Quit Job, Gained Clingy Ex-boss Novels & Stories

I chose peace. “Even if I wanted to, he pretty much told me not to quit. He said and I quote, ‘You’re not going to quit. I won’t let you.” “What?” Addy and Mabel both chorused, eyes blown, mouth parted in surprise. I shook my head, “He legit told me that he won’t let me quit. I’m so confused guys. What should I do? I’m not sure I can work there and pretend like I did not just have the most mind blowing sex with my boss.”

A voice snapped and she turned to see her boss. " What the hell did you just do?! " The man yelled, moving closer to the scene. " I just taught an asshole a lesson! " Claire said, turning to Mason who scoffed unbelievably at her remark. " And before you fire me… " She paused, turning her gaze to her boss. " I quit! " Claire blurted out, slamming the glass cup on the table as she walked away. Claire grabbed her bag and walked out of the bar, having people stare in bewilderment at her.

He halted again and spun around to face Jacky. “Is it because of her?” His hands left the door and walked back to Jacky, in a threatened way. Jacky moved back and cowered to the door. His hand went around his neck and pinned him to the wall. His jaw was pressed together as he stared at Jacky. “Don’t you ever talk about her or involved her in any of my business. I’m quitting because I want to.” His hands tightened around his neck. “Understand?” “Yes, boss.” He nodded curly.

"Why would I give you that much money for one night? I didn't hire you. It was mutual. You wanted, I wanted. We did it. I offered those dollars to annoy you. You took it seriously?" Lily turned bright red. "You’re impossible!" "And yet, here you are. Still working for me." She stomped out. In the evening, Lily collapsed on the couch in Clara’s office. "I’m quitting. I can’t handle this man anymore." Clara tossed her a chocolate. "You say that every Monday." "No, I mean it this time. He moved my desk like I’m some object he can place closer just to keep me away from Ross." "So... you and Ross?"

My face flushes red and I advance on him, fist in the air. “Now you listen to me, you…” “I'm listening.” “Stay the fuck away from my personal life. Do you hear me?” “No.” My jaw hangs open. “...what?” “No, I will not stay away from your personal life. You know why?” He towers over me. “Because you work for me now, and your past, your present, your future affects MY company. Is that clear?” “THEN I QUIT! IS THAT CLEAR TO YOU? I QUIT!”

“Shit, that’s wild. I mean… good wild. You deserve rest, that boss of yours was an asshole.” I nodded and stared at the screen in front of me. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about my boss and I knew how easily Frank could read me. My laptop was open. Inbox flooded. Job boards, application portals, CV tweaks. I was already knee-deep in it again. Frank leaned over my shoulder. “The fuck? You’re already applying to new companies? Girl, chill for once.” I tilted my head and looked up at him. “I didn’t quit because I hate working. I quit because I couldn’t stand that bastard one more day.”

"You mean the way I touched my own wife. The way I showed affection." "Shane, please." His grip tightened on my jaw, and the pain flared hot and sharp. "You've been running your mouth, and now I have to fix it. You're not going back to that office. Not tomorrow. Not ever. You're going to quit." The word hit me like a slap. "I can't quit. We need the money." "We need you here. Where I can see you." He released my jaw and stepped back. "Call your boss. Tell him you're done."

He continues. “It is not really about the money boss…if those people are who I think they are, and if they are still there, it won't be safe but I will still try to get your job done,” The thug hesitates while Alex waits anxiously for what felt like an eternity as he can hear movement but nothing definite for him to grasp the situation. “Boss…your guy and the lady are not in the warehouse,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, and then Alex hears him speaking to other people and trying to find out what happened at the warehouse.

I picked up my red purse and slipped on my black coat. Burnley was off since it was the weekend so Jolene offered to pick me up. " You live there?" She asked pointing at the penthouse as I entered the car. I definitely didn't want her to also feel I slept my way to becoming Marcus assistant. " No....I ...I went to drop something off for Mr Blinge." I stammered but the words finally came out. " Oh..Thank goodness. I thought you were sleeping with our boss." " No way!" I shouted almost immediately though deep down I knew I was in denial. I could actually imagine us in bed together, just his voice is enough to turn me on and drive me crazy.

She clenched her fists tightly as if she was ready to punch Gerry’s groin. Gerry couldn’t refuse the allegations though. Wisdom’s words did resonate verity—resonate truth. To be frank, he had grown tired of Wisdom’s presence…and her body. There are a myriad of fresh applicants waiting outside anyway. Just after thirty minutes of job interview with any of the lined-up women outside, he’ll have a new toy to play with after a long time spending between Wisdom’s legs. “You’re right, Wisdom. But, change is the only thing constant on this planet, dearest. So, I suggest you apply for another job at another company so that you’ll have a daily meal at your table.”