Possessive Of Boss Novels & Stories

“Well, if you loved someone with all your soul… wouldn’t you want them to be yours too?” “I guess…” “That’s what’s happening. You don’t want marriage or anything that binds you, so the only thing he hopes for is to hear from you that you belong to him. The boss is possessive, traumatized by a childhood where everything was taken from him. He could easily lock you away, and you'd never escape—but he doesn’t want that. He wants you to choose him.” “But I’m not an object.” “Miss, after everything you’ve seen and shared, do you really think he sees you as an object?”

, one of the men said. Steve felt even more angry! Who the hell was this fucking boss and why would he make his men block a path in a building he didn't own? The company that owned the building belonged to him! It was one of the small companies he had invested in. So, what were these men saying!? "Your boss? Who's your boss!" He said, getting angry. He couldn't take the humiliation anymore. Who was this man that was trying to humiliate him in his own building?

"So that was the entire objective? Get all what he owns. Nothing more?" "Darling Tracy. Learn to look at the picture, think outside the box, don't focus only on you. I don't have a care in the fucking world for those buildings or asset, we all answer to a higher authority, maybe the Almighty or whatever Christian shit, but they have the interest, not me. I'm just the messenger delivering their words." "So you're not even the boss?" I attacked. "Make no mistake, I'm the boss. I do what I like."

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa

“That’s not how you talk to your boss.” I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. "Seriously Nate, I can't keep up with your mood swings. Two weeks ago, I thought we were doing just fine. We weren’t best buddies or anything but I thought we could have a normal boss-employee relationship while leaving the past behind. But after dinner at the restaurant, you did a whole 180° and started being a jerk to me all over again. Even today, you didn't even ask me if I had plans, just ordered me to get here straight or lose my job."

“You even gave him a nickname. How sweet.” He closed the distance, his eyes burning. “I warned you, Sienna. What part of ‘you are mine’ don’t you understand? Is it when every man near you ends up dead that you’ll finally believe me?” “Nic, don’t—” “Sienna, I own you.” His hand closed around my throat—not choking, just firm, possessive. His breath ghosted my lips. “Every single part of you. Yes, I’m possessive. And yes, I’ll kill any man who tries to take you away. You’re mine, Sienna. Just mine.”

"Believe me, I mean it when say that I'll make your company go bankrupt and kill your boss." Phoebe's mouth twitched a few times before she said, "Do you have any idea on how powerful the people behind our company are? Even senior generals would have to be polite to our boss! Who do you think you are?"

“I trust you’ll find it… comfortable.” I fought against the rogues as they pushed me forward, fear clawing at my insides. “I won’t stay here! You can’t keep me!” The Boss moved closer, his eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam. “Oh, but you will. I intend to make you understand just how powerless you truly are. You may think you’re strong, but I have ways of breaking even the fiercest spirit.” I glared at him, refusing to show my fear. “You’re a monster. You’ll never get away with this.”

"There's a difference." "Seems the same to me." I narrowed my eyes, heartbeat picking up again. "Jealousy is insecurity. Territory is ownership." He moved closer. "And right now, every person in this building knows you belong to me." The possessiveness in his tone should have made me angry. Instead, it made heat pool low in my belly. "The board is terrified of you now," I managed. "They should be." His eyes burned into mine. "Anyone who comes for you comes for me. And I don't lose."

The chair itself was roaring authority. "Босс " ( Boss) All stood from their chairs as he entered. He was the one with whom I had dinner before. His shirt was crumpled. His eyes looked tired. Before our eyes could meet I turned my head. He definitely was the owner of this house because everybody would listen to him and he acts like he owns this.