Stolen By The Boss Novels & Stories

my boss barks at me from the driver’s seat of a stolen car that has the emblem of the crown on the door. “No,” I tell her, but that’s not true. I stroke the black curly hair of the little girl I now call Jennifer. I am attached. I don’t want Rose to have her babies, but I don’t want to kill them either. The only problem is, I’m not in charge here, and I have very little influence over my new boss…. Luna Barbara.

the boss asked in a roar. Alex flinched and stepped back. Instantly two of the three associates were at his side, holding him in place. He felt their strong fingers digging into his arms and knew he was well and truly trapped. "You owe me. And I gave you a chance to repay that debt and still you screw everything up. Am I a joke to you?" the boss asked, his temper back under control. "Perhaps I have shown you so much mercy that you don't regard me anymore." the boss eyes narrowed. You are taking me for a fool"

"You are such a whore who ditch their boyfriend behind their back just to warms rich man’s bed. What did you think that I will let go of you this easily?” "I can bet that motherfucker of a boss must have fucked you million times. After all who can resist such a bait. It’s my biggest mistake that I didn’t pop the cherry and let him do it.” "Bitch of my boss, how much he tortured me just for you. Huh? That motherfucker couldn’t stand any betrayal yet he let go of you knowing you fucking stole his million euros file. Did your cunt please him so much? Huh? Let me find out.”

“Please don’t. You—you have unborn children, Mr. Steele. How would you feel losing them?” She didn’t realize the weight of her words. “Oh, I already did.” My voice dropped like steel, and her eyes widened in shock. “I—I’m sorry—” “Don’t be. I need you as a witness. I know you have evidence. And I’m not asking. You will testify, or next week you’ll be dressed in black, crying over your son’s coffin.” Her wails echoed through the warehouse as I turned to my guards. “Lock the door.” Walking away, my jaw clenched. Clara thought she could play god. She thought she could break me. But she was wrong. I was going to bring her down, piece by piece. And I wouldn’t stop until she was crushed beneath my

"And in the end, I'm your boss! You should respect me!" Head down, Samantha responded: "I'm sorry, boss." When I thought Joshua wouldn't say anything else, he surprised us by saying, "You're fired." My eyes immediately widened in surprise. "W-What?" Samantha said, surprised. "Get your things and leave." "B-But... Joshua!"

“You’re getting ahead of the story, dear. “ Angelo forced a smile and shifted in his seat. “But anyway, do you remember the incident with your drivers… your papa’s drivers?” Moira nodded, “How could I forget? They are the reason I am here now, aren’t they?” “Well, that’s what I told you guys but truthfully, it’s a little more complicated than that. That stuff that was found on those trucks wasn’t mine. That new boss… he framed me… he obviously wanted to test me by creating a bit of confusion in my system. But I quickly figured everything out; so I used that incident to smoke him out. I knew he would soon show himself. And he did.” Angelo relaxed a little and sat back in his chair.

How can he afford such an extravagance? Mother. Mother must have paid for all his expenses… with Papa's hard earned money. As long as Luke stays with her, he won't have to worry about money. Papa must've found out about this, and so Luke tries to kill Papa! Luke must have threatened mother too! I swiped left again and a spreadsheet was staring at me: the company's accounts. Some of the cells were highlighted and the amount in bold red. Shit… Luke has been stealing from the company! All these red numbers clearly don't tally with the original and the final amount!

"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.

I blinked rapidly, reading quickly from the paper and back at them. “You'll…” “It's simple, Rebecca. You will be our sex slave. It's not stated there because the paper could get into wrong hands” my boss cut in, calmly. I looked to his wife, her tongue wetting her bottom lip as she looked at me intensely making me swallow hard, my eyes widening before glancing to back at my boss. This wasn't a joke… right? I had forgotten how to breath. ‘A sex slave?’ ‘These things were real?’ My thoughts must have reflected on my face because my boss cleared his throat, throwing his head back to look at his wife who nodded at him in silent communication.

We left the apartment after telling him to let us know if she had come home and he asked us to let him know if we had found anything. From there, we went to see her boss and I could suddenly understand why my daughter had lost control. Her boss was a real piece of work, and when we left, I told Fynn that I wanted all of our people withdrawn from that company. I didn’t care that it would look suspicious! I just wanted all of them away from that bastard. He actually told us to tell Freya that she didn’t need to come back. He wasn’t even worried that something might have happened to her. All he did was tell us what an awful employee she was.