My Purrfect Boss Novels & Stories

She squealed like a baby and urged me to talk. I applied for a job at sterling wealth enterprises and I got it girl I’m literally the boss secretary bitch. I said laughing and smiling so hard. Girl I’m so happy for you honestly gosh we need to go for shopping bitch you’re not going to start your work dressing like that a mother of four. We’re talking about the boss here bitch like the actual fucking CEO of the sterling company. We’re going shopping now and I’m not taking no for an answer. I’ll order the ride go get ready bitch .

’ “BOSS! I GOT THE CRAZY OLD MAN!” The bald man was really annoyed and his vicious gaze landed on his subordinate. “Why did you bring him? Do you want me to do your job?” He huffed. “No, boss. I apologize.” The thug subordinate pushed the crazy old man in front of the bald man. This was his time to show off that he was fierce and deserved to be promoted. He stepped on the old man’s chest and loudly asked. “Do you know this lady?” The bald man took off the other pair of his shoes and hit the subordinate’s leg a few times. “What b-llsh-t are you doing? Get your legs off the old man!”

The caption read: "Where can you find such a considerate boss! I'd happily give my life to this job!" It was followed by a flood of envy and compliments from the entire group of colleagues. "I've never seen the big boss like this. Isn't he supposed to have extreme germaphobia? You can't tell at all!" "Oh my god, a man out of a bespoke suit is so sexy! You can feel the testosterone through the screen. Deadly. I'm officially a fan." "Dream on. The future Mrs. Boss posted that. We're just here to clock in and clock out."

“The boss wants it on.” Scared at her outburst, I dropped my hands and hugged it around my chest. The boss? Who is the boss? And why does this boss want me here? “Who is your boss?” I asked the question that had been bugging my mind. “You don’t need to know,” Madam Q replied coldly. “The only thing you need to know at the moment is that you are the boss' new pet and you must learn how to please him unless…” her voice trailed off, leaving a deadly chill on my skin.

He turned around and told Bob, “Let them leave. It’s useless to fuss over a matter regarding bottom-level workers.” Bob nodded and looked at them in a ghastly manner. “Mr. Yarde is showing mercy. Why haven’t you expressed your gratitude to him? Are you asking for a beating?” The burly men hastily bowed and expressed their gratitude. Kayson was rendered speechless and waved his hand to dismiss them. Devon’s head was covered in a dense sweat sheen. He was aware of Bob’s actions by now. Bob was the boss of Skyspring’s underworld… How could anyone not feel fearful at the mention of his name?

“He even gave me this today. Said it would protect me.” Lydia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pendant. “That’s beautiful! And thoughtful. Most bosses don’t give gifts like that. Are you two…?” “No!” I said quickly, waving my hands. “Nothing like that. He just said he wants to be friends. Even though he’s my boss.” Lydia grinned and took a bite of her salad. “Friends with the big boss? That could be dangerous… or very interesting. So tell me about you, Clara. What did you do before this job?”

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.

“But as it stands right now, that rule exists for a very, very good reason.” “It does,” he agreed. “Which is how I first realized you were special to me. Of everyone I’ve ever employed, you’re the only one that ever made me want to break it.” She smiled a little, even as her cheeks went red. “Or you could stay at Alexander Limited, Trixie. Either way, I won’t be your boss anymore if I sell.” Trixie almost dropped her drink. “Nice catch,” he teased. “Thanks. Wasting good whiskey by spilling it would be a shame. Now. Can you please tell me what the hell you’re talking about?”

WHAT IS HAPPENING. WHY IS MY BOSS A JEALOUS K-DRAMA GREMLIN. I flop face-first on the bed. Muffled screaming. Then— A soft knock. “Hailey,” his voice comes through the door. I freeze. “I forgot to tell you something.” “What?” I shout. There’s a pause. Then— In the softest, lowest, most illegal tone he has EVER used: “You looked beautiful today.” My. Brain. Explodes. I sit up so fast I get whiplash.

When I saw the name on the screen, I felt my world turn upside down. How was it possible? There were more than one hundred employees. How did I get picked twice in a row? Seeing my name highlighted in red sent a chill straight down my spine. Vincent grinned. “Chloe, you’re unexpectedly lucky! It looks like this is going to be your lucky year! “Our company will rely on you this year!” The boss immediately took a pile of cash and put it in my hands.