My Purrfect Boss Novels & Stories

It’s all starting to feel overwhelmingly hopeless, until— The Boss steps in. Alexander Mancini. XXX

The worst thing is that he is incredibly beautiful. Dereck is the name of my boss, who I would name all the children of Satan. Well, I'm sitting at my desk, along with my colleagues who spend the whole day teasing each other, or talking bad about my boss before he arrives and the company is in order. The company is multinational, one of the most famous publishers in the USA and known internationally. Yes, I'm talking, but I'm looking at the clock, because I know that in five minutes I'll have to buy Your Excellency a coffee.

Judy kept glancing at Emma from time to time who was flinching from the pain with every move she made, the skin under her coat was proof of how obsessed her boss is with this woman. She can’t believe that Emma was able to please her emotionless boss, but when she heard her boss’s groans from the inside which were too louder for her to hear, she knew that whatever her thoughts were for her were extremely correct. This woman indeed was special to her boss. And only she was the one who could push her boss to the extreme level to get his pleasure. “I told you before, Boss has something for you… You’re the only one, you know.” Judy looked at her meaningfully and Emma shrugged feeling uneasy.

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.

Ariana remained silent but couldn't help but smile in response to their kind words. Amid the conversation, another staff member interjected, his voice carrying across the room. "Honestly, I'm not surprised our boss managed to find such a stunning woman. After all, he has incredibly high standards for everything," he remarked, a touch of amusement lacing his words. Mateo, the boss in question, grinned in agreement, nodding his head approvingly. "Indeed, I do have high standards," he replied, his voice tinged with pride.

“That was the best fucking portfolio my people had ever put together.” Wringing my hands, I looked around the office as if hoping at least one of the prints we’d assembled yesterday would suddenly appear from thin air. “You know who’s behind this, don’t you?” he raged, pacing the floor like a captured wolf, ready to tear out the throat of the first person who opened the door to his cage. “My vindictive bitch of a mother, that’s who. Well, this is crossing the line. Chasing away all my women was one thing, but this shit ain’t cool. She not only messed with my work, but my employees’ work. No one gets away with fucking over my people. Those were original, one-of-a-kind designs, and they put a

His thoughts were cut short when the radio presenter talked about the warehouse of a popular fashion company that got burnt by an unknown cause. Unknown cause?? His secretary turned off the radio. There was nothing Dami could do,the warehouse was gone. Tiana saw the pain in his eyes,she was hurt too,she wished she could help him. "Is any of the Saturday's owambe materials at the warehouse" Dami presided. "No,none of it is there. It's all here. But Boss..." Dami looked up meeting Tiana's eyes. She clearly understood the look, Dami didn't want to be called Boss anymore.

"Hey, stop it! I'm going to mini market for a moment, you can wait here!" "Wa ... wait a minute, Boss! ehm ... how about if I come? I can help carry your things!" "No, that's not necessary!" he said, trying to avoid physical contact with me. "It's okay, Boss! I'll ..." "No! and stop calling me boss. Do you understand?" he said holding back annoyed. "Ok, Boss!" "Agh...!" ***

Someone who could possibly have a dangerous weapon on him and might end up doing horrible things to me? Knowing that I was only procrastinating from the worst, I opened my eyes to the shocking realization that it wasn't a burglar, but my boss, Nathan Synclair, sitting on a chair by the bed and taking on his phone. Correction, yelling on his phone. Even in a wrinkled blue shirt and grey tailored pants; disheveled short black hair and electric blue eyes, he had the power to wreck havoc to my senses, and even in my sleep induced jumbled state of mind, I was glad to see him by my side. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t making much sense right now, otherwise, why on earth would I be glad to see my bully-b

"Okay, good. Because I looked up Sanders Tower on I*******m, that lobby alone looks more expensive than my entire life. Are you a big corporate girl now? Do you have your own desk? Please tell me you have a window view.” "I have a cubicle," I corrected, a small smile finally pulling at the corner of my lips. "And plenty of work to keep me there.” "Ugh, boring. Bounce past the work. Let’s talk about the actual perks of the job.” I could hear the grin in her voice. "The boss, Kaelen Sanders. Tell me the truth, is he actually as ridiculously hot in person as he is on the news? Because if a man looked at me with those jawline-and-suit vibes every morning, I’d forget how to type.”