The Boss Novels & Stories

— I love it — I said, feeling that I was getting confident and that I was not ashamed at all. — Well, all this belongs to you, but for now it's time to cover it up — He laughed, putting on his pants - You look beautiful too, I know it's hard for you to move, so if you let me I could dress you up — You should know, dear boss, you don't ask for permission for that — I clarified cynically while I placed my hands on my breasts, eager for him to take off his clothes again and attack me. — Ummm you want to provoke me! — he mumbled without taking his eyes off me

The Boss gaze is fixed on her Mr. Boss, as he's known to his associates, is a towering figure, with a cold, steely gaze. He sits behind his desk, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling around his head like a serpent. He takes a long drag, his eyes never leaving Sarah's face. She's starting to feel dizzy from the smoke, and her mouth is dry.

LIANA I took a deep breath before stepping into Zaylen’s cabin, the chill in the air immediately hitting me like an ice pole. I closed the door behind me, trying to steady my nerves. "Yes, Zaylen, what did you want—" "Boss. Call me Boss from now on," he interrupted, his tone colder than the room temperature. I blinked, stunned. "Oh, okay, Boss." He pointed to a stack of files on his desk, his expression unreadable.

As if it was only his gorgeous smile that existed and it made everything a thousand times better. Oh, God, was I starting to like my boss?

the second one added. The boss sighed, rubbing his temples like I had given him a migraine. “Jesus Christ.” I smiled sweetly. “Hi.” His dark eyes locked onto mine, unreadable. “Still got an attitude, huh?” I shrugged. “Still holding me hostage, huh?” His jaw twitched. “You’ll break soon.” “You wish.” He exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re exhausting.” “I get that a lot.” One of the men chuckled under his breath. The boss shot him a glare, and the guy immediately shut up.

Hearing Rose's words, Joseph shook his head and said, "It could also be that our boss is a big fan of Miss William, so he wants to spend time with her but is too shy to reveal it" Hearing Joseph's words, Rose laughed and said, "It is never possible that our boss can be anyone's fan. Our boss doesn't understand anything except work; he is a robot-like, emotionless person. Although it is a surprise to me, there is no point in worrying about it. Rather, we should be happy knowing that the boss will organize everything so that we can welcome Miss William in a better way. The boss will definitely leave no lack in the arrangements.

I don't know what part of my plan made the man react like that. "Um, Jasmine, I warn you, he's Nicholas Sokolov, the young Italian boss who is known to be cold and ruthless. He's not some naive guy who will keep thinking about you after you spill a drink on his shirt. The tricks in the movies you watch won't work on him!" Bastian looked at me straight in the eye. I swallowed my saliva roughly and took a deep breath. I didn't think that far; really, my experience with men was very minimal.

“You will keep your seats. You will keep your power. The city will think it is purging itself of corruption, and you will nod along, smiling like saints. But every word you speak, every law you sign, every judgment you deliver will be for me. Quietly, invisibly and efficiently.” He gestured towards the envelopes of cash. “You will also be richer than before. But more importantly—you will be safe. Because I know your secrets, and I know your enemies. And I am smarter than Kroos. I am sharper than Marquez. I do not play to be seen. I play to win.” A long silence followed. The officials shifted uneasily, weighing their options, testing the edges of escape in their minds. But each of them knew t

“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.

ANNA’S POV Boss ended the call with that same infuriating smirk on his lips….calm, relaxed, amused. He never looks angry. He never raises his voice. But don’t let that smile deceive you. The devil at least warns you before he drags you to hell. Boss doesn’t. He dropped the phone beside him and exhaled, a thick puff of smoke filling the room, the heavy scent of tobacco crawling into my lungs. The smoke curled above his head like a crown….fitting for a man who ruled over monsters.