Wife With Boss Novels & Stories

Not long after, his wife returned from a business trip, and I breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn't allowed intimacy with my boss to go further; his wife would have caught us, and the situation was bound to end up terribly. “Hey Maya, I am hungry. Any meal ready?” My boss' wife, Clara, told me, and I smiled down at her, trying to push away the guilt that was gnawing in my bones. “Sure ma'am. I will just set the table right away,” I told her, and she patted me on the back. “You are a lifesaver.” I froze at her compliment, the guilt intensifying as I remembered that this lifesaver had felt the urge to ride her husband's cóck in his study.

Becoming one of the youngest CEOs in the Financial District of Manhattan would have been impossible without his mentorship and Theo will always be grateful for that. However, he was disappointed by his boss's impulsive marriage that summer. Robert Aldridge's bride was young enough to be his daughter, even younger than Theo. According to her behavior at the wedding ceremony, she seemed to be an arrogant and pretentious woman. Leaving Theo puzzled about how his boss could have fallen for her. The newly married couple has been managing their company together for more than two months. Theo is no longer willing about these biweekly meetings due to his boss’s wife and her haunting demeanor.

Suddenly I blushed at what he said. “It’s always you, my wife. And don’t mind the people around you. The important thing is, 'You and I'.” He really doesn’t care about those who glance at us. He even pulled me closer to him and I just followed his wishes. Yeah, after all, he is not just my boss, but he's also my husband. Until the song ends and I am delivered by Magnus at the table where my colleagues at. “Thanks, Ms. Palmer, see you around later.” he even winked at me. “Guys, enjoy the night and the party,” he glanced at my colleagues at the same time.

Denver then smiled, wickedly. “I am not fond of having sex on a chair. It makes me uncomfortable and my hips hurt as well.” He had that masculine, brute smile again. “Well, at least I now know.” “I thought it’s not included in my job requirements.” “Since when a wife doesn’t fucked her husband.” “But this is a job—” “Exactly. In fact, you should do better since it’s your job as a hired wife.” Their eyes met. ‘Shit!’ Wisdom cursed in her own mind.

No doubt scared out of her mind, but I swore tonight would be the only time Carter would put her in a cell, would take her from me. It was 4 a.m., and something in my gut twisted. Things were taking too long. It was all moving too slowly. The policeman behind the desk was drinking a fucking cup of tea and had dunked his sixth biscuit like this was another slow Tuesday whilst my wife was behind bars for something she didn't fucking do.

"Must be convenient, having your wife work at your company. Built-in dinner conversation." "It's not about convenience." "No?" He addressed his ball. "Then what is it about?" "She earned her promotion." "I didn't say she didn't." He swung, his drive perfect as always. "Just commenting on the optics." Grandfather wheeled forward. "Optics? What optics?" "Nothing," I said firmly. "James is just making conversation." "Doesn't sound like nothing." Grandfather looked between us. "Spit it out, Westbrook." James shrugged. "Just that people talk. Beautiful woman marries the CEO, gets promoted almost immediately. Some might call it nepotism."

_Fire 200. He played a video from one of the new hires on LinkedIn. The woman was crying and saying, “I thought I lost everything. Carter Holdings called me today.” Adrian closed his laptop. He said to the room, “She’s better at this than I thought.” ---

I loved my job because it gave me time to learn other skills and carry out other little tasks for which I got paid. The unexpected happened that morning. I got to my place of work as usual and started with the cleaning. Unfortunately for me, my boss's husband was around. He mentioned something about being on a break. I ignored him and went about my work. I had finished cleaning the living room and was headed for the dining room when he suddenly grabbed my arse from behind. I dropped the equipment and with a swift twirl, I slapped him hard across the face. It was at that same moment my boss entered the living room. "What's going on here?" She asked. Her curious eyes moved from me to her husba

“You’ve been rude to me all morning. What did I do to you, Willis? I thought we were friends.” “We aren’t friends, ma’am. You’re my boss’s ex-wife.” “Ex-wife? Ex-wife?” I repeated, frustration building on my insides. “How many of you knew we were married? Did you know? Did he introduce me to you as his wife?” “I’m not obligated to answer your questions, ma’am. I’ll leave the papers with you.” “And go where?” “Your bags need to packed, don’t they?” “Willis, talk to me for a second. What’s going on?”

I screamed at her before she could complete her statement the anguish that I felt was beyond me, she felt scared and left me alone, my husband walked in, he must have heard me scream but as usual, he stared into my eyes from a distance, he was very much disappointed in me but said nothing. "venting your anger on her won't help you Rose, face your mistakes, and this would be the last time you would speak rudely to my workers, you don't pay them and you have no right upon them. They only serve you because of me"