Spoiled By My Boss After Marriage Novels & Stories

“Oh yes. At times like this, I’m glad I work from home. Can you imagine me showing up at work looking like this? It reminds me of the time one of Marie’s exes dumped her and you made her come to work. I had to take an extra hour on her makeup. You really were a horrible boss.” “I had no idea. Why hadn’t she called in sick?” “Called in sick while working for you? You weren’t nicknamed Godzilla for nothing, you know.” “I have never made her work when she was sick.” “My point exactly. She would never tell you because you had to be ‘taken care of’ and no other person was fit enough to ‘take care’ of you. I’m not surprised you married her, you know. I bet it was so easy to make her marry you.”

I crawled between his legs, looked up at him, and took his thick cock into my mouth. This was only the beginning. My boss was going to ruin my marriage and breed me right here in his office. And I was going to let him.

“His mother’s reaction was the worst when he introduced me to her. She talked about the possibility of me sleeping with my boss. If only she met Mr. Marino in person. “They never really valued me. And the only time they did, was when my husband got laid off from work. Of course, we had to use my salary to feed. It was nothing more, nothing less. Mr. Marino had just given me a raise at the time. For support. My husband didn’t for once question why I had gotten a raise.” “And now?” Liya asked. “He has met Mr. Marino in person. And trust me, they are that close now. But that didn’t ruin or take away the boss and employee relationship I have with Mr. Marino. Everything stayed the same. He is you

she joked, putting those stacks on my desk. I sniffed, not really surprised. Since my father died and I inherited the whole company, people thought they might have a chance. Fathers introducing their daughters, uncles promoting their nieces, and so on. As if I was interested in marrying anyone. I wasn’t. I knew it well that involving heart and feelings was only a temporary joy before you suffer in the end. “This marriage thing is driving me crazy,” I mumbled. “Trust me, once you get married, you’ll know the real deal, Boss,” Liana replied. “But it isn’t as bad as you think.”

He seemed to be enjoying it cos his eyes kept shutting down and up. "Nobody knows about this but seeing the string you are pulling right now... I'm going to tell you if it's gonna put you off. I'm married. And I have a son." Mr CEO said. I was startled. Married!! I quickly stood up, moving back. Oh God please forgive me. Did I just seduced a married man? "I'm so sorry,boss! Just pretend it never happened." I apologized in a hurry, dressing up. He had a smirk on his face as he stood up, buttoning up. "Pretend it never happened? Never knew you are such a slut. Are you gonna give me a free sex just to keep your job?" Mr CEO said,so mean.

"I'm sure she must have dressed that way to get the boss's attention. She's such a slut" "She has a great body. I'm sure she likes to show it off. I hate her so much" I heard their hurtful words. They didn't even mind if I could hear them or not. I'm already getting tired of their gossips. Well, I won't see them in less than three months. I just have to endure till then.

Should have called security, called Marcus, called the man who'd warned me not to expect explanations. I opened the door. She entered without waiting for invitation. Heels silent on carpet, rubber soles, expensive, designed for this. She moved through the living room, touched the lilies, wrinkled her nose. "He still does this. The research. The inventory." She turned. "I used to think it meant he cared." She settled on the couch. The same couch where I'd sat with thread in my hand. She belonged there in a way I never would. "First," she said, holding up one finger. "You're not special. You're scheduled. Each wife gets a different wound to heal. I got his childhood. You'll get something else.

I was just barely retrieving myself from being useless. I was a happy-go-lucky kinda person back then. I had no other thoughts but myself because my family had always supported me. I never thought that I'd reach this point where I had to accept my boss's offer to be his fake wife. Why would I decline it? I'm indebted to him and in exchange of my freedom I needed this arranged marriage. So here I am now in my boss/husband's room to discuss the things that couldn't be done during this arrangement.

“We’ll draw up a contract. Terms and conditions. Sex, no strings attached, even though we’re married.” I scoffed, stepping back as my stomach twisted. “I’m sorry, Mr Maynard. But I’m a romantic. I don’t do sex without strings.” His lips curled into a mocking smirk. “How disgusting,” he muttered, looking away. “I guess your romantic ideals haven’t gotten you very far. Your career as a model is dying. Your marriage is dead.” He turned back to me, his words like knives. I always seem to forget how brutal and casually cruel this man was.

“I’m almost thirty, and I already have a kid. I'll be married, soon. Happy now?” He chuckles nervously. “Oh, so… you were spoiled before marriage?” My jaw drops. “Spoiled?” I repeat, my voice dripping disbelief. “Excuse me, are we in the 1800s? Did I just get knocked up and left to live in a castle?” He waves a hand, awkward. “Nah, just joking, boss… shit happens.” I roll my eyes so hard I swear I feel the shift floor shake. “Joel, I’m not here to talk about my wedding or my wedding dress size. I’m here about you. The issues you are having, so please explain what is going on?”