Novel & Cerita Where The Hell Is The Boss

I stayed quiet, my fingers tapping nervously on my bag. When the car finally slowed and stopped in front of my apartment building, relief washed over me for half a second. I reached for the door handle. “Wait,” I said, frowning. “I never gave you the exact building number. How did you know to stop right here?” The driver turned around slowly in his seat. His thin lips stretched into a smirk that made my stomach tighten. His scarred face looked even more menacing under the dim streetlight coming through the window. “The boss says you need to make Ryder reveal his true form,” he said, his voice low and rough. “And that pretty little thing around your neck belongs to him.”

"Let me see you climb. Let me see you get close." I was climbing fast. Too fast. The edge rushed toward me— I stopped. Yanked my hand away. One. I grabbed my phone. Typed with trembling fingers: Edge one. Stopped just in time. God, Sir, I'm so wet. Good. Describe the fantasy. Who's watching you? My boss, I admitted. I keep imagining it's him. And what is he doing? Sitting in a chair. Watching. Telling me what to do. Is he touching himself?

“You did not!” “I did.” “With who?!” I ran a hand through my hair. “That’s where it gets complicated.” “Complicated how?” I looked at her. “The man from last night…” I paused. “…is Adrian Volkov.” “SHUT UP!” “I’m serious.” Vee jumped to her feet. “The Adrian Volkov? Billionaire? Face card never declines? That Adrian?!” “The same one.” “Oh my God,” she gasped, pacing. “Oh my God, oh my God. Wait, so you’re telling me you went to a club, had a one-night stand with a literal billionaire and then walked into your interview only to see he’s your boss?!”

Someone who could possibly have a dangerous weapon on him and might end up doing horrible things to me? Knowing that I was only procrastinating from the worst, I opened my eyes to the shocking realization that it wasn't a burglar, but my boss, Nathan Synclair, sitting on a chair by the bed and taking on his phone. Correction, yelling on his phone. Even in a wrinkled blue shirt and grey tailored pants; disheveled short black hair and electric blue eyes, he had the power to wreck havoc to my senses, and even in my sleep induced jumbled state of mind, I was glad to see him by my side. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t making much sense right now, otherwise, why on earth would I be glad to see my bully-b

" Who is the boss? Where is the headquarters?" " The boss? I have no damn idea about that. I don't even think anyone knows him. There might not even be any boss. And as for a headquarters, I have never been there. " " Come on. There should be a boss in such an organization." " Yes. You are right. I think a group of people are doing this. And there may be no boss amongst them. The boss has only been rumored. " " Rumored?" Agent Rich asked. " Can you explain that?"

I ran home. Okay, not literally. I hopped inside a cab and told him to drive faster. I can't believe I totally embarrassed myself in front of my boss. "I'm back!" I yelled after arriving at the apartment. No answer. Mark must've left already. I felt bad for him. Poor guy must be tired of my bullshit. I decided just to sit down and watch TV. I turn on the entertainment news channel, and there he was, Mr. Boss man, right there inside the TV screen looking dashing as always. Seriously? It's like I can't escape him. He is on TV too. But why was he on TV?

Louis! "Hey there. What's the doing?" I asked with a chirpy voice. "The bosses want to meet with you." He said with a very suspicious smile. "Oookay? Am I missing out on something?" I asked with a cocked brow. "That's not my place to tell. They are still in the lounge waiting for you." He replied. "Oh? I'll be there in 5 seconds." I dismissed him with a smile. Didn't they have meetings to attend? What did they want to see me for? I composed myself and left my office.

Nothing, just to make sure, this is real and not a dream. "Your cheek is turning red!" Señorito added in a still annoyed voice. "It's okay Señorito, I just want to make sure I'm really awake and it's not all a dream." "Of course, you are no f cking dreaming. Where the hell are you getting those thoughts?!" If you're the boss, you want to win your personal maid. The only thing that can be called ownership is a few pieces of clothing. My parents and I don't have our own land, so I don't know why, you want me to be your girlfriend."

Sky became overprotective after that night. He was even opposed to the idea of me going back to my work the next morning. Because, as he said, I need to replenish my energy that I exerted from that steamy night with him. I called to my boss to inform her that I will be taking a leave for today. Despite being embarrassed about informing boss about my reason, I cannot help it since as much as possible, I want to be honest to my work. I explained what happened to boss in the most concise way I could with some of the details left out on purpose. It was a good thing that our manager is kind towards the shop's employees as she texted me with understood.

Finally, Adrian exhaled slowly, like he was releasing something he'd been holding onto. "Fine." I blinked. "Fine?" "You want to face them?" "Yes." His hand reached out and found mine. "Then I'll be beside you." I shook my head. "No." His eyes sharpened. "No?" "I want you beside me because you're my boss. Because you're fighting this with the entire weight of your company behind you." I squeezed his hand, then released it. "Not because you think you have to protect me." Something shifted in his expression, but I couldn't read it. He looked away for a moment, his jaw working silently. Then he nodded.