gaze away from him. “Your very furious admirer-” The man raised a brow as he watched Mr. Leota. “- or stalker, I’m not too sure.” “He’s just my boss.” I turned back to him with a weak laugh, hopefully my words were more believable than it felt to me. “It’s nothing more than that.” “That’s odd” He mused, his head cocking to the side.

“But only if you promise not to undress me with your eyes too obviously across the dinner table.” He grinned. “No promises.” And just like that, my boss—the man I thought I could only ever fantasize about—was taking me out. And this time, it wouldn’t be a fantasy. It would be real.

“And honestly, if I’m dying here, I’d like a little mood music too. Got any classical?” I buried my face in my shoulder, trying not to laugh as the boss’s expression shifted from confusion to frustration. The boss’s smirk grew as he twisted the pliers menacingly. “Did you know,” he said, “I used to think your country was a land of dreams. Turns out, it was a nightmare.” He crouched in front of Nora, lifting her hand. “You see, my boss there? He made every day hell. And my girlfriend?” He laughed bitterly. “She thought it’d be funny to cheat on me with my best friend.”

The pad of his thumb grazed the shell of my ear, and I had to lock my knees to keep from leaning into it. I swallowed. “You’re my boss, for now. That’s it.” He chuckled, low and rough, the sound vibrating right through me. “For now, I like the sound of that.” His thumb traced down again, along my jaw this time, stopping just shy of my lips. “You always were good at pretending, baby, pretending you didn’t want the trouble. Pretending you could handle it on your own.” I turned my head away, breaking the contact. “Don’t call me that. And I’m not pretending about the work. I’m good at this, better than you expected, apparently.”

“He even gave me this today. Said it would protect me.” Lydia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pendant. “That’s beautiful! And thoughtful. Most bosses don’t give gifts like that. Are you two…?” “No!” I said quickly, waving my hands. “Nothing like that. He just said he wants to be friends. Even though he’s my boss.” Lydia grinned and took a bite of her salad. “Friends with the big boss? That could be dangerous… or very interesting. So tell me about you, Clara. What did you do before this job?”

Dared not look at Stev's gaze which was sharp like a knife. While the woman beside the man looked in surprise at her lover. She did not think that hers lover still had someone he was afraid of. Her lover called the handsome man in front of him the title boss, even though her own lover was the highest leader in the company. The question now is. who is the real handsome man standing next to the girl he was belittling?