روايات وقصص ضمن My Possessive Maniac Boss

How dare he treat me like I'm his property? "You're doing that thing again." He said. "What thing?" I asked. "The thing where you try to tell yourself to hate me because you think I don't own you." "It's because you don't." He laughed at that. No humor in his voice though. I did hate him. "Really? So you hate me?" "No, I'm indifferent about you. And I have pressing matters I need to deal with. I'm the leader of my Pack. I don't have the luxury to sit around and fuck random people all day."

} {My monster father showed up at the mansion and the crazy bitch from last night turned out to be the girl who applied for the secretary position} {Holy shit!! Tell me you didn't chase her out} {I did!} {Fuck! You fucked up big time bro} {What?} {C'mon Cardo, this is your opportunity to see her pant, just act nice to her and then bling bling you're in} {What? you want me to act nice for some cheap girl?} {C'mon Cardo get over your cockiness, get her back to the company and try to play the cool head and when she finally falls for you can continue with your disgusting nonchalant attitude}

And again, he punches the tied man. “That’s enough, Jaguar.” The man in the coat stopped punching and turned to the man who spoke. “But boss—” “I’ll handle him, Jaguar.” The man spoke in a cold and dangerous voice. The man in the coat named Jaguar immediately backed down upon hearing what the man he called Boss said. The man Jaguar called Boss then stood up from the plastic chair he was sitting in and left the dark part of their building. And the moment the Boss came into the light, the man in question immediately froze, and fear filled his face.

I stood up from my chair, "What the fuck?" He sighed, "Calm down, Sunshine. Listen to me first." I took my seat and narrowed my eyes at him, "You have five minutes to explain." "Mob bosses are known to be possessive over their wives. They don't shy away from showing their love for them. We need to carry on this act. I need to touch you or kiss you in front of others and even in private so that no one ever gets suspicious over our acting." I gave him a blank face before opening my mouth,

Didn’t she get what she already wanted? Man B snorted. “Lucky for you, the boss let this slide.” “Marcus Katrakis. That greedy piece of shit,” Man C remarked spitefully. “They were part of his family.” “Tsk. For people like them, money is above everything,” Man A stated. What the fuck?

I stop him, and he scares me that he will kill me with his eyes. "Good Guy?" He laughs sarcastically, “He shouldn't have messed with you.” I frown, what did he mean to tell me? "Explain yourself." I order him furiously, glaring at him with my eyes. Now it turns out that my boss decides who should and should not mess with me. Unusual. I know he's jealous, but he shouldn't be this possessive if I have nothing to do with him, I'm not his property, I thought I made that clear to him.

The sound of the glass breaking made Dario dash inside. "Boss…." He uttered but the scenario in front of him startled him completely. His boss had wrecked that cabin of his in every possible way. His knuckles were bleeding. His jaw was clenched. His breathing was laboured. Dario had never seen his always calm and composed looking boss so out of control. He seemed lethally outrageous at this moment. Ready to destroy everything and every human which would dare to come in front of him. But what exactly had happened which had triggered him this bad? Then Dario remembered the only person who held the power of making him lose his control on his own was Aniya Meier. That woman had started possessin

The Boss’s grip on his coffee tightened. Below, Jaylen approached Rico with a rag slung over his shoulder. They spoke quietly, too quiet for the Boss to hear, but he didn’t need to. He saw the easy way Rico’s mouth curved at whatever joke Jaylen made. Saw Jaylen’s hand brush Rico’s shoulder as they worked side by side. Something hot flared in his chest. Not lust and not exactly. "Possession!" His eyes tracked every movement, every laugh, every flicker of Rico’s eyes towards anyone else. It was irrational — he knew that. The boys belonged to him, the shop belonged to him and everything here belonged to him.

I heaved a deep breath, “getting involved with the Mancini's will do you no good. Do the work I asked of you and keep your life.” I walked away. Teddy Mancini has been wild these days, from keeping the company's money to himself and now, trying to get Adrian killed knowing what would happen if Adrian dies in our care. Perhaps, he did that because he knew better what would happen. Foolish! “Where is he?” I asked Gregory and he was frozen for a moment. “Boss, he is here in the club.” “Let's go over.” The music was loud, and the half naked women latched to his body were almost twenty.

The notion of taking her woman card, the luscious juice between her thighs, her lusty breathing, her seductive cry, and the purity of that moment made everything about it ideal. Fucking more of her was what I desired. I desired something good, was that bad? Was it her being out of my reach that caused it? Either way Rena was perfect. I began to realize that I was becoming increasingly possessive of her and that I might even be obsessed with her. I had not felt this way in a very long time. She was unique, no doubt about it. Rena was exceptional in her own right and not just because she was royalty. Walking over to me she starts pulling my at my shorts. Gripping at her hand I immediately push