Wake Up Boss Novels & Stories

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.

His mind fuddled along. "Come along, Mr McCall—try to open your eyes for me!" A voice infinitely less soft and sweet was speaking to him again. A bossy kind of voice. "Come along, Mr McCall—open your eyes." With an effort, he obeyed—only to have Bossy-voice shine some God-forsaken light in them. If he could have groaned, he would have done, but his vocal cords seemed to have let him down. "Yes, he’s conscious."

I took a deep breath as I prepared to drop the climax of my story. “She mentioned something about girls that sleep with their bosses for money." The moment I said the words, he sat up from under me, making me sit up as well. "She did what?" “And that's not all," my eyes met the puzzled, worried look he gave me. “She had given me orange juice earlier, waiting until I was taking a sip before she said what she said,” I rambled with so much disgust, not taking my eyes off his. "And then when I choked, she and the other maids laughed at me.”

The pressure that man exerted was overwhelming. “How does he expect me to guess when he wakes up?” I muttered, heading to the kitchen to grab the Boss’s breakfast cart. “The only way would be to camp outside his bedroom.” I returned to the office; the door was open, so I entered silently and began setting up the breakfast table. Cassian and Harry were so focused that they didn’t notice me. I gave a light cough to get their attention. “What do you need me to do now, sir?” I asked, looking directly at Cassian. A sly smile curved his lips as he approached the table, picking up a piece of toast, biting it slowly, and licking his lips.

"Hey, stop it! I'm going to mini market for a moment, you can wait here!" "Wa ... wait a minute, Boss! ehm ... how about if I come? I can help carry your things!" "No, that's not necessary!" he said, trying to avoid physical contact with me. "It's okay, Boss! I'll ..." "No! and stop calling me boss. Do you understand?" he said holding back annoyed. "Ok, Boss!" "Agh...!" ***

" With a worried face, she looked at him. 'Is he firing me or something? I never recall doing work against his orders and in fact, I didn't diligently. That shouldn't be the case, right? Boss is not firing me or something right?' Her heartbeat is starting to rapidly pump at its original pace, she is confused and worried. "Tell them to go home and enjoy this time for their family. Stop their work and come back... tomorrow, yeah that's it." She blinked her eyes for a couple of times before regaining her posture. "Haha... You are joking, right? Sir? That's... Funny haha" Her thoughts are now completely broken. With her hands getting moist, her thoughts started to run wild again. 'Why did this w

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.

Now just imagine, how would it keep you fit if you sleep at Three in night, and wake up at Six in the morning? Irritating! Right! And just think from a teenager's perspective, who was locked in those sexy arms of his girlfriend for most of the night. Then certainly, can you even blame that guy for not waking up early after such a hot night at his girlfriend's place, err now ex girlfriend's place. But yet as this blasting music pierced in my ears, I so felt the need to beat the shit out of the person who dared to disturb my slumber. And who else it can be other than my annoying, frustrating yet adorable younger brother, Josh Price.

Scofield says and I groan. I look around for what I could possibly use to wake him up without bashing his head in. I see a bottle of water on the table and I thank the moon goddess. I walk to the table and I grab a cup on the side and turn over the bottle filling the cup up, before throwing the cold water across his face. He immediately wakes up sputtering, and when he looks around to check where he is, I see dread fill his eyes. "yes that wasn't a dream, tell us about your boss" I say and he starts talking.

“No, of course not.” “Then what the hell is my new screensaver?” I demand to know. I almost stomp my phone like Natalie had at the pool but manage to hold back. I shove my newly fixed phone toward my boss, breathing heavily with frustration. There he is, on my screen, looking like one of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen. “How’d that get there?” He asks with mock sincerity. My boss examines it, going, “hmm,” every ten or so seconds as he stares into the soul of my phone. What’s going on here?