Sneaking Suit The Boss Novels & Stories

Six month month ago I hadn't always been this woman the one who screamed at her husband, who shattered wine glasses on marble floors, who stood trembling in a red dress meant for romance I year ago I still believed in us. October The dry cleaning ticket was paper-clipped to Marcus’s navy suit jacket the one he wore for important meetings, the one that made his shoulders look broader, more commanding. I had been sorting through his clothes for our weekly drop-off when something fluttered from the inner pocket.

It took a second to register, but when I did, my brain felt like it was going to shatter into a billion fragments. Because there they were, peeping out of an envelope he was pushing across the table. Pink. Lacey. Panties. My panties. I involuntarily slapped my hands over my mouth in utter gut-wrenching shock and I closed my eyes tightly, hoping that when I opened them again, my underwear would not be lying on my boss' table, that this was all a bad dream. I heard a small chuckle and opened my eyes again. He was wearing his backseat look now his eyes were doing that intense staring thing, his lips were slightly parted and he was running his hand through his hair like he was posing for a Playg

He is not a match for Kairo. Roman on the other hand turned pale. Slowly he is understanding that his new boss is not a normal man. The custom fit limited edition suit, his expensive high end watch and his sleek black shoe are hiding the dangerous man inside. But today he saw a hint of that beast peeling out when his boss was glaring at Miller. 'Poor Miller, he bit more than he could chew. I should never ever dare to even look at Mrs. Bianchi. I love my eyes too much to lose them because my boss got angry for looking at her ' he thought with fear.

I admired the place till my eyes fell on him. The boss. He is on a black suit looking so breathtaking as he approached me. His eyes roamed my body. My heart pounded as I watch him approach me. God he is so gorgeous. "Hey" he said smiling. "H...hey" "You look stunning" he said taking my hand and kissed my knuckle. Cold shivers ran down my spine. "Thank you." "Come on" He said, placing my hand around his elbow as we walked ahead. "That dress is killing me. I want to rip it off" he said to my ear as we walked.

She was now convinced—these people were insane, and their boss was just as bad. However, her car was completely boxed in. Even if she wanted to drive away, she couldn't. And her phone? Useless. During the ten minutes of waiting, Nyla's mind raced through every possible worst-case scenario. Just as she was about to write a goodbye note in her phone's memo app, the so-called boss arrived. He was dressed in a crisp white suit. His proportions were impeccable—tall with long legs—and he exuded an air of elegance. Wearing sunglasses that concealed half of his face, his visible features revealed a strikingly handsome man—refined to the point where he looked more like a model than someone involved i

The air in the room suddenly felt thicker. I froze mid-step, very aware that I was wearing nothing but a towel in front of my boss .... the same man I was supposed to be spying on. “Sorry,” I said quickly, my voice coming out breathy. “I thought I’d have more time. I’ll go put the dress on right now.” I took another step toward the bedroom, but my foot caught on the edge of the old rug. I stumbled forward. My hand slipped from the top of the towel. The towel dropped to the ground...

Then froze. Of course. Of fucking course. The universe hated me. Lukas stood inside alone. My boss looked infuriatingly perfect this morning, his dark suit fit him flawlessly, his silver watch gleamed beneath the overhead lights, his hair looked annoyingly neat. And those grey eyes, those awful, dangerous grey eyes, immediately found mine. A slow smile tugged at his mouth, it was just enough to tell me how much he was enjoying this. I wanted to scream. Instead, I stared straight ahead. If looks could kill, the man would already be dead.

“Maybe I like the way it shines.” “You’re different from the others.” “That a problem?” “No. That’s why I hired you.” The man crouched beside him—not too close, but close enough. His cologne was expensive. His black button-down was rolled up at the sleeves, exposing muscular forearms inked in lines Rico couldn’t quite read. A snake, a rose or a quote in Latin. He noticed the Boss’s eyes weren’t cruel or curious. Like Rico was a puzzle he couldn’t crack. “You still think I’m gonna break?” Rico asked, without looking.

She tries to stay calm, but her heart is racing and her palms are sweating. Mr. Boss takes a final drag of his cigarette, then stubs it out in an ashtray on his desk. He leans forward, his eyes boring into Sarah's. "Why haven't you found Felicity yet?" he asks, his voice low and menacing. Sarah takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "I have it under control," she says, hoping her voice sounds more confident than she feels. Mr. Boss looks at her, his expression unreadable. "I hope for your sake that you're telling the truth," he says, his voice cold and calm.

“The suit I’m wearing… what do you all think?” ‘Huh?’ ‘Suit?’ The subordinates exchanged glances, careful not to stare directly at him as they briefly checked his outfit. Wasn’t this the same suit the Big Boss had worn on his birthday? Recognition flickered in every eye. They quickly began murmuring compliments. “The suit fits you perfectly, sir.” “It was tailored just for you!” “You look very handsome in it.” “The best suit I’ve ever seen, Boss.” “Perfect.” Their eagerness seemed to please him. “Gerald, have their bonuses processed today.” With that, he strode out of the room.