The Boss Novels & Stories

Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos. Few people have seen his face, few people know where he is, and few people know exactly what he does. I don't know what he does with all the money from the townspeople, since being so filthy rich I highly doubt he needs it. But hey, it's not like I'm going to ask. I've told you a th

Especially after the drama she had caused today at Elite Entertainment, within an hour different headlines have broken out from this morning because of her appearance. Shane always knew his Boss was intelligent. The Boss was one of the smartest people that Shane knew. Not only was his Boss wise, but he was also cunning, calculative and ruthless. The Boss made people think he was one step ahead of them, when in reality, he was already at the top of the staircase, claiming the prize.

I knew I couldn't keep pretending I hadn't heard him, so I nonchalantly held up my hand and said, "Just give me one moment please, I'm in the middle of something." As soon as the words were out of my mouth I imagined being fired on the spot. Not only had I slept with him, my boss, but now I was making him talk to the hand-what a disaster. So I pretended to read a few more words on the screen, nodded a few times, and wrote something down on a piece of paper.

Chapter: 20 ******* A gentle knock interrupted his thoughts, prompting him to snap, "What?!" Bogo stood behind the closed door, responding without entering the room. "Your meeting is scheduled for ten, Boss," he informed him calmly. The Boss had been in a foul mood since their return last night, issuing an order that no one should enter his room without permission. Bogo worried for his well-being but understood the need to respect his boundaries. After all, Dirk was their leader, and Bogo was merely his chief bodyguard, someone Dirk trusted with his life. But even Bogo recognized his place. He couldn't deny that the sight of their Boss last night had unsettled

The boss asked and there was a hint of irritation in his voice. “Boss… what about the deal with Claire? Can we afford to offend the Masons now?” Jamal asked. "Jamal, between you and I, who is the boss?" “It's you sir." “Good. I want the car to be ready by the time I get downstairs," the boss said and the woman beside him chuckled. “You are sexy and hot," she said as she touched his abs again. He didn't say anything as he took her in his arms and helped her walk outside.

“The boss wants it on.” Scared at her outburst, I dropped my hands and hugged it around my chest. The boss? Who is the boss? And why does this boss want me here? “Who is your boss?” I asked the question that had been bugging my mind. “You don’t need to know,” Madam Q replied coldly. “The only thing you need to know at the moment is that you are the boss' new pet and you must learn how to please him unless…” her voice trailed off, leaving a deadly chill on my skin.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea pushing her that much in the first place… "You can't die right now, young man. I need you for many years." He is still coughing when he hears Robert Aldridge's voice. He turns around and stands up, smiles at his boss with respect. The high heels sound follows his boss's presence and Mrs. Aldridge enters the meeting room. Even she has that strict expression on her face as always, her doe eyes and plump lips give her an alluring vibe. Theo wonders if she tries to look acidic on purpose, to intimidate the workers around.

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.

“He even gave me this today. Said it would protect me.” Lydia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pendant. “That’s beautiful! And thoughtful. Most bosses don’t give gifts like that. Are you two…?” “No!” I said quickly, waving my hands. “Nothing like that. He just said he wants to be friends. Even though he’s my boss.” Lydia grinned and took a bite of her salad. “Friends with the big boss? That could be dangerous… or very interesting. So tell me about you, Clara. What did you do before this job?”

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