My Husbands Boss Novels & Stories

I will stay for a few more minutes and then I'll call Ethan or Start to come get me because this is no better that sitting at home with a warm coco watching runway shows and feeling bad for myself. "Is that who i think it is?" One of my coworkers yelled over the loud music while pointing at someone at the entrance. The other woman quite literally gasped as she looked at where her friend pointed and i couldn't help but follow their gaze to see what the fuss was all about. I turned around and realized my husband was the one causing all the fuss. My jaw dropped as i watch him exchanging a hand shake with my boss and start looking around the office. Karl stops his search when his eyes landed on

“What can I do for you sir?” “Where is your boss?” To his credit, he went silent. “He isn’t in right now.” “That wasn’t my question. Where the fuck is he and why was his wife passed out in the middle of the fucking road?” He swallowed deeply. “He’s out sir, with Margaret.” “Who?” “His late brother’s wife. He took her on a beautiful date in town” It took all my self-control to not chuck the phone across the room. “You mean to tell me the bastard is on a date while his wife is fighting for her life? Are you fucking kidding me? She could have died. He always picks her up from work, doesn’t he?”

His irritation was clear in the way his jaw tightened, the way his fingers drummed briefly against the table before he picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth. “Your husband, darling,” he started so coldly, “seems too greedy. He just took on the role of CFO, and now he wants to be a Director already?” His words were the truth I didn’t want to see. My eyes darted around the room, avoiding his gaze. He was right, of course. But I owed Nonso everything. This was the least I could do for him. “I assumed—” I began, but he cut me off sharply. “And what about you?” he snapped, his tone sharper now. “All I hear is your husband. Don’t you desire anything?”

“You know, if you threaten an acting CEO and he actually becomes a CEO later, he will make your life a living hell. What do you think is going to happen if my father got wind of this whole shit going on here? How about you go do your meetings? Whatever you want to show the board, show them now. And stop acting like, well, I don’t know.” The door opened with Dennis coming in as I scoffed. “Is this child’s play? What’s he doing here?” “He’s my husband. And as such, he’s also a part of the board.” Everybody started to gasp and mutter as Alex clapped his hands. “Silence, everybody. Like I said, he’s my husband. All right, all of you here have brought your partners at one time before and your par

Derek roared, all pretense of calm going up in smoke, his brawny muscles bulging as his massive frame shook with rage. "Your company?" I squeaked out in disbelief. Of course. My boss' boss was my husband. Why fucking not? Was it terribly materialistic of me to be in love with my husband's billions in that moment? I was in awe of him, watching him stand tall, taking charge, treating Caleb like a minor inconvenience. There was that stupid feeling of security again. Lately, I couldn't stop feeling safe in my husband's presence. The fear that he would turn on me in private melted away.

'' I said to her. ''Brother. It's not bad as you're thinking. You can ask him.'' She said to me pointing her husband who was busy in reading medical journal. ''What the hell are you doing??" She suddenly shout at him. In fear, the journal fall down from his hand. Poor guy I mentally thought and laughed at him. I asked him ''Are you sure, you're her boss??" Controlling my laugh. ''He is my boss inside the hospital premise. Once we crossed it then i became the boss. Right, husband??" My sister replied and asked her husband for confirmation.

Claus stood in front of me, he momentarily turned around to give me a glare. "I do not care." The male did not hindered to shackle my wrist in his palm whilst he pulled me beside his muscular form. A gasp left my mouth, as I immediately grabbed his bicep with other hand, resisting my fall. The man did not noticed or he purposely ignored my struggle as he dragged me with him. "Why are we here, Claus?" Eyes annoyed, grip tightening. The man did not answer my quivering question. I was getting paranoid the passing second, every voracious moment hindered me to think of worst. My husbands, as they called themselves, were unpredictable.

“To fucking take your anger on me, I’m your wife. I’m supposed to share and know your problems, to solve them with you and not you tossing me around like a basketball. I am” “And I am your boss, i am also your husband. You listen to me when im talking, we are only married on paper.”He cuts in, slammed his hand on the desk, as he stood to his feet. His touring figure casting a huge shadow that covered a part of his work office.

I called him timidly. He stopped. He turned to his side. He said nothing and only looked at me. I fidgeted my fingers. I don’t know if he would find this annoying. But the silence was killing me. “H-how is my husband?” I asked him cowardly. “The boss is his usual self.” He answered coolly. “Wh-what do you mean by that?” I asked eagerly. “He does the things he normally does. Have a late night drink, smokes cigarettes, probably have crisps for dinner and sleeps off.” He said.

“Shall we go right to the point, please? I'll take $500,000,000 to address the problems at your business. Either you pay or you don't.” Preston almost vomited blood. 500 million?? Yup! He has confirmed it, his wife is a thief! A criminal! The question is, why is he so proud of her? He thought closing the door behind him. Good thing he could easily escape when things go wrong. He came across the lady that brought them in and cleared his throat, “My boss needs coffee. Make it sweet and creamy.” Normally, most of the workers at Hayes Enterprise were all prideful people like their boss and hate it commanded by anyone that isn't their boss. So, it isn't surprising when the woman's lips are pursed