My Millionaire Boss Novels & Stories

I shrugged. “I don’t?” Archer raised an eyebrow at me. “You’re my boss. A billionaire who has a lot of girls throwing themselves at you. I just ran into one of them getting her dreams converted into reality.” I remarked. I wasn’t supposed to be affected. And I knew that it did make me feel a bit disappointed to see that Archer was no different from all the other rich brats I’ve seen but I couldn’t voice such opinions out in the open when I knew that he was the mafia boss.

A high-pitched shriek echoed through the phone as Lyra exclaimed, "What?!" I removed the phone from my ear to drown out her shrieking voice from deafening me. "Imagine, stumbling upon this gorgeous estate that's straight out of a storybook, got assigned this absolutely beautiful room - it's like a dream. But wait, here comes the real kicker - the person I'm taking care of is none other than Mr. Lockwood, a freaking handsome billionaire!" Upon doing some further research Adrian Lockwood was a self-made Billionaire Bachelor worth a hundred billion dollar who had managed to create a whole hotel chain by himself. It was astonishing that I had managed to gotten this job! Turns out the Lockwood em

“So… how was your first day?” I hesitated. Where was I even supposed to start? “The job is fine,” I said. “And?” “And nothing.” “Ava.” I closed my eyes. “He’s my boss.” Silence. Then— “No.” “Yes.” “Ethan Blackwood is your boss?” “Yes.” Another pause. Longer this time. Then— “You’re joking.” “I wish I was.” Lila let out a slow breath. “Okay… okay, wait. So the same man you rejected is now the one signing your salary?”

Dube stepped out, already opening the back door for me. “My employer would like to meet you,” he said. I swallowed hard. “…Who is he?” For a brief moment, he hesitated. Then— “Neil Morrison.” The name hit like a shockwave because I knew it. Everyone did. He was a billionaire, an industrial giant. A man whose name carried power in every room it was spoken in. My heart started racing. “That’s not possible,” I said under my breath. Mr. Dube met my gaze steadily. “It is.”

“You know, I heard the biggest news today.” Despite myself, a sweet smile broke across my face, trying my best to look and sound intrigued. “What’s that?” “Millicent and the big boss are an item.” “The big boss?” As far as I was concerned, there were a ton of big bosses in this behemoth. Could he be more specific? I arched an eyebrow, a crease forming on my forehead. I gazed at him, urging him to let the big news out already. “Mr McCullen.”

"Why upgrade me? Why follow me onto this flight?" "Because I need someone who can't go back." He turned to the window. The clouds were thick, gray, endless. "The Henderson account. Land acquisition upstate. The owner won't sell to me—old family dispute. But he'll sell to a young couple. A love story." "A love story." "Performance." He looked back. The blue eyes were colder now, if that was possible. "Six months. Public appearances, social functions, the appearance of stability. In exchange: Director-level salary, corporate housing, references that open doors when we're done."

It’s a bit of an adventure. He stood up slowly. I felt the thick head of his mature cock rub against my soaked entrance, teasing. He slid it up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices and the mess he’d just cleaned. “Please…” I whispered brokenly. My boss chuckled softly. “I am going to fuck the hell of you today. You’ll definitely work for every penny of the payment you received.” He pushed into me much faster in a single forceful thrust than any of the men ever had.

I whispered because he was now definitely scaring me. “I do not fuck anyone who’s got my signature on their paycheck, “ he stated clearly and I was thinking of what to say and how to say it so I don’t lose my job. I couldn’t believe I thought he was beautiful. Perfect. The man I’d been looking for. Boy was I wrong. Very, very wrong. He wasn't. He was a billionaire, the CEO of this company and he was downright frightening. With effort, I pulled myself together. Then I told him, “Okay, it's solved. A mistake. We forget it happened and since it's never going to happen again, we move on and you don't have to break your no sleeping with employees policy.”

“Boss, why did you bring them here? We were supposed to kill them in an encounter. Don’t you think that we will be in trouble if the old man finds out that we defied his orders?” The person who had been addressed as the boss sneered, “With your shallow thinking, you will never make it in life. Do you know how much wealth this man has? If we manage to ask for ransom, we will never have to beg again our entire lives.” “What do you mean? Do you know who he is?” “Yes. He is a very famous businessman, but you won’t know him because you have never been anywhere else apart from this Island. If we pull this off, we will be filthy rich; we can even become billionaires.”

He even shook his head when he saw his childhood photo lined up on the table. “This is wonderful! It's like a dream to be a billionaire! Now no one will insult me ​​anymore!” William muttered in his heart and he was still not satisfied to go through every corner of the room because the room was too spacious and complete. Meanwhile, Audrey and Mrs. Hans are still in the disappointment of being left by the gardener who has served for many years and William, who has always been her maid during her husband's time. “Audrey, I would rather not let this golden opportunity go away! We have to enlarge our company by approaching William! Do you know Mr. Joyce's house? Bless. Mrs. Hans said excitedly.