My Husbands Boss Novels & Stories

With a sympathetic balance, she responded, "That’s our boss’s ex–husband. A billionaire, as you can see." At that point, it seemed like a time bomb went off inside of me, shattering my entire being.

Pointing at Damian, she said mockingly, "Eric, this man here is the husband of our wonderful CEO, Ms. Spencer. Hurry up and complete his onboarding procedure. "And make sure you do a good job, or else Ms. Spencer might fire you." Eric was stupefied. Wasn't Christine still single? Where did this so-called husband come from? Either way, he didn't dare dawdle. After flashing a polite smile at Damian, he quietly asked Chelsea, "What position will he be taking up, Ms. Johnston?" "Oh, but of course, how can Ms. Spencer's husband be given any old position? Arrange for him to join the security team as a security guard." Chelsea couldn't resist bursting into laughter as she spoke, her expression drip

my husband added with a smirk. “Four,” said one of the maids. “Traitors, all of you.” “You love us,” I sang. He rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself. “Yeah… unfortunately.” I leaned forward, resting my chin on my palm. “So, tell me, what’s next for the new company boss and my overworked son?” “Probably a long day of cleaning up financial messes,” Micah said. “And a board that’ll test me every second.” “You’ll handle it,” my husband said firmly. “You’ve already proven you can.”

It's been a very long day today, I busied myself with work and avoided entering Mr Voss's office till I closed up. But for how long can I avoid him? How long can I pretend that there's nothing more between us? And even if I don't, even if I enter an affair with my Boss, it was plenty of shades of wrong. First, I'm married and no matter how terrible my marriage is, cheating isn't something I'd do. I don't even know what came over me to let things get to this extent. Secondly, He's my freaking boss. Not just any guy. My boss was the CEO of SilverThorn Luxury Group. Anywhere he goes, there's always the flash of cameras, awed whispers, and dreamy sighs around

Denver then smiled, wickedly. “I am not fond of having sex on a chair. It makes me uncomfortable and my hips hurt as well.” He had that masculine, brute smile again. “Well, at least I now know.” “I thought it’s not included in my job requirements.” “Since when a wife doesn’t fucked her husband.” “But this is a job—” “Exactly. In fact, you should do better since it’s your job as a hired wife.” Their eyes met. ‘Shit!’ Wisdom cursed in her own mind.

Startled by the unexpected appeared, she shot me an eagle eye, concealed the mouthpiece of her phone, and whispering, sternly, “It's my f*ck*n' boss.” Her boss owned a furniture company in the City, and entrusted my wife with the Company's advertising department. He was a rude, compelling and forever complaining man as far as work was concerned. With his notoriously, I knew my wife wouldn't have a chance to speak with me. It wasn't even hard for the off she had requested to take me out to be cancelled. Instead of stepping back, touched her shoulders, raked her hair and stirred my d*ck into a hard–rock pipe. My horny c*ck longed to be satisfied more than keeping her privacy.

I know I am probably making a fool of myself but despite everything he has done to me I still love him. His eyes seared into mine with so much hate that I involuntarily took a step back. “You should have thought about that before you had sex with my boss, you shameless slut.” " What? I.. I…your…bo..ss?" I stammered as a wave of horror crashed on me. “Yes my Boss, the man you whored your body that night of the event is my boss, you thought I didn't know?. Now sign the damn divorce papers before I do something I will definitely not regret.” He threatened

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but Sir Gabriel talks about you a lot. Actually, other employees here always says how sweet he is as your husband, and I understand him now, look how beautiful you are, ma'am!" Celina’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around her purse strap. “Excuse me?” she said, voice barely above a whisper. Marissa blinked, surprised by the reaction but quickly recovered. “You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!"

Asher’s deep voice purred through the line. I closed my eyes, fighting irritation. “Boss, how many times must I tell you? We are not married. Please stop calling me ‘wife.’” “We’ll have proof next week.” “You’re really determined, aren’t you?” “Because it’s the truth. Just accept it. Shall I call the mayor?” “The mayor? What does he have to do with this?” “He officiated the ceremony.” My breath hitched. “Excuse me?” So that’s what I’d stumbled into. “Boss, I need to get back to work. Goodbye.” I hung up and gripped the railing. What have I gotten myself into?

She grabbed the pen holder on her desk and raised it like she was about to throw it at me. I reacted fast and caught her wrist midair. "Irene, don't be like that. What happened last night wasn't just on me, but you can't starve yourself over it." I softened my voice on purpose, my other hand brushing lightly over the back of hers. She jerked like she had been shocked, trying to pull away, but I held on tight. "Let go! Do you even realize what you're doing? I'm your boss's wife. What we're doing isn't right!" She kept her voice low, terrified someone outside might hear.