The Boss' Keeper Novels & Stories

I never imagined that my life would depend on being able to call Damien. I handed the phone back to Boss, with Damien’s number on the screen and watched as he pressed call. It didn’t ring for long before Boss started talking. “Is that Damien Walker?” Boss asked, putting on an accent I hadn’t heard him use before. There was pause before he continued but I couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation, even with my superior wolf hearing. “I have something you want Damien, I have your pretty little girlfriend, and I want something in return.”

Such a brave girl. “And why is that?” “I just find it inappropriate to live with my bosses.” She put forth plainly. “And in that pretty little head of yours, you still think we have a simple boss-employee relationship? Honey, are you talking about the very same bosses who know every inch of your body, who know how your moans sound like when they pound into you; who know how your face looks like when your body trembles from the pleasure that they bring to you. You mean those bosses? We might as well as put a ring on your finger because you are ours.”

No, it was some other guy who looked to her like he didn't smile a lot too. It kinda scared her, knowing she was all alone in the house, with him here and the only bridge between them being the door frame. "The boss asked me to get you. The car is outside, he's waiting." Bree was skeptical about the guy and the whole situation. Not that he gave her that kind of chills but she's been careful about men since, you know when. "Who's 'the boss'?" She asked him, falling a step back. "Mr stone."

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"

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

The Boss was a hitman who had carried out a lot of assassination work, but this was the first time that he came across a victim who was as confident as this one, even at the sight of guns and axe, she was still firm and unshaken just like a tree with a firm tap root, she was not just scared alone, she could still trade words with her attacker with much confidence. Immediately the Boss felt bad for someone like this confident girl to offended a formidable enemy, who wanted her dead at all cost, thus he can only felt pity, he still had to do the job. He turned at the one who took Alexis spectacle. "Return the spectacle back." he said. "Boss......." the other man said. "Yes, return the spectacl

An MP3 player isn’t the same at all. ‘I saw you talking to a guy last night,’ Belinda said. ‘I was in the pilates room upstairs. I’ve seen him in here before. He’s totally hot. I wouldn’t mind washing his sweaty gym socks, I can tell you.’ Georgie knew she was blushing but hoped Belinda would assume it was from the speed she had selected on the treadmill. ‘He’s actually my boss,’ she confessed. ‘Gosh, you lucky thing, you. You should see my boss. He’s fat, bald as a crystal ball and smokes like a chimney.’

I With her mind spinning with everything that has been taught to her by Ms. Dahlia, Gerthel could not help to slouch on the bed and sigh several times. She could not remember everything that Ms. Dahlia told her, actually. “Ms. Dahlia, just a question, what is the business of Boss Dar?” She asked curiously. Ms. Dahlia’s right eyebrow lifted while staring at her. “Everybody inside this mansion knows that the Boss is the notorious Mafia Lord Dar. From where are you, Ms. Gerthel, and you seemed to be innocent of almost everything?”

I asked . He is sorting out the weapons boss he replied. I took my drink and finished it in one drink. " Boss what's on your mind ?" he asked is it that girl Anna Johnson? just fuck her and get her out of your system and forget her. I mean there is no woman who can say no to you , she will be starting at the company tomorrow .so just fuck her pay her and fire her .they are all after money anyway, she can't be any different he said .

The last thing I wanted was to sit through twenty minutes with a murderer. "Wait a minute, then. I will make a call. And also, put a bandage on your scraped knee when you get home." With that, he walked a bit further to call his driver. I was surprised to know that he had noticed, but nothing was more shocking than the fact I was looking at the back of a man who was a cold-blooded murderer and a wonderful businessman at the same time. Why did I have to be the one to discover this dark side of his? Why couldn't I just keep track of time and leave on time? Why— No, the bigger question was: would I be able to keep the secret of my boss?