My Bosses Pretend Lover Novels & Stories

My heart pounded so violently, I was sure he could feel it. The world narrowed to the taste of his lips, the roughness of his breath against my skin between kisses, and the way his hold on me seemed both possessive and desperate. What was I doing… this was my boss. I worked for this man. I promised myself never to let myself fall too deep. I was his fake girlfriend and nothing more. Once our deal was over, it was done and here I was, drawing uncomfortable lines in my own head. I pushed him gently as both of us stared at each other, breathless.

The office was silent except for the rhythmic ticking of the clock and the soft rustling of papers coming from the table. Ava Monroe stood in front of the massive mahogany door, her fingers gripping the file in her hand as she watched her boss. "You called for me, Mr. Blackwood?" Her voice held a hint of amusement, as if she could barely stop herself from bursting into laughter. This charade was funny — she pretending that she and her boss weren't lovers, or the fact that she'd spent the night in his place overnight — and had been fucked senseless by him.

"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?

Speculation bloomed instantly. “A first lady?” “A foreign representative?” “Royalty?” Andrew’s lips curved slightly. “None of that. This guest must be treated as the most important. Because our boss said, and I quote, ‘I am madly in love with her, so I want you to help me impress her.’” The room froze. The silence was understandable. I stylishly covered my face with my palm. This is embarrassing. “Fallen… in love?” someone echoed. “So Boss is a human after all,”

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?

I couldn’t help but cry harder, my eyes still blindfolded. I felt someone grip my shoulder. “Please. Let me go. I’m not going to do anything wrong,” I pleaded, even though I wasn’t sure who was before me. “Let her go,” commanded the one they referred to as the boss. I wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or even more scared, fearing it could be a trap. “But, sir, this woman looks like a spy. We saw her outside our building, peeking around,” one of them replied. Another one beside him said, “And she’s not even attractive, boss. Just leave her to us.”

I never thought that I'd reach this point where I had to accept my boss's offer to be his fake wife. Why would I decline it? I'm indebted to him and in exchange of my freedom I needed this arranged marriage. So here I am now in my boss/husband's room. To discuss the things that cannot be done during this arrangement. "You are not allowed to enter any relationship within the period of this marriage," he said seriously. My eyes widened. "As in even flings? Nothing?" He looked at me solemnly. "I am a very possessive man, Iris. I don't like sharing."