My Bosses Pretend Lover Novels & Stories

"You know what, Alice? I do think you're making this up. Not only that, but you're trying to make a fool out of me. You're telling me you saved your lover's phone number under my name? Just in case I caught you?" "What lover!?" I asked hysterically. "There's no lover, Benjamin! I swear to God! What you saw up there was a cruel misunderstanding. I don't have an affair with my boss!" His eyes lit up, and he stepped even closer to me. I saw hatred in his warm brown eyes. I'd never seen him look at me this way before. "Oh, you mean the same boss you're always shit-talking? That one?" I didn't know what to reply to that, so I grabbed his arm and said, "Please, baby. I need you to believe me. I—"

There was no other choice but to pretend she didn't know who the girl they were talking about, even though in reality it was herself "How did you know about that? ”Put on a confused face. "This morning our boss looks so different and we've never found it before. I concluded that most likely our boss is dating." Listening to Adam's explanation makes Baby even more confused. "What do you mean our boss looks different today? Why you can conclude that our boss has a girlfriend?" Adam enthusiastically answered questions from Baby. "This morning his face was so radiant that he even hummed. Usually this is done when a man falls in love or has a girlfriend. And I don't know why my heart feels sure

"Do I look like I have a say in this? Jesus, we had a deal, remember?" "Come on, this is not my idea," he lied. "Chase, we are not doing anything aside from sleeping; that's very clear in our contract. I am your employee and you are my boss. That's it; nothing fancy is going to happen here." "I know! But there is no harm in making them think that we were in love." "Oh God! You are seriously out of your mind."

"You're dating someone? I should've been the first person you told." She frowned. "As much as I think we're good Sir—" "I've told you not to call me that," I chipped in. "—okay—I don't think it's professional of me to call my boss at anytime to talk about my love life." I feigned hurt, placing a hand on my chest. "But you know everything about my fake one. It's unfair." "Fake one being the key word," she laughed. "Speaking of, what's up with the wedding?"

I tried to justify. “Yes and he jumped up at the chance. That is a date.” “No it’s not. It’s just a meeting with a friend.” “So now your boss is your friend?” “Well, sort of.” I murmured. “See! Now friend, tomorrow boyfriend, then husband and then father of your kids.” “Are you drunk Zivah?” I shouted, wanting to strangle her bare hands. She smirked, “Babe I am always drunk. In sarcasm.” “Just shut up.” I groaned, she usually didn’t tease me that much, but now with Arvo here, she was over acting. That wannabe! “At least my boss didn’t almost kiss me.” I lied, glad I hadn’t told Zivah about it yet.

I sighed "Something tells me that would get her closer to the other guys in the company because she gets to have interesting conversations with them while she calls me 'Mr Storm' and have a boring conversation with me" Mildred rested her elbow on the table "And what's wrong with that?" "Nothing!" I replied sarcastically "Absolutely nothing" She chuckled "And you said you aren't jealous?" I scoffed "I am not! I. am. not jealous" I spelt out. She looked really amused. "Really?" "Yes! Really" I sighed "I was just trying to be a good boss here by looking out for her and besides she is gonna be acting as my fake girlfriend soon, the guys have gotta stop flirting with her"

“I can change my mind whenever I want. I’m the boss here! So shut up or I will rip your mouth???” “You’re a creep!!!!!!” The girl’s pent up anger and frustration just thundered. Red-faced, he glared at her. “What did you say?????” But the girl didn’t flinch. Instead, she gave her boss an insulting smirk. “You know what? If only I could slap your face, I would have long done it. You always get on my nerves. To tell you the truth, I never liked working with you. I just had to put up with you because I needed the job. Now that you fired me, I don’t care anymore. I’m not that desperate to beg you. Thanks anyway, I will no longer see a psycho like you.”

“Kaden, didn’t you say you wanted to go home after the new year to get married? I can’t let a great employee like you leave. I’m counting on you to manage one of my branches someday. By then, you’ll laugh at the idea of just 10% shares! “Alright, back to work, everyone. Kaden has a bright future ahead. If I had a son-in-law like him, I’d be smiling in my sleep. You all should learn from him.” It was obvious to everyone that Jennifer was making empty promises, and we all treated it as a joke. After she left, we joked that Kaden was the future boss. Behind his back, we did not use his name anymore, just “little boss”. Kaden turned bright red but went along with it, almost like he really believ

“Don’t mock my job. I love working, I get to see my boss, I have great coworkers, and for once, I feel like I’m doing something that’s mine. Plus, none of my actual clothes are suitable for my position at work.” “Nonsense,” her mother replied airily, steering her towards the crowd. “You’ll grow out of this rebellious phase soon enough. Then you’ll come home and take over your father’s business, just as you should. For now, we have guests to greet.” They went about greeting business partners and extended family. Kiera noticed the same pattern, they all had the same thing in common —same fake laughs, and the same empty pleasantries. “Oh, Keira! Look at you—all grown up!” one of her father’s co

The only reason she was pretending to ask for the girl's advice was to hear those words aloud. "Also, remember, you love hot bosses. I mean what girl doesn't?" "I don't care about a man's outward appearance-" "'At least, the manager is eye candy.' Remember that pervert comment from when you got that supermarket job? Don't pretend to forget. Not that you did anything about 'that one' till you're about to quit now." Sol could feel her friend rolling her eyes at that last remark. How in the hell was she supposed to do something about Mr. Gonza, her boss?