Novel & Cerita My Possessive Maniac Boss

Even though we weren’t at the office now, I felt like making our unofficial rule official. "We are going to be discreet about it like others," he said mischievously, and I arched an eyebrow. "What, you don't think the employees do office romance, despite the rule against it?" "If their boss is going to be like this, then you'd better remove that rule because you have no idea how many curses you have earned from your employees just for that. Plus, Mr. Storm, you are the possessive type. You would never be satisfied just behind the doors. You have a natural instinct to show the world that I'm yours."

He was just the manager, but we had never met the real owner and everyone just followed The Boss's orders. “As you may know, the owner has been approached by someone wanting to buy this club. The man will be visiting this evening, so I want things to run smoothly. You hear me?” The Boss ordered in his raspy New Jersey accent. There were echoes of “yes Boss” before we all went to our separate stations. “I saw The Boss chatting to the potential buyer yesterday,” Jessie told me as we checked our side of the bar. “The guy is fucking hot!” I giggled, tying my long black hair into a high ponytail. “You have pretty low standards when it comes to guys, Jess,” I teased.

“Not that I saw, and if he did, there will be a very long conversation about that. I know the stories about nannies and their hot bosses. I will beat her ass if she messes with my man.” She hissed. “Damn girl, you’ve turned violent.” “I’m possessive,” I said with a shrug. “Trust me. If you had a taste of his—well, you know what I mean. You would be very possessive as well. He’s mine.” I quickly texted him back, letting him know I would love to go on a real date. I put my phone down and suddenly got a horrible case of the what ifs. “What’s wrong?” Sadie asked. “You look like you want to vomit.”

Sleeping with your new boss is not the kind of thing that looks good on anyone's resume, not to mention the awkwardness it creates around the office. And two... I was pissed. I want you so badly, Aria. I need you" and now he didn't recognize me? What an asshole! With his ridiculous indoor sunglasses, his oh-so-cool cigarette, and his stupid black borderline-tuxedo. I hated him. Work was painfully slow that day. It seemed that the arrival of Logan Mendel. his name was Logan, just plain old Logan, not any of the aforementioned exotic names such as Blaze, Blade, Slade, or Jethro...

I stood staring at those who were shouting while occasionally chanting yells that contained blasphemies, demands, and insults at the way the Oswald Company’s management worked, which they considered being bad. “Madam, you shouldn’t have to see them in action. They refuse to forget and don’t want to know about the company’s situation. When the company was at its peak, they also enjoyed the bonuses and all the facilities provided by the company to every employee. But when the company is experiencing difficulties like this, they don’t understand and help management find the best solution. To me, they are just a bunch of selfish people,” Leo said. His voice sounded annoyed.

Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos. Few people have seen his face, few people know where he is, and few people know exactly what he does. I don't know what he does with all the money from the townspeople, since being so filthy rich I highly doubt he needs it. But hey, it's not like I'm going to ask. I've told you a thousand times that... "And I have

"That's our boss. He's been showing up for a few months now. And the man behind him has been managing the company with his two secretaries." Again, another woman chimed in, responding to her friend's comment. "So, he is our boss for real?" One woman nodded. "Oh my God, why does our boss hide himself? But is he even human? How can someone be so handsome?" "I agree, the boss must not be human. He's a god. Look at his face, oh my God. If I had to choose between ten men or our boss, I'd definitely pick Mr. Demitri."

I’m mean and twisted by the scars of my past. I don’t know how to be soft or romantic. My love is kind of possessive, fueled by a primal need to protect what I held dear and keep what is mine to myself. I am a jealous lover, I don’t know what I’ll do if I find out she is seeing another man. I thought of a way to keep her under my control and keep a close eye on her. Stalking her won’t always work, she could see me someday and call the cops on me.

"Why are you still here? Didn't I tell you to bring your boss over?" Diana pushed through the small crowd and walked up to the man. "I'm the boss. Speak your mind." The man glanced at Diana, who, despite her simple attire, was strikingly beautiful. He seemed taken aback for a moment, then chuckled. "You? You don't look old enough to be a boss. Trying to play businesswoman, huh?" The man turned his head, eyes falling on the Rolls-Royce. Oh, they've got money. Maybe some rich guy is buying this place for his girlfriend to play shop.

“Sorry sweetheart. You think way too highly of yourself. As your boss - ” “Rowan we both know you are not my boss.” I remind him. “I am literally one percent less potential owner than you are.” “So that makes me your boss. If I own more than you, Selene,” “Damn it, Rowan!” I slam my hands on his desk. Just then, the door opens and quickly rushes his assistant. A sweet lady, I think, named Mary, and she is too sweet to work for such an asshole. I’m also wondering why she rushed in. Does she think our usual argument is too intense?