The Boss’s Obsession Novels & Stories

"Did he smell good? Did you bring him here? Eww gross, I am not going into your bedroom until you change sheets." "He's my boss." I blurted out. "WHAT?" My sister dropped her sleepover bag and flew across the room to be by my side. "What the fuck did you just say?" "Language." I glared at her. She bit her tongue and mouthed a sorry before continuing to bombard me with questions. "Boss as in some other boss or the boss? As in the CEO? The Dante Russo? Billionaire hotness, most eligible bachelor in the West Coast and Italy Dante Russo? You slept with him?"

"We have the therapist now" Fvcking hell! I don't know why these people are obsessed with a fake therapist who can cause them to commit suicide but one thing lingered forever in my head. Who the hell is this psychotic boss they talk about?

You answer to me, remember. She nodded and cleared her throat. "The Boss can be cocky, arrogant, controlling, manipulative, hotheaded, and attractive. What makes it worse is that he knows it. He has bloodlust. He stares at people with some undertone of rage, as though he wishes for them to mess up so he can put a bullet in them. However, the moment he looks at you or talks about you, it's gone; he is content. And that is quite far from the man most of us know, who always seems rather isolated. He trusts very few people, which includes his family. He’s searching for something." I stared at Alessia from under my full semi-permanent lashes, before grinning. Alessia was purely talented, no doubt

I couldn't stop thinking about that word even after she left. Balance. Maybe that’s what this was. ********* When I got back home, Claire was on the couch. “You were gone forever,” she said, almost annoyed. “I met Sophie,” I said, hanging my jacket. “She told me Daniel’s company is falling apart.” Claire smiled slightly. “Karma doesn’t waste time, does it?” I smiled faintly, as I sat beside her. “Maybe not.” But then I began to feel guilty. I hated that a small part of me was happy at his crisis.

The Boss tilted his head slightly, his gray eyes scanning through them. “So, what exactly were you chasing?” One of the goons fumbled for words. “Uh—there was a girl. Tiny thing. We thought maybe we should grab her, y’know… just in case she saw something.” The Boss’s gaze didn’t budge. “And what about the job I gave you?” “Bobby’s handling it, Boss! We just—” “You just what?, thought you could slack off,” the Boss interrupted, his voice turning cold. “Do I look like I’m paying you to screw around?”

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.

* he said without looking up, dismissive as ever. *"It's important,"* I insisted. *"Mr. Cole needs her. She'll be occupied for the day."* He finally looked at me then, unimpressed. *"Oh yeah? Mr. Cole has no business with Diana. You can chat during lunch break. Right now, she's helping me. Please leave."* I glanced at Diana. She gave me a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes. We both hated her boss. He was cranky, perpetually irritated, like a man who argued with someone every morning and came to the office to distribute the leftover bad mood.

If only he knew how much of a bad girl I had become. We chatted and laughed for a while before I hugged him goodbye. As I walked out of his office and passed Rowan’s, the door was tightly shut. I groaned in frustration. I was almost at the elevator when a soft voice stopped me. “Excuse me, ma’am. The boss wants to see you.” I swallowed hard and followed her, too many thoughts running through my head, the delusional ones especially, like maybe he was missing me and wanted to see me.

he said pleasantly. She stopped in front of me and looked down at me and folded her arms and her eyes moved over my face the way someone looked at an object they were deciding what to do with. "Boss was so obsessed with you," she said, and the pleasant tone was the worst part of it, cheerful and vindictive and completely at home. "We all saw it. Every room you walked into he was already looking at the door. Every time your name came up he went still in that way he goes still when something matters." She tilted her head. "I hated you for it, if I'm being honest. I really did. And I never thought in all my life that he would actually let me—"

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.