The Insufferable Boss And I Novels & Stories

The stranger I had a one-night stand with was no other person than my new boss. Fuck!!!!

I couldn't afford to lose this job. "Employees owe conversations to their employers," I said flatly. "You're not the one who hired me, Emma. So, would you kindly get out of my boss's car?" Her face contorted with anger, and for a moment, a flicker of satisfaction sparked within me. "Don't you get it?" she spat. "Sara hired you because she knows about us!" "And if that's true, what's the problem?" I shot back, enjoying her stunned expression. "I need a paycheck—a real job. Not one where sleeping with my boss is part of the job description."

He teased. "No one is an island, you just have to accept the fact that atimes in life you'll need help. So go on, I'm listening." I added, almost in a stern tone. "Are you forgetting something here!" He asked, with a smirk on his face. "What is that?" I asked, pasting a curious look on my face. "The fact that I'm your boss! You seem to have thrown that out the window, when it's not supposed to be the case." He said.

“Yuna, do you really think cozying up to Mr. Scott makes you untouchable?” He sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “Let me tell you something. Dealing with you would be as easy as dealing with this cat. Do you really think anyone would dare challenge me if I killed this thing right now?” I hadn’t expected him to go so far, and a bitter laugh escaped my lips. “Mr. Murray, I think I finally understand why, despite being with this company for so long, you’re still just a manager while others have moved up to vice directors.”

I groaned, grabbed it lazily, and flipped it over to see who the hell was texting me at this hour because I never ever get texts. Shitty Boss: xxx address Of course. My ever-charming, emotionally constipated boss. The man who thought sending his location by this time of the night was an acceptable form of communication. I frowned, staring at the message. It was an address. Which meant tomorrow, I was expected to show up at his place like he asked. I sighed and tossed my phone aside. “Perfect. Just what I needed,” I muttered sarcastically. I felt like crying again. I hated my life. I hated my job. I hated how unlucky I was. And I hated how even in the middle of dying, I still had to work for

“Don’t take it out on me that your boss just slapped you for having no common sense.” The next punch sinks into my stomach, folding me forward until the restraints jerk me back upright. “You’re dying here,” he snarls, spit hitting my cheek. I bark out a laugh. “No, I’m not. Your boss already said it—gotta keep me breathing. And guess what? I’m not giving you shit.” His boss steps forward, his eyes narrowing as he adjusts his cufflinks. “You think I don’t have leverage, Mr. Linville?”

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.

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.

“Jesus! I’ve never met someone as infuriating and stubborn as this woman!” “Looks like you just found your match, boss.”