The Boss’s Obsession Novels & Stories

“What is this, really? If this is about showing off, you’ve done enough already. So why don’t you tell me what you actually want. What problem do you have with me when I don't even know you.” He chuckled, clearly enjoying my irritation. “You think I’m in charge here? No, I’m just following orders,” he replied with a shrug. “We see everything you do as we have been watching you for a long time. For now, the boss is just toying with you. He wants to see what you’re made of.” I narrowed my eyes, searching his face for any hint of what he was playing at but he appeared sincere which made me all the more confused and annoyed. “And who is this mysterious ‘boss?”

I growled fiercely at him before grabbing him by his neck and shoving him to my back and I heard him crashing into my desk as he coughed vigorously and panted heavily. "I'm sorry Boss. I don't know if I can ever stop talking about her because you'er not just a boss to me but *cough* like a brother to me and I will look out for you and tell you the truth as I've always done! it is my job as your consigliere! why are you so fucking obsessed with her if you don't love her!? why are you keeping her if you won't love her or let someone else have her!? sooner or later she might get tired or scared and leave you...."he ranted raspily between his vigorous coughs and that last line was it for me to l

“You know the boss is very handsome and they love him. But he doesn't even give them a chance, he doesn't give them a chance for them to talk to him. All what they discuss is business. I just think you need to be careful with them all” “I need to be careful with them?” “Yes, especially Anna. What did you do for her? Have you snatched her boyfriend before?” “Snatch boyfriend?” She asked herself, “No! She's my childhood friend and she was the one who introduced me to this company” “Now I see! She's jealous because you are progressing more than her. What's her purpose in this company? Just to gossip around. There was a time my boss wanted to sack her. But we were pleading on her behalf. She doe

He quickly grabbed his phone and called someone. His Boss is so obsessed with a single woman for six years, he can't believe for a fact that his popular Boss is obsessed with a woman who can't love him. He was really obsessed, given the fact that his Boss keeps stalking the Woman, buying a satellite and many CCTV cameras, to follow her everywhere, and even giving her so many things and the Woman doesn't even know that this Man is giving her everything she wants. And the one that makes him sighed is the fact that his Boss is rich and had so many Woman to tail him, but still follows that Woman.

"You mean, sir?" "Yes, obsession. Didn't we talk about that before? You also know that I was obsessed with imprisoning Amanda, and it has been realized." "So, you're asking about my opinion, sir?" Oriaga nodded. He sat on the sofa as Zayn stood in front of him. They were in the CEO's room. "Obsession is quite scary, sir. Because one can go against anything to realize one's obsession, it's different from a wish, but a strong desire at a pretty bad level."

He was admitting he was obsessed. I felt the walls closing in. If I didn't break this tension, I was going to lean in. I was going to forget that I had a binder on and a life to protect. I had to burn the ice before it froze me solid. I let out a shaky, forced laugh, pulling my hand back and folding my arms. "Wow. Okay. Big confession." I tried to smirk, though my lips felt numb. "Should I be worried, Boss? Is this your way of telling me the great Giovanni Vitale has a crush on his male nurse? Should I be checking if you’re suddenly interested in men? Because if you’re gay, just say so. It would certainly explain why you hate women so much."

If I leave, I may be dead within a few hours. As usual, when I sit at my desk, the last thing I want to think about is my woes. I prepare everything Mr. Raging Asshole needs for his morning meetings and dive into my world of fantasies that would get me fired if I ever got caught. "I want to show you something," Mr. Bossman says. I’m standing before him in his office, but the look in his eyes makes me doubt whatever he wants me to see is work-related. "Come here," he instructs.

I still remembered the way he looked at me, his eyes dark with something deep, something heavy. “I want you,” he had said, his voice low and certain. And I had fallen. Just like that. Like an idiot. But Boss was different. His seriousness wasn’t careful or sweet. It was dangerous. It was possessive, consuming. Like he already knew I would give in. Like I was already his. And maybe I was. I clenched my fists, trying to ignore the heat rising in my chest. I should leave. I should say something professional, set boundaries, remind him that I was just his assistant.

"Let me see you climb. Let me see you get close." I was climbing fast. Too fast. The edge rushed toward me— I stopped. Yanked my hand away. One. I grabbed my phone. Typed with trembling fingers: Edge one. Stopped just in time. God, Sir, I'm so wet. Good. Describe the fantasy. Who's watching you? My boss, I admitted. I keep imagining it's him. And what is he doing? Sitting in a chair. Watching. Telling me what to do. Is he touching himself?

And somehow, I always ended up answering. By Friday afternoon, I couldn't take it anymore. I dropped into the chair beside Lisa and groaned. "My boss is destroying my life." She looked up from her phone. "Damien?" "Yes. My very annoying, extremely rich boss." She laughed. "What did he do this time?" "He called me at midnight." Her eyebrows lifted. "Again?" "Again." Lisa covered her mouth, trying and failing not to laugh. "Jane… he sounds obsessed with you." I almost choked. "Obsessed? No."