My Dear Boss Novels & Stories

I know that Sandy, but it still hurts, and I don’t know how long it will take me to get over it. Believe me, Maddison, you will be fine. Especially, if you’re under that sexy boss of yours. You know, what a good night, Sandy. I didn’t mean to disturb your sleep. Oh no, it is fine now that I got the juicy details about you and your boss doing the dirty in his office. Once again, goodnight, Sandy. Alright, good night, Maddison, have nice dreams about your boss. I’m hanging up now, bye. Bye.

Yes, Abram said, thank you for today and be home safely, then he turned to his friend, Georg, "What's up with you? It was a joke. I know she is your beloved." "What's up with me? I said nothing." "Exactly!" They stared at each other, assessing, and decided—the two smiled at the same time. Their smiles grew into grins before they both burst into a hearty laughter. They knew they were being silly. The Boss’ laughter subsided, "Anyway," The Boss said, "the opportunity you offered sounds serious and it will be a good career promotion for her—and you are not joking."

Wednesday came and it’s tennis day again with my dad. I pressed the 29th button of the elevator at my dad’s company building. I am still in disbelief that Ace, the guy I encountered in this elevator, was my dad’s boss. Also known as the CEO. I can’t stop thinking if Ace was here in the building as well. I mean, I just want my books back. That’s it. We made a deal that he will bring those back to me. I shook my head and adjusted my tennis bag as soon as I stepped out of the elevator.

“The Boss sent this for you.” I held out my hands, and he dropped a white, rectangular box into them. It was a top-of-the-line smartphone, the most expensive model being advertised. I stood there, completely stunned. “There must be a mistake… This…” “The Boss doesn’t make mistakes,” he said, turning his back and walking away, leaving me confused with the box in my hands. I hid it under my apron and hurried back to my room.

“That’s not how you talk to your boss.” I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. "Seriously Nate, I can't keep up with your mood swings. Two weeks ago, I thought we were doing just fine. We weren’t best buddies or anything but I thought we could have a normal boss-employee relationship while leaving the past behind. But after dinner at the restaurant, you did a whole 180° and started being a jerk to me all over again. Even today, you didn't even ask me if I had plans, just ordered me to get here straight or lose my job."

he says with humor in his voice but I am not in the mood for humor. "What am I going to do?"I mumble tapping my feet nervously against the floor. "Don't worry maybe he'll show pity on you for today,if you impress him with your works. He likes people dedicated to their work"he adds "You seem to know the boss very well. Wait are you Lilac's fiance. Oh goodness,I am so sorry for blabbing my problems to you"I say with widen eyes. "Wait what? I am not Lilac's fiance,she too young to be getting married anyway and I know the boss because we are friends"he shrugs

"Figured I could start my job immediately." He nodded pleased. "Mr Devereaux will be proud." I nodded but froze. Mr who? "I'm sorry, what did you say?" I asked but before he could reply. The door opened and we slowly turned back. "Good evening, Mr Devereaux," he greeted. The words died on my tongue. It was like someone pulled the plug of my brain. "You…" I muttered. Mr Devereaux… Jaxon Devereaux was my Boss.

She stands, coming closer to me, crossing her arms over her chest. I inhale deeply, deciding to say the words. So yeah, here goes nothing. "My boss wants me to be his mistress." "What?!"

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“The boss wants it on.” Scared at her outburst, I dropped my hands and hugged it around my chest. The boss? Who is the boss? And why does this boss want me here? “Who is your boss?” I asked the question that had been bugging my mind. “You don’t need to know,” Madam Q replied coldly. “The only thing you need to know at the moment is that you are the boss' new pet and you must learn how to please him unless…” her voice trailed off, leaving a deadly chill on my skin.