Novel & Cerita Sneaking Suit The Boss

I must be tired that I fell asleep with my head on my table. “Have you eaten dinner?” he asked again, reaching for my forehead and pressing his lips to stop himself from laughing as he took the sticky paper that got stuck on my skin. “Sky would surely agree to this note,” he chuckled, returning the paper to me. I bit my lower lip, blushing at what I had written on the small sticky note. My boss is an a**hole! I scoffed. “Would I be reprimanded because of this?” I cleared my table, piled the folders, and took my bag from the file pedestal drawer.

“The Boss sent this for you.” I held out my hands, and he dropped a white, rectangular box into them. It was a top-of-the-line smartphone, the most expensive model being advertised. I stood there, completely stunned. “There must be a mistake… This…” “The Boss doesn’t make mistakes,” he said, turning his back and walking away, leaving me confused with the box in my hands. I hid it under my apron and hurried back to my room.

A suit as I walked out, Smith seemed to struggle with the collar, laughing a little walking over to help him, I step back making sure it was all perfect. “This is the most expensive suit I have ever worn; I have one back home that cost me a tenner… I mean the guy didn’t need it anymore after the boss handled him.” He explained looking down at the tight-fitting black suit with gold buttons, shaking my head and going back into the car to collect the jell I needed for his hair, I watched as he screwed up his face a little at the smell. “I don’t want to step on the boss’s toes, but he’d want someone to tell you how beautiful you look Rose.” He commented as I moved his hair around to sit in the p

He asked coldly. "Mr Steele," Rose said in a very soft voice, a bit different from the menacing tone she'd just used on Liv a while ago. Rose had made it quite obvious that she liked her boss. Everyone at the office knew she had eyes on Mr Steele and she wasn't being discreet about it either. There had even been rumors once that they spent the night at the office and she became even more territorial since then.

“You know the boss is very handsome and they love him. But he doesn't even give them a chance, he doesn't give them a chance for them to talk to him. All what they discuss is business. I just think you need to be careful with them all” “I need to be careful with them?” “Yes, especially Anna. What did you do for her? Have you snatched her boyfriend before?” “Snatch boyfriend?” She asked herself, “No! She's my childhood friend and she was the one who introduced me to this company” “Now I see! She's jealous because you are progressing more than her. What's her purpose in this company? Just to gossip around. There was a time my boss wanted to sack her. But we were pleading on her behalf. She doe

Blake takes a slow sip from his drink, smirking like he knows exactly what’s about to happen. I watch as the boss opens the box. Inside the box is a pair of red lace panties, delicately folded on top of what looks like an expensive bottle of whiskey. The boss’s face goes through a series of emotions—confusion, shock, then panic. His hands tremble as he lifts the panties, looking around as if expecting someone to jump out and expose him right there. Blake’s smirk deepens. “Oh, it’s the little touches that make the most impact, don’t you think?”

His own suit, though well-fitted, could not hide the subtle tremor in his movements. He bowed slightly to show a deference laced with unease. "Well," the boss drawled, voice thick with amusement, tapping his pipe against the ashtray. "Look what the storm dragged in." The man stood straighter, meeting the dark eyes of the boss, but there was something in those, scrutinizing eyes that made his confidence shake. "You did well," the boss continued, his tone almost casual, but still with that hint of something mysterious, hiding underneath the shadow.

The boss therefore, was wearing a well tailored suit, a silver belt with touches of dangerously made tiger designs running through it, the suit revealing his tattoo chest, his hair gelly swept backwards simply leaving just a few strands of his hair in his face. The break was on and the two depart giving privilege to the next in waiting. I was torn between watching the boss and watching Ciara as they depart but then I give up my gaze on the model and strip my eyes all over the boss who was being handled by some staff, he drank from the bottle of water he was given, his eyes roving the place. I swear I couldn't just help my feelings for this man. He was so angelic yet demonic in some ways, I..

Initialed. Cassien Voclain. My boss. My forbidden, devastating boss. He was the kind of man who didn’t raise his voice because he didn’t need to. Who looked at you like he already knew what you tasted like when you were desperate. Who made women stare just from the cut of his suit. And I was his child’s nanny. I touched the silk tie draped over the chair. Brought it to my lips like a girl starved of affection. It smelled like him. Clean, arrogant, masculine.

It is impossible. Alternatively, impossible is not a fact. It is an opinion. “Haa…” I caught my forehead, sighing, and then the door behind me opened. The second I looked back; I saw my boss. Lanceil was wearing his sexy back suit, with white sleeves underneath. Three buttons were opened, displaying masculinity. His brown hair was brushed up, showing his forehead, he was so charismatic. The cold eyes and the formal attire covering the veins on his thick arms, I swear to God he’s my ultimate ideal type.