Wake Up Boss Novels & Stories

I really don't want to see her these days. I get to the office and no one's here yet, which is good. I can catch up on some sleep. I enter my office and close my door tightly. I'm going to sleep a little. Someone wakes me up, tapping me on the shoulder. I quickly open my eyes and sit up. I see my boss standing in front of me. I wonder if I'm cursed. Since when does she visit employees' offices? I'm sure I'll be fired this morning. - Tell me, sir, is this a hotel?

I woke up to remind myself of how busy the day and week will be for me and the men at work, excluding the Boss whose job is to give his orders and smoke from the pipe he always held, watching us do according to his bidding. "Good morning," I greeted Scarlett when I jumped out of bed. She simply nodded, as usual, watching me go into the bathroom. I scrubbed my body than the normal way, fear tickled me and I imagined the warehouse getting screwed up, maybe someday. "Nothing lasts forever, it just takes some time," people would say, including Boss, owner of the warehouse.

Soon, sleep swept me away and I found myself in a sweet but very unrealistic dream; one where everything was normal. It was one where no one was dead. Everything was perfect and back to normal. But of course, I had to pull back into reality. “Wake up,” The voice echoed. I groaned, slowly opening my eyes until my vision cleared and I saw the guard over me. “The Boss is here, and she wants to see you. And trust me, she’s not Cassie.” He laughed to himself. My body ached, especially my head. I felt so tired even though I had slept for god knows how many hours.

he asked, genuine concern evident in his eyes. I nodded with a slight pout. "You should catch some sleep at the breakroom today," he suggested, his voice gentle. I couldn't help but tease him in response. "Wow, the boss is telling me that? You sure are partial." "Well, would you rather be in my bad book then?" he countered playfully. I chuckled, shaking my head. "Nope, Boss. I wouldn't have it any other way." ### As I drifted off into a much-needed nap in the breakroom, I was abruptly awoken by Sara's unexpected presence, which had been subtle, but I was able to smell her perfume as soon as she stepped inside.

Last night was one wild sex Lucas enjoyed, and he wished he could do it all over again. But Lucas had to wake from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open and he caught sight of the very man from his memory. Boss. He was standing before Lucas, wearing his Rolex wrist watch, his lips curling up into a smile when he saw Lucas stir. "I'm glad you're awake," Boss said. To that, Lucas yawned, gathering up the duvets as he sat up.

I muttered. I had barely pushed myself to my feet when the doorbell rang. "Is he back already?" I walked toward the door. Then, just as my fingers wrapped around the handle, it hit me. Ethan wouldn't ring the doorbell to his own apartment. My stomach tightened. It was too late to pretend I hadn't heard it. I turned the handle and pulled the door open. And standing on the other side was none other than my boss. Adrian fucking Beaumont.

Giggling at myself, I take another sip of my water. "Miss Jones." Shit! The water forgets its downward trajectory as I cough and nearly spit. Fuck! He isn't in my imagination. I was actually fantasizing over and ogling the real him—my real boss. Before I can respond, Mr. Willis gestures toward the empty barstool beside me. "May I?" My head bobs before my lips move. "Y-yes." "I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to say something before we return to the office tomorrow."

“I know you're wet in your panties right now, don't lie, Liv," my boss said as he leaned forward. I could smell his aftershave and his breath fanned my face. His eyes were hard and somehow Olivia could see desire in them. Was it because she'd just walked in on him trying to get some? “What? No," she croaked, mortified and jerked back, looking at everywhere but him. “Then why did you open the bathroom door when you knew I was inside," he asked, his tone husky.

"I’ll send my CV to your email before you even finish your coffee. Don't let that seat get warm." ‎Then she wiggles her eyebrows, mischievously. "Wait, is this the same HR boss you told me about? The one who likes eating your ass with organic honey on Friday nights?" Anna bursts out laughing, not even trying to deny it. "Yes, goddammit! And for the record, I taste like a goddamn dream. Don’t judge the hustle." "Judge? Girl, I’m impressed," Jessica laughs. "But seriously, where is the work ethic? She’s your boss!" She clutches her chest in mock horror.

Her boss nodded. “Okay, I understand, Anna. No problem. We’ll go and just call it a pre-planning session. It’s as good an excuse as any to relax and recharge. But if you land this account… WHEN you land this account, just be prepared for a victory celebration to end all victory celebrations.” Annalise grinned. “Oh, I can’t wait, boss. I’ll totally hold you to it.” “You betcha! Take care. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Elaine turned to go but stopped and faced Annalise once more.