One Night Stand With My Boss Novels & Stories

It’s just that I’d never have put the two of them together. She’s also flat-chested, and he does like a big pair of boobs. But they both insist it was a one-night stand, and I think maybe alcohol was involved, and when you’re a nineteen-year-old guy who’s desperate for sex, I suppose you don’t always need to discuss the national economy to get it on with a girl. “You look nice,” she says. “I don’t see you in a dress very often.”

My hand landed on his hard chest. Is this man the one for whom I have a one-night stand? My heart is like beating by a drummer. It's loud, complex, and beating like I'm in a concert. His hand on my waist gives me butterflies in my stomach. "Do you want to turn our one-night into a two-night stand?" His hand wanders my butt. "Hey!" I quickly stood up after falling on him. "Why did you do that?" I walked away from him and returned to my seat.

"But I'm being asked to learn how to use a gun. What will a personal assistant need a gun for?" "I'll take that as a NO." He collected the document from her and added, "there's someone else in line. You may take your leave." Octavia stood at once, her eyes on that particular frame on the wall. It seems that man on the wall is really the man she has a one night stand with years ago. But what is his picture doing here? She knew he was the CEO of Corp cooperation, the tech company her ex husband work for six years ago. Does the man work here now?

"That makes both of us I don't have sex with the same woman twice and you won't be the first. Don't worry about how awkward you feel afterwards when you're around me I won't even act like you exist." "I'll never have sex with you, Desmond. Was that the reason you got me promoted? All these to win your stupid, little challenge? It's never going to work so get out of my way!" I like the idea, have sex and act like it never happened, I'm at expert at that but not with my boss, my best friends ex. I could never have a one night stand with someone I would end up seeing everyday, someone who just wants to bed me and satisfy his ego." I push him off and head for the door.

Jen teased her, making us laugh as Charlotte blushed in anger. We went straight to my room, and Jen hit me playfully. “D*mn! The boss is the one you had a one-night stand with!” she exclaimed. “Shut up, someone might hear you. I don’t want to remember that—it didn’t mean anything, and it’s embarrassing,” I said. “What if he remembers?” Jen asked. “He won’t. I’m sure he doesn’t remember me,” I said, though worried. “Are you sure he doesn’t remember, or is he just pretending?” Jen pressed.

“Did I do something wrong?” I looked up at him then, meeting his eyes for a brief moment before looking away again. “We had a one-night stand, Roman,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I didn’t know anything about you, and the next thing I found out is that you’re my boss. How do you expect me to react?” He exhaled slowly, leaning back in his chair. “You could have told me, Lauren. I would have listened. I’m not like those guys who would’ve pushed you away or accused you of trying to trap them. I would have taken responsibility for it.”

My eyes burned, my throat felt raw, but there was nothing left to give. I just wanted to go home. Sleep, forget. I drove back in silence and walked into my apartment. Kate was on the couch watching TV. She jumped up when she saw me. "Lena? What’s wrong?" she asked, worried. I sat down and sighed. "My one-night stand... he's the boss." Kate’s eyes went wide. "What?! Are you serious?" I nodded. "He saw me and told me to leave. He embarrassed me. I didn’t get the job."

Annie’s eyes softened. And for a moment… Neither of us spoke. “I don’t even know when it happened,” I said quietly. She tilted her head slightly. “What?” she asked. I looked down at my hands. “That night,” I said. “It was just supposed to be a mistake.” A one-night escape. Something meaningless. Something I could forget. “But somewhere along the way…” I paused, my chest tightening. “It stopped being that.” My voice softened even more. “I don’t know when my one-night stand turned into something real,” I admitted.

Her new boss was her one-night stand. She stood in a spot, eyes bulging out of their sockets. She couldn't believe her eyes. "Are you an employee of this company?" The one-night stand asked her. "Yes." She managed a reply. "I already know those who are going to be laid off. Can you tell us why you are late?" He raised a brow. She was more than shocked. Of course, he knew why. He made her late. But she couldn't say that. She wanted her dignity intact. She didn't want rumors to go around that she slept with the boss to secure her job.

Almost immediately, a male voice telling her to come in followed and she stepped into the office. The man who was her supposed boss stood in the office, staring out the window with his back turned to her. "Good morning sir" She greeted, slightly nervous. She hoped firing her wouldn't be the first thing her new boss would do. The man slowly turned to face her and as he met her gaze, her heart dropped to her knees. It was him, her one-night stand. Her heart began pounding hard against her chest and it took all her willpower not to run out of the office.