Quit Job, Gained Clingy Ex-boss Novels & Stories

His fists clenched and unclenched, eyes flashing with anger. "That's why I didn't fall into his trap again. I quit the job even if my boss told me that if I quit the job just like that, it'd breach the contract they made me sign. And I'd be responsible for the big red mark on my career." His jaw ticked. "But I couldn't let him win this time. So I quit. And Achilles Valencian did what he said. He literally made sure I didn't get any job anywhere. First he took you away from me, and now he ruined my career." "I can't believe this!" Putting my head into my hands, I let out a breath.

You know what I mean? "Um no" he replied abruptly. "Good. You don't look like someone who would be good in bed, would you?" I leaned closer to him and he steered away. "Come on, don't worry. I'm not going to ask you to shag me…" "I really need to go, ma'am. If you don't mind". "Of course. I do mind. Chill man, I'm the one who pays, Right? So sorry that your boss had to be a real jerk on your first day of work. But if you're feeling like, um quitting already, just know that I'm going to triple your salary…"

Sleeping with your new boss is not the kind of thing that looks good on anyone's resume, not to mention the awkwardness it creates around the office. And two... I was pissed. I want you so badly, Aria. I need you" and now he didn't recognize me? What an asshole! With his ridiculous indoor sunglasses, his oh-so-cool cigarette, and his stupid black borderline-tuxedo. I hated him. Work was painfully slow that day. It seemed that the arrival of Logan Mendel. his name was Logan, just plain old Logan, not any of the aforementioned exotic names such as Blaze, Blade, Slade, or Jethro...

Our lips met and we started to kiss each other hungrily. I missed her so much.. "Stop!" She stopped me and glared. "Are you going to make me work at your company?" She asked and I nodded. She looked at me in disbelief and when she was about to protest.. I shut her mouth by kissing her again. "Clyde!" She stopped me again and this time.. "I'll let you do whatever you want.. as long as you're happy and still be with me.. and still love me.. of course." "I quit because I love you.. you idiot man!" She said coldly and I smirked.

Rum would be caught in another compromised situation. I tried to shake his hand off me. “You can’t order me around anymore. You’re no longer my boss.” When it didn’t work, I tried wrenching my wrist out of his grasp. But his grip intensified. “Oh yeah? Says who.” I winced slightly and breathed, “Says me.” I stared into his eyes. “I’ve quitted B.A.D.” He shifted closer, his eyes darkening to a dangerous shade. “Since when?” “Since this afternoon.”

HAZEL: Jennie and I walked through the gigantic doors, with her heels clicking stylishly against the shining marble floors. Yeah, I found out her name was Jennie and she was the former secretary and personal assistant to my new boss. According to her, she was getting married in two months, and her husband to be noted that he didn't like her job. I wondered how that was my business since I never asked her why she was quitting.

A part of her hoped that her aunt was right. The next day, she told her boss that she was quitting after her shift. Her boss told her that she would be sorry for burning her bridges. Jada told her that her fiancé did not want her to work. “Well, who is this Mr. money bags that he doesn’t want you working?” She asked Jada. “Mr. Moneybags DeRoya at your service, Ma’am,” Brayden said, surprising Jada. Brayden shook Emily Anderson’s hand and she almost fainted in surprise. “Mr. DeRoya, so nice to meet you,” the woman breathed out in exasperation. “Actually, she’s quitting right now,” he informed the lady, whisking Jada away with his arm around her waist. “Make sure her bonus is on her paycheck,”

I dared to ask after a few minutes of silence. "That's right.” my boss said, "But that's not all. You know? After a few months I quit my job and found this place, I moved from my house and sold the car. I didn't want anything to remind me of what I no longer had, in my old job I made a lot of money, but what could I do with that if couldn't bring back what was the most important to me?” He ended up showing me the picture in his hands. The picture showed a brown-haired, green-eyed woman hugging two identical boys who were being hugged in turn by... A massive, blue-eyed blond Mr. Fitcher?

I exhale wondering what to tell her "But what?" I gulped the lump in my throat and blurted out "My boss is Richie Maranzano" She gasped as her eyes widened in shock "What!" "Yeah but I won’t take the job, I can’t be his secretary, I can’t do it," I tell her. "Absolutely not, you have been looking for a job and now that you’ve got it, there is nowhere you will quit because of him." "But-" I sigh She’s right, I need this job and I can’t just quit because Richie Maranzano is my boss. I just have to endure the torture of looking at his face every single day.

After parking the car, Severin and Queenie walked into the establishment, where Queenie had a word with the manager. "I'm quitting, Paul!" Queenie said as she looked at her manager, Paul. "Could you pay me the rest of my salary? I haven't worked much this month, but the commission on drinks adds up to more than seven hundred dollars." "You're quitting?" Her manager froze for a moment and his expression seemed to sink. Queenie was good-looking and had a stunning figure, so it was no surprise that a rich kid named Gareth had fallen in love with her recently and wanted to make her his.