The Boss's Shotgun Wedding Novels & Stories

Her wide blue eyes looked like a deer caught in headlights, and her pink cheeks made her nothing short of an embarrassed high schooler. Against my better judgement, I found my eyes trailing down her neck, before settling on her cleavage. The line didn't leave much to the imagination, and her perky boobs were strained against the thin layer of cotton she was wearing, and I struggled to figure out if she was stressed or something else. “Did you hear that fellas?” Damien, one of the guys wheezed. “Boss, is getting married! We have a wedding to plan!” Everyone joined in on the laughter again, well everyone except the lady in front of me.

Now I understood why the whole office was buzzing—but it still didn’t explain why. “Do you know the reason?” I asked calmly, my mind drifting again—this time to Adrian. Could this be because of the wedding? No. Adrian didn’t even seem thrilled about it. That couldn’t be it. “Well, guess what,” Kim said, her voice lowering like she was about to spill top-secret gossip. “The boss is getting married. And it’s going to be a double wedding—with his brother.” She took my hands gently and locked eyes with me, hers practically sparkling.

I whispered to him. "How can I not shout?! I didn't even know you were married! What's even more shocking is... You are married to our boss! And it's not just our boss but the owner of the company we are working for! And it's not just the owner! It's the one and only Zachary Levi Esqueza!" My friend whispered excitedly. I was shocked at the moment. I didn't know what to respond. But this was my friend, my bestfriend. Maybe he was the only one whi knew about it?

he said coldly, and his assistant immediately provided them , before adding "Boss, today is your wedding , I don't think you should go in like...."he didn't finish his statement when his eyes met with the cold ones of his boss , making him swallow up the remaining statement.... " Sorry Sir, I think I drank too much, what am I even saying? What wedding,ha ha ha I. must be mad" he said, trying his possible best to dismiss his statement... " Drop your act and give me details of my next meeting " " Bless you sir, thanks, alot, " he bowed 190 degrees to the Earth, but the Cold Man, just walked past, followed by the six big guys... when he regained his senses he ran to him, following right behind

She didn’t dare look back before slipping out the door. *********** “You slept with the boss?” Gianna, Keira’s best friend and co-worker's voice rang through the break room loud enough to turn heads. “Keep your voice down!” Keira hissed, shooting a frantic look around. “It’s bad enough I took advantage of him while he was drugged—I don’t need the whole office knowing.” Gianna’s eyes nearly bulged out of her skull. “He was drugged?!” “Gianna!” “Right, sorry,” she whispered, then leaned in eagerly. “But how the hell did that even happen? I need details. All the details.”

I tell him and gasps sound he is murderous, his hands balled tight into fists. I laugh as his face contorts with rage and I turn and wink with a smile as I walk out of the room. “Bobbi-Jane Costello.” He laughs and I stop in my tracks as it sends a chill down my spine. “See, that’s where you are wrong. You and I will be married. In fact, tiger. We are getting married tomorrow. So you won’t be leaving me anytime soon. Rest amore mio. Tomorrow you will be married and there is nothing you can do to stop it.” I lift the gun and aim at him. When my head spins. My hand trembles and my breathing is erratic. The floor rushes up and I black out.

The reason why I was so disoriented and upset by their wedding announcement. Cass and I had a shotgun wedding at an Elvis chapel in Las Vegas. She’d just shot that asshole Sebastian, and I was afraid she was going to get arrested. So we’d gotten married, so I couldn’t testify in court against her as the only other eye witness in the shooting. Now, don’t get me wrong. It had been a perfect wedding – perfect for us at the time. Intimate, with a touch of humor and so much love. But… It had been a far cry from the wedding of my dreams. In my dreams, Cass and I got married on a tropical beach, the blue water stretched out behind us, the gentle sea breeze blowing through Cass’s loose curls, our ba

I gasp. "I still don't have enough power to go against my grandmother, Secretary Kim. I'm sure you've heard how strict and cold-hearted she is from the other employees, and as her only grandson, even though I'm now the new CEO, I still have a leash around my neck right now. I don't know what she'll do to you, and I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you... so please, I know it's hard for you… But, could you please... marry me? Please marry me, I don't want to lose our baby too."

He looked back at the wedding, a dark, twisted smile touching his lips. "Julian Thorne thinks he’s found peace. But he’s about to find out that when you build an empire on Hope... it only hurts more when it falls." The "Wedding of the Century" ended with a fireworks display that lit up the Atlantic. But as the last spark faded, the countdown to the next disaster had already begun.

one of my men yelled, but it was too late. Gunfire erupted. I dove for Clara, shielding her body with mine as bullets whizzed past. One grazed my arm, burning like fire, but I didn’t stop. I ripped the chains from her wrists with raw strength, the metal snapping under my hands. “I’ve got you,” I said, pulling her close. “I’ve got you, baby. Hold on.” Victor stepped out from the shadows, clapping slowly. “How predictable. The big bad alpha comes running for his little human pet. How sweet.”