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 Sara, I am hungry. Any meal ready?" My Boss's wife, Anita, 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 cock in his study.

Another bidder. “Eleven million dollars, five hundred thousand." A man with a fully grown mustache that would make you mistake him for an Indian said, and I saw a woman smile at him as she placed her hand over his shoulder. She was his wife, there was no doubt about that. “Looks like the main character is about to enter the stage." Tom's voice was barely audible, but we all turned to him at the table, and Jane nodded. “I could not agree less." She supported.

I shot back, stepping closer so my arm brushed hers. “Your husband’s a lucky man. But the way you’re looking at me right now… makes me think you might be bored with lucky.” She laughed soft and throaty, her fingers grazing my wrist like an accident. “Bored? Honey, I’m starving. He’s all talk about mergers and power plays, but at home? Let’s just say I’ve been handling things myself a lot lately.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, hot against my ear. “You ever wonder what it’d feel like to bend the boss’s wife over his own desk? Because I have. Tonight’s got me thinking dirty thoughts about ambitious young cocks like yours stretching places they shouldn’t.”

“Because I was the woman. Because I earned less. Because I was the one expected to ‘understand’ and ‘support’ you.” She stopped and faced him fully. “You remember how we argued about it?” A flicker crossed his eyes. “You begged,” she continued. “You pleaded. You told me to see reason. You promised me things.” Her voice hardened slightly. “You said you would make me my own boss. That you would fund whatever business I wanted to do. That I wouldn’t lose anything.” A pause. “So I quit.” Silence. “Then we got married,” she went on. “And almost immediately… you changed.”

I felt uncomfortable due to the fact the guy is watching us. “This is my wife, Camille. Camille, meet my boss, Harry. The Ceo of the company I work with” I suddenly went numb. Are you kidding me?! The man I had sex with few days ago is my husband boss. How come I don’t know this? ***how are you suppose to know? Do you work in the same place with your husband** that was my subconscious again. “Camille” Asher’s voice lapse me back into consciousness. “Yeah?”

If what kind of a mistake have I ever done in order for him just to hide me as a wife, but until now the answer remains blank. I was back in my sense when his door suddenly opened. He stood and stared at me seriously while wearing nothing other than his boxer shorts. I immediately took my eyes off of him and then continued walking. Even before I could get away I heard him call his men and ordered to dispatch the woman he had slept with. I laughed softly as I walked down the stairs. Yes, it is also not new to me to hear such a command from him. He is a mafia boss after all, a ruthless one. And I, Jazzie Zamora, am his wife.

He wondered if there was a glint of pain in her eyes, but when he looked again, she still had the same annoyed, ironic look of the woman he'd married. Anger cut at him for her ability to constantly make him feel uneasy. He didn't say anything wrong. She was married for money, and freely admitted it. Why did she have to pretend to be the innocent victim in this whole mess? He forced himself to put the thought of his wife out of his mind and focus on the group of businessmen surrounding Hyoshi Komo. Eric felt an important factor in securing this Japanese man's vote. Interest. Make it fun for Hyoshi Komo, and Eric will get the job.

When I reviewed the resumes of new applicants for the secretary position, the third-ranking position in my company, a name that disgusted me suddenly caught my eye. Just seeing her name made my blood boil, wanting to hurt her endlessly. Just her name alone makes me clench my fists, what more when I see her in person? She is unaware that I will be her boss for life in my company. I smirked as a plan formed in my mind. It’s time to get back at her for what she did to me. A cheating wife. Not only that, a gold digger. She becomes arrogant when she has a lot of money. I wish I could slap her with my billion dollars, not just dollars but my possessions, a mansion, a business, a car, everything.

I only returned to normal when I saw Emma with two more women. "Take the girl for a bath!" she said. "Ma'am, I can't do that!" he replied honestly. "Your boss won't know, Luke; take her!" she insisted. "Come on, Emily!" Luke picked me up and we left the kitchen. "Aren't you afraid of bathing your boss's wife?" I asked curiously. "I'm afraid of the housekeeper; everyone says she's a witch, a disgusting sorceress..." he mocked, and I laughed for the first time.

“Are you in the office? I'm somewhere close to your office.” “No!” I exclaimed, then hung up. She called again, but I ignored her. I don't even want to see Nancy or want any trouble from her. I just wanted to see Camilla and make sure she's fine. I was unable to concentrate at work and transferred my annoyance to almost everyone that came my way. Two hours turned to five hours before I received a call from Jackson. “Boss, your wife is no more in Sun City, sir!” “What do you mean by that?” I yelled angrily.