The Boss S Daughter Novels & Stories

she inquired. I sighed and let out, "My boss hates me." "Doesn't everyone's boss hate them?" I laughed and said, "Maybe." My voice saddened as I added, "But his hatred just feels more personal. I wonder why. I don't think I ever did anything to step on his toes." "You were probably his ex-wife in the previous life," she joked. "Yeah, right. As if that's possible." I shook my head at her ridiculous suggestion. "You should watch more supernatural shows to know what can or can't be possible."

“I don’t care how many. Rico will see my sign before he hears another word from Kross. The Boss said” When Jaylen left to fetch Morgan and Matteo, The Boss let the silence close in again. His hands shook as he pulled out a faded photograph from his pocket. Rico at fifteen, grinning with crooked teeth, his arm slung around The Boss's shoulder like he wasn’t his boss but his father. He whispered to the picture, “I’m sorry, boy. I should’ve protected you better. Should’ve seen this coming.” The Boss said. Love in this world was dangerous, it softened edges that needed to stay close. I loved him anyway. Damn me, but I did. The Boss continued.

She made a slicing gesture with her hand. “Ohh.” “Yeahhh, so tell me what’s going on…” she cracked her knuckles, “I am ready to beat your boss up for you.” “What? No!” I couldn’t bear to see him hurt, if anything… “Anyways, my boss is kind to me,” at least when he’s not fussing about Honey. “Then is it a man? Did you finally get a boyfriend?” I paused. “So that’s it? Is he giving you problems?” She stroked her jaw and held one knee over the other, “Knowing you it must be a crush and you haven’t been able to confess right? So it must be your new boss,” I stopped breathing.

“He’s going to make a move soon, I can feel it. And when he does, you have to promise me you’ll give him a small chance.” “Tessa, we’re not having this conversation again,” I said sharply, reaching into the fridge for a bottle of water. “I can’t. He’s my boss. I’ve told you this so many times.” “Yes, he’s your boss,” she said, stepping closer. “But he’s also the father of your daughter. Don’t pretend you don’t see the way she lights up around him. She’s never been that happy around any of your male friends or coworkers, has she?”

I yelled “Places to be huh? And things to do? Like the boss's daughter?” My eyes almost widened in shock but I couldn't let him read through me. “What are you talking about? Kate?” I frowned “The boss just put me on private duty, and it includes watching you around her daughter. So you can choose to tell me the truth now or I can find out myself” Maybe I was wrong, she didn't think I'd hold back on her daughter because of my hate for Americans, and now she had someone tailing me, my own friend and partner. “You've seen the boss's daughter haven't you? She's not my type”

I say. Monica’s hand appears in front of me as she slowly closes my laptop, and I frown, watching her. Her smile is wicked, and when she speaks, I swear I hear the devil laughing at her words. She could teach him some shit. “Stay away from my daughter, or I will make your life a lot harder than it has to be.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask, pretending insanity.

Nichole took a step back, maintaining a safe distance. What kind of excuse is that? Isn't that just the natural reaction of a Perverted Boss?! But Nichole didn't dare voice her thoughts out loud because the man standing in front of her was still the boss who paid her salary.

But something made him tap the notification, open the message. A photo loaded. A photo of them in the elevator of his building. Her pressed against the mirrored wall, his mouth on her neck, her eyes closed in obvious ecstasy. Her dress was hiked up around her hips. His hand was clearly between her thighs. The image was high quality—taken through the security camera, then enhanced and cropped to focus on the most damning details. Unmistakably them. Below the photo, a message: “Does HR know you’re fucking the boss? Walk away in 24 hours or everyone sees everything.”

“You might be your own boss, but I’m not. My dad does not have a great opinion of slackers.” “And are you a slacker?” he wondered, making his interaction sound academic. My response was not academic, it was annoyed. “I am not!” One corner of his mouth lifted and the amusement extended to his dark eyes. “You are the boss’s daughter—that must give you a certain amount of latitude.” “Being a boss’s daughter means I have to prove I can do more than paint my nails—.” I turned my head, a suspicious frown forming on my smooth brow. “Are you trying to wind me up?”

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