Sneaking Suit The Boss Novels & Stories

I'm fine waiting here on the couch. As I kept myself busy familiarizing the building directory in my hold, I heard a bell sound like an elevator just stopped, and I lift my head to see that the bookshelf moved. Then, there, walked out a raven-haired man that wears a stern face in a dark-gray business suit. Wow, a secret personal elevator! Of course! Then, I stood up quickly to greet him and show my respect. Well, what I learned from working with different kinds of jobs and working with bosses, you need to be as nice as you can be, and be submissive always if you don't want to get fired.

“So don't blame innocent guys.” “Carter!” Frank Moore's voice cut through the office like a rusty knife. My boss loomed over my desk, his cheap suit reeking of cigarettes and… failure. He slapped a folder down hard enough to make my empty coffee cup rattle. “Drop the Z-list crap. I've got your next assignment.” I flipped open the folder. A glossy 8x10 headshot of a man stared back at me, all sharp cheekbones, icy blue eyes, and a smirk that probably made stockbrokers wet their pants.

"And when I do, I expect you to be ready for me." The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me trembling in the aftermath of his touch. I couldn't believe what had just happened. A part of me was disgusted, horrified at the thought of my boss taking such liberties with me. But another part, a darker, more primal part, was thrilled by the idea of being desired so intensely.

He had to be at the table by 8 am to meet his sexy boss. He exited the bathroom with a towel around his waist and walked to the closet to look for the clothes. Every suit was black but the shirts were in various colors that reminded him of what Stephen told him at night. THE SUITS ARE BLACK WITH ANY SHIRT AND ACCESSORIES MATCHED. He took a crisp white shirt. It came with a striped tie, a bracelet, ring and decorative ear studs. He didn’t have any ear piercing so it was easy to clip them. He didn’t want to offend his Boss on the first day, lacking anything. He wore his shining black shoes and perfume from a number of choices on the dressing table.

"Mr. Samuel?! What are you doing here?!" The shrill scream slipped out of Nichole's throat just like that. She flinched backward with a reflex so strong that she tumbled off the bed with a loud thud. Nichole's breathing was erratic. Her swollen eyes were now perfectly wide. The man lying casually on her mattress was Mr. Samuel King. The CEO of King Industries. Her famously iron-fisted boss, who always wore custom-tailored Armani suits and could fire someone over a trivial mistake. But unfortunately, Nichole's reflex of jumping back gave her a highly unstrategic vantage point. From her position sitting on the floor, she could now clearly see the man's naked body. Completely.

" You better unless my dad will kill you " He felt her tears sipping through his shirt , he hugged her tightly , his grip firm and possessive. [BOSS EMPIRE] PAVILION. Boss sat majestically on his seat smoking, he was a man in his mid fifties and hasn't lost his touch. A young man was kneeling on the ground trembling and crying, he stole Boss money and tried to relocate to another country with it . Mobsters surrounded the pavilion well armoured with riffles so escaping wasn't in his dictionary.

He was tall, dressed in a sleek, black suit, with a cold, calculating gaze that sent shivers down Kinsey's spine. "Enough," the man said, his voice calm but carrying an edge of authority. "She's not to be touched." The scarred man looked displeased but nodded. "Boss's orders?" The man in the suit nodded. "Exactly. And you know better than to disobey." Relief washed over Kinsey, though it was tempered by the realization that she was still very much in danger. The suited man turned to her, his expression unreadable. But later on, Kinsey's eyes widened in shock as Blair stepped out from the shadows, a twisted smile on her face. The dim light of the storage facility cast eerie shadows on Blair's

I move carefully to take the seat opposite the desk, fighting the urge not to walk around the desk and watch the beautiful view through the window. There's a sound at the other end of the room. I turn my head in the direction of the restroom as the boss walks, his head bent as he tries to tuck his shirt in properly. This is MAN in his full glory. Tall. Muscular. His sleeves are rolled up, and the veins in his arms are so... Good Lord, why did you have to wrap temptation in a shirt and trousers and make him my boss when we should have met at a club? He lifts his head, black hair falls back with a few strands pouring onto his forehead. Onyx eyes, angular jaw, pink kissable lips...

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

My jaw dropped, “T-The owner of this mall?!” Oh you are so dumb, Sunny. This demon here is a CEO, okay? Not just a mere CEO but the richest CEO in the country. Damon first went inside a boutique where dresses, most are pink in color were being displayed. He was taking every dress from the stall and checks if it suits me. “Here, try wearing these and we’ll see what suits you.” He said as he handed me five pink dresses with different styles. “Wait, why do I have to wear them? And what are you planning to do?” I asked him.