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Even worse, she hated that she dragged Rose in all of this too. She was broken out of her thoughts when the disgusting man chose to speak again. "You are one fine woman. Now I know why the boss wants you so bad. A pure temptation in disguise," he commented eyeing her body. She felt disgusted under his gaze. Only hervVince had the right to look at her that way. No one else. But then one word stopped her thoughts. Boss! His boss. Who is his boss? She let her curiosity take the better of her. "Who is your boss?" She questioned warily.

I raised a surprised eyebrow at him, wondering how he knew. It must have been obvious on my face because he laughed it off. “It's hard not to notice, with the way you gush at him, the way you look at him like he is some kind of food you can't wait to devour. It's hard not to notice.” I was speechless for a moment—is it that obvious? Am I that open for people to catch on to my obsession with my boss? But do I care? Noooo. They should suck it up.

"Bob, Bob, did someone steal the boss's business? Need our help?" Bob quickly replied, "Someone stole the boss's wife. His ex-wife is getting engaged this Saturday!" "Didn't the boss just divorce his ex-wife recently? Could it be infidelity?" "Probably not, right? The boss's ex-wife didn't seem like a promiscuous person. Didn't they divorce because the boss's ex-wife accidentally killed the old lady?" "Where's your focus? So the boss is crashing because he still has feelings for his ex-wife?" Bob: "Probably still has feelings. I'm currently following the ex-wife with the boss!"

Leaving me and Lucio standing on the patio laughing at the pair, I mean it had been so hard and dangerous over these past few years, but in the end, it was worth all of that to be The Mafia Boss’s Deepest Obsession. ~~The End~~

Scarlett yelled, trying to sound brave though her voice was shaking. But instead of fear, the men burst into laughter. “Hahaha! So this is why the Boss is obsessed with you! Not only are you beautiful, you’re fiery too.” One of them stared at Scarlett with shameless hunger. “And your friend… what a bonus! Gorgeous!” His eyes raked over me like I was already stripped bare. My throat tightened. Every hair on my body stood on end. “Who’s your Boss?! What did we ever do to you?!” My voice cracked, almost a whisper from the terror clawing at me.

And it looked like he wasn’t even paying attention to the meeting, either. A quick look at the people gathered around the table confirmed this. Everyone was looking at her and then Mr Steele. She felt her cheeks burn as she looked back down at her tablet. How mortifying was this day turning out to be? Being caught blatantly staring at the boss one minute and the next, literally falling at his feet. “Excuse us,” Mr Steele said, swiftly pushing his chair back and standing.

I would've sworn that he didn't take junk if I didn't catch him like this. How would I even face him at work? I'm so quitting! Now I can't even go to the office party with him at this point. He wouldn't even want me. Not Ryan ruining this for me when he clearly didn't want me either. “Look, I'm sorry–” “He's the boss and he's clearly obsessed with you! When you mentioned that things were complicated, I didn't know it was this serious. He's awfully possessive of you. I should've known before I let my thoughts win and asked you out.”

my boss asked, eyes lingering on my hard nipples. I gripped the table, imagining Dan’s thick cock instead of the toy. God, I need him inside me. Not this stupid egg. His real cock stretching me open while he calls me his dirty little stepsister. “Just… really passionate about these numbers, sir,” I managed, voice breathy.

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.