Possessive Of Boss Novels & Stories

And to be honest, my kids can be as bossy as my real one. I laughed. ‘Enjoy the game.’ ‘I’ll try. But first, I’ve got another errand to run for the boss.’ ‘Speaking of the boss,’ I began, hesitating, ‘where is he staying these days? I mean, since he’s so generously given the penthouse over to me.’ ‘Oh, don’t you worry about that,’ Roy said breezily. ‘Boss has plenty of places in the City. He only chose this one for the convenience. He’s moved back home now.’

he growled. “None of your business,” I stated. “It is my business,” Cale replied, “I’m your m-- Alpha.” “Right. Mr. Alpha, I will do whatever the hell I want, and this is my house. You cannot stop me.” “Lisa,” he sounded exasperated, “Why are you so stubborn?” “Cale,” I rolled my eyes at him, “Please leave me be. You came here for pack business, not as my personal bodyguard. See you later.”

She grabbed the door knob and turned around to face me. "Fight for your man," she said. She walked back towards me and placed a book on my lap. "This is a book I wrote when I first started with Gregory. I want you to read it." No you are wrong, Zoey. He isn't my man. He is my boss. After breakfast we started giving Papa his birthday gift. I bought a wristwatch for him. Gregory got him a car...a f**king car! I was mortified because I should have tried to buy something more significant.

And, I bet that it's more than a hundred words. This is just so effin' great! A bossy, perfectionist, arrogant, and a bit of a jerk for a boss... I'm gonna be enjoying this for sure. Damn!

I asked. “He did not know. He doesn’t have to know.” He said in a firm voice. “What do you mean? He is the CEO.” I asked in confusion. “But I am the Chairman and the owner of the company. I have all the right to do whatever I want with it.” He said in a baritone voice. He is using his boss attitude on me.

**Left for Dead** My relationship with my Boss developed when I was very young. It has become a deeply intertwined partnership fortified over the years by numerous shared experiences and secrets, highlighting the exceptional camaraderie we’ve built through time and trust. Over our years together, we have navigated challenges and celebrated triumphs, creating a unique connection that stands apart from typical employer- employee dynamics.

"I can already see him moving around that boardroom with that stupid smirk of his, talking down my work." "Why would the boss have a personal grudge against you?" She asks with a shrug. "Because he's still obviously pained that you..." I stare at Rose's belly; she looks so relaxed and at peace in her art gallery. She doesn't have to know who my boss is. I stop my bluff midway, my mouth hanging open. "Because he what?" She leans toward her phone, prompting me to say more. "Umm... Because he..." My eyes dart around the tiny office trying to come up with something. "Compulsorily gained that boy."

Not when my body trembled, collapsing against the desk. He fucked me through it, merciless, growling in my ear. “You’re mine now, Kayla. This pussy, this fat ass, all of you… mine.” “Say it,” he growled. “Say who you belong to.” My throat burned under his hold, my body shaking as another wave of pleasure built. “Y-you, Boss…” “Louder!” His hips slammed forward, forcing a cry out of me. “Who owns this wet fucking cunt?” “You do!” I screamed, tears stinging my eyes. “You, Boss… only you!”

“Oh! Yes. My boss moved in last week.” “Your boss?” I quizzed, and it left a dirty taste in my mouth. “Who's your boss?” “Alpha Alexander,’’ His voice was lazy and uninterested. “How owns the building so how far do you want to complain?” It sank into my chest like a scimitar. I took a pause, my lips slightly opened as I tried to breathe. “H-he owns this building?!” “Look lady,” He moved closer, his arms resting on his waist, if even he had any. “If you don't got anything to complain about, I'd rather you let me go now.”

As though their authority made them owners, not employers. “Sit down!” his voice was firm. It carried the arrogance of a man who had gotten away with this kind of thing too many times. Like he owned me, like he could control me anyhow he wanted. “No!” I said gently but firmly. He might be my boss. But I was not a sl*ve to him and definitely not his s*x tool. My voice surprised even me. It carried a strength I hadn’t felt in years. “You know what, I qui–”