Romans & histoires My Fiance Is The Boss

I should be the only one he sleeps with. “That’s also what I have in mind, baby, but don’t worry, I am your fiancé now and you will just be my one and only woman in my life,” Rome said, then he turned to me and smiled, “Sounds sweet, isn’t it, Faye?” he asked me. I was speechless and couldn’t answer. The woman was also smiling and waiting for my response. “Just keep the ring I gave, babe,” Rome held the woman’s hand. “Anyway, I hired her as my secretary,” he pointed to me without looking at me. “So don’t be jealous because I don’t care about other girls now,” he emphasized while looking at me.

"But I caught him many times glancing at you." "Rica, stop it, please don't confuse yourself with it, okay? Look, he's with his fianceé. Will she agree to marry him if her fiance is looking at me?" she shook her head. "See? So stop observing your boss and enjoy yourself with your boyfriend's company." "Okay. It won't happen again." She smiles and takes a drink.

she explained. "But..."I refused. "I don't know what you heard but here is the fact. If you want to survive here, all you need to do is to stay away from the boss. You wouldn't want to get on the bad side of the boss's fiancee "she advised cutting me off. I scoffed. "His fiancee?"I asked dryly. "Yes, she's like a bat from hell.She's always here. she makes sure that anyone who even remotely looks at our boss some type of way goes straight out to unemployment" she exposed.

PERSY "It's him, isn't it?" I asked with a forced smile, trying so hard to rein in my anger, because what was I mad for? Aiden was neither my husband or even boyfriend… he was my boss, technically. He paid me to attend parties with him, work in his dad's company and get extra cash while at it, show up at zoom meetings, etc. Getting jealous about his affairs with other women was not part of my job description in any way.

“My fiancé is very private. But we are planning to marry soon.” I don’t know why I say it or why I keep saying more. I don’t know how my mouth forms the words or why my brain doesn’t stop me. All I know is that something inside me is screaming, Do something. Anything. She studies me carefully. “what's your fiancé’s name Paige?” My heart slams against my ribs. A face flashes in my mind and there is only one man I can think of, Cold gray eyes. A perfectly tailored suit. A man feared by boardrooms and tabloids alike, My boss.

I didn’t like that idea. “Are you one of his employees in the bar?” she asked. I shook my head. “No.” “Relative?” she asked again. I shook my head. “Employee in Manhattan?” she insisted. I turned to her. In a very controlled voice, I said, “No. I’m his… fiancée.” She was taken aback. Then she looked at me from head to feet, sort of measuring me. “Sorry. It’s just that the boss never brought any woman in this house. You were the first.”

Twenty-four hours ago, he'd called me into his office at 11 PM, loosened his tie in that way he does when he's either about to fire someone or propose something insane, and said, "I need you to follow Kerry." Just like that. As if he was asking me to book a restaurant reservation. "Sir, I'm your secretary, not a private investigat—" "Fifty thousand dollars." I'd blinked. "Excuse me?" "On top of your year-end bonus. If you can confirm whether she's..." His jaw had worked like he was chewing glass. "Whether she's faithful." Faithful. The word had hung between us like a noose. And here I am now, twenty-four hours later, watching my boss's fiancée stroke another man's hand like she's memorizing

also a smiling question by Jozel. "Probably she won't answer that," Terry too, one of the fat dancers. They were all tempting me to be the Ceo, which didn’t already know that our Ceo is my husband. I rolled my eyes. “That person is just making friends. So stop it, okay?” "That's where it all really starts," Gregie replied. "Oh, whatever." The party is still going on. There are lots more games. All are busy with star icons. And I, too, was also busy exchanging sweet text messages with Magnus.

Desire is always a close friend of true love… ****** Surprised with his assertion, Liza stared at him, “You can’t do this, Mike.” Liza implored. “Says who? I am the boss.” Mike mocked. “I know, but I need to do my job. That’s what you are paying me for.” Liza reminded him. “Not anymore.” Mike said. “Not anymore?” Liza asked. “At least it won’t be like that for long…paying you I mean. As my wife, my money is yours, so indirectly, you are also the boss.” Mike reminded her.