The Insufferable Boss And I Novels & Stories

As much as my pride told me to take it and leave, I couldn't let my body suffer right after I came replenishing it from Maldives. So I tried to reason, "Umm… Actually, Boss, I just came back from a long trip—" "Sorry, is that my concern?" he interrupted, his tone sharp. I bit my lip, feeling my frustration rise. "I mean—" "I am your boss, Liana. I don't have to be concerned where you were or what you were doing. I want my work done," he said, his words cold and final. I understood then that there was no point in arguing with him. He was clearly bitter about the rejection, and I had no doubt he would only make things harder for me if I pushed back.

Well fuck you and your unreadable fucking expression, son of a bitch . Did you at least read up, or rather browse on things personal assistants do in companies? He asked in a mockery laced voice, and I clinged my fists to suppress my rage. This guy was practically getting on my nerves by insulting me this much because he obviously has an edge over me, but I wasn’t going down without a fight. I’m afraid not sir, I was hoping that my boss was competent enough to guild me through the process, or perhaps I was wrong. I said with a straight face, and for fucks sake, the idiot of a boss smirked, he fucking smirked.

The only problem, my boss was someone that I cannot stand for 5 minutes before I was throwing insults at him. Lord, give me strength.

“I’m here because we think you’re reasonable.” “Last time I checked, I’m not an errand boy for the Syndicate that lures women and kids just to end up selling them. And I don’t suck my bosses dick for a fucking promotion.” I snarl, my anger beginning to rise. Carson scowls, clearly offended at my words. He wouldn’t be offended if it wasn’t true. He did suck his bosses dick. If I didn’t eat a delicious meal this morning I’d have even showed him the video. “Listen to me you fucking-“ he points a finger.

Danny replied with his voice quieter and almost hesitant. “As my what? What did you just say?” I cut in with a voice laced with bitterness, and I concluded with sarcastic laughter. “As my boss? The one who was always there just to tell me what to do, to make me feel guilty for things that weren’t even my fault? Is that the meaning of boss?” My hands clenched beside me. “I don't need you as a wall to just stand beside me and you can stop sponsoring me if you like.”

Looks like I will have to teach these simpletons a lesson. “Frankly guys, I feel a little bit offended. You waltz in here in the middle of the night with your guns, walking around like you own the place. You throw around orders and terrorise my staff. You shoot at me in my own home. Who is in charge of this little stunt? Where is your boss?” I ask. I wait, but I am literally met with just the sound of crickets chirping softly in the bushes.

“How was your day?” I squinted at him. “How does my condition make you think it went?” He gave me a look, the kind only brothers could master—equal parts sarcasm and concern. “Pretty bad,” he said, scrunching his nose. I sighed, propping my chin on my hand. “My boss is an asshole.” “Ah. There it is.” “Capital A Asshole. Arrogant. Moody. Probably sold his soul to the devil in exchange for that stupid jawline.”

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.

“You need this day, you know.” “I know,” I murmured, my voice softer than I intended. “No spying. No scandal. No creepy, over-involved boss with emotionally repressed rage. Just two hot women with money and trauma.” I laughed, genuinely laughed. “Why does everything sound better when you put it like that?” “Because I’m brilliant, obviously.”

I don't want to conclude yet, but my guts are never wrong. This man, my boss. Javan Torres. He is fucking creepy.