Novel & Cerita My Possessive Maniac Boss

"Your dull head simply can't signal to you when to stop. You will surely regret this incident." "I'm sorry," I apologized again, batting my lashes and hoping that my charm would work on him. This man obviously had the money to repair the damage but he was bent on making this day worse than it had already begun. He just wanted to prove a point that he was wealthy and didn't want to lose his stance. "Save the apologies for my boss. You will be one hell of a lucky person if he spares you," he said. Boss? Did I hear him correctly? A man like him, with a sharp tongue, talking about having a boss? My curiosity was piqued. Who could his boss be?

I had always loved a good bit of drama. When I heard that a wife had shown up outside our company to confront her husband's mistress, I immediately put the executive meeting on hold and rushed out in my high heels. A middle-aged woman was waving her phone around and screaming, "Where's Jeremy's mistress? Get out here!" Curious, I hurried over. "Ma'am, who are you looking for?" She glared at me. "A homewrecker! I'm looking for Penelope Smith from your company!" I was still trying to figure out who Penelope was when the woman suddenly grabbed my wrist. "Well, look at that! It's you! You're Penelope Smith, aren't you? You're just an intern, and you're already seducing my husband to secure

I sat on the edge of the mattress, picking at a loose thread on my oversized shirt. Mireille made it sound so effortless, twisting the entire miserable event around until I was the only villain in the room. I stared at the red end-call button on the screen. I wanted nothing more than to hang up, but the suffocating reality of the Whitmore debts kept my fingers frozen. The hypocrisy was sickening, but it was just another calculated move from a woman who knew exactly how to twist the knife. "I have two seminars to prepare for today, Mireille." I pressed my fingertips against my throbbing temple.

The screens were flashing in the bright morning light, displaying high-definition loops of Adrian smashing his fist into his corporate rival's face, his crisp white shirt sleeves stained with blood as he violently pulled my shivering frame against his chest in that red haze of protective rage. The trending hashtag was sprawled across every single headline in bold, flashing red letters: #TheMadlyPossessiveBoss. The elite commentators were having an absolute field day, labeling Adrian a completely unhinged executive who had broken a man’s jaw to protect a common basement servant. "She actually thinks she’s clever, using a low-class pregnancy scheme to manipulate the CEO into ruining his own li

But behind it there was a boss who did not command us both, but still had the biggest voice among all the faction members, but Denfy was already too old and wanted to pass on the post, and as Mauricio was the one indicated for his efficiency in his business, he would be next, but he needed to be married to assume his post as boss of the ANC. Maurício "I told her that I loved her, well, not in those words, but I told her that I liked her and I swore for all my life that I would protect her and that she would be mine until the end of my life." - I said, bringing the glass of whiskey to my mouth, feeling the liquid burn my throat and warm my soul. "I don't have the courage, but did you say it w

"I'm just helping someone achieve a dream here." "You'd better keep to your promise or else I'll cut off your balls and shove them down your throat." I said and he gave out a smooth laugh. "Have I told you you're bossy?" I smiled, biting my lower lip. "I know. It's just that I'm stuck working for an annoying ass of a boss. And that guy is a narcissist bastard," He raised an eyebrow. "You can tell him if you want. I certainly don't care." He laughed again. "How on Earth was Wesley able to tame a woman like you?"

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

I screamed. The boss is also delectable! This is completely ridiculous. Totally insane! Dazzling! And take note! The size, the fat, and the length! No wonder my boss has had many women he bedded for the past years. He is very greedy in the woman's flesh. 'It's good and not human flesh, but my boss is turning into a ghost.' I shout in my mind. but if you think the boss is really greedy for meat, it's just mussels. He was really blessed in this matter.

His strong arms and abs were touching my stomach. After sometime he stopped and threw me away. Ryan "This was your punishment for talking about my Mom like that." Zoya "How dare you?" Before i could complete someone knocked at the door. Hashim sir entered the room. Hashim "I guess you already have met your boss." I wasn't able to believe myself. How could he possibly be? Zoya "What? Are you serious? He is the boss. ?" Hashim "Yeah why?" He was silent and was smiling continuously

You answer to me, remember. She nodded and cleared her throat. "The Boss can be cocky, arrogant, controlling, manipulative, hotheaded, and attractive. What makes it worse is that he knows it. He has bloodlust. He stares at people with some undertone of rage, as though he wishes for them to mess up so he can put a bullet in them. However, the moment he looks at you or talks about you, it's gone; he is content. And that is quite far from the man most of us know, who always seems rather isolated. He trusts very few people, which includes his family. He’s searching for something." I stared at Alessia from under my full semi-permanent lashes, before grinning. Alessia was purely talented, no doubt