You Re Not My Boss Novels & Stories

he replied coldly. "I swear I had no idea she would believe it. It was just a joke." He sighed, shaking his head in disagreement. "What the hell made you want to make up a story like that?" he almost shouted. "Just because we were childhood friends doesn't mean you have the right to say things like that about me. You don't know how much that puts my image at risk. Alice could easily believe what you said and expose it to the world. And you know what would happen? It would fuck up all the hard work I've done!" His face was so red that I swore he was going to explode with anger. "And in the end, I'm your boss! You should respect me!"

Where are you going to Matteo looking like that? "With you. No one dare messes with my Serena. All for one, one for all. Hey! You're still the boss of Italy, no dog can take that from you" " Thanks. But you ain't coming" " We make a great team" " I can't let you take this Mafia path. It's bloody" " Then let's swim in the bloody pool boss" " Fine." " Good. Now let's get going". " Hey.. you're not the boss of me. I Am The Boss" I smiled.

"I have pending work. Stop wasting my time. You’re not my boss yet as far as I know." Outwardly, I sounded whole and dignified. Inside, I was trembling. If Andrew managed to buy those shares, he would be the majority owner of this company. He would also become my boss, and I knew he would end up firing me. I would be left without a job. It would be my end. "Your father wants to have lunch with you and Amanda," he informed me from behind. I froze at that information. He walked past me, satisfied. "You won’t be able to refuse this time. That is your current boss," he mocked as he walked past me and left the room.

he told me and twitched his lips. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "The money is in my bag. Or shall I just take my card?" He retorted, "That won't be needed as well." His short and unclear responses were confusing me more, so I questioned, "Why not?" "Because I am your boss and you don't have to pay when I am with you," he answered simply as if he took the responsibility of raising me. "That's okay but I believe in paying for my lunch. I don't like to be dependent on someone else," I said with a smile.

“You’re more shameless than anyone else here. You have no right to tell me to back off from him.” “Fine,” I said coldly, my decision made. “But I am your boss to an extent in the company. And you’re fired.”

she says once again, sounding more agitated by the passing second while ushering me in the direction of the dining room. “ You wouldn’t want to irritate your bosses." My said bosses are some of the most intimidating people that you might ever get to meet. I don’t say this because I have seen them get furious and lash out at people, even though I have. I’m saying this because they are some of the most influential people to walk this planet and their aura alone is enough to intimidate you. They belong in the upper echelon of the high class society. They make and destroy people without having to lift a finger or move from their chairs.

“That’s not how you talk to your boss.” I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. "Seriously Nate, I can't keep up with your mood swings. Two weeks ago, I thought we were doing just fine. We weren’t best buddies or anything but I thought we could have a normal boss-employee relationship while leaving the past behind. But after dinner at the restaurant, you did a whole 180° and started being a jerk to me all over again. Even today, you didn't even ask me if I had plans, just ordered me to get here straight or lose my job."

He was wearing his backseat look now his eyes were doing that intense staring thing, his lips were slightly parted and he was running his hand through his hair like he was posing for a Playgirl spread. Then the words poured out... "I. I.. can explain. Crap. I mean..I. I've never done that before...seriously. It wasn't really...well it was me, but it wasn't in a way. Someone else dressed me, I don't even dress like that, so you can't blame me... the real me anyway. Shit. I didn't know who you were; I swear I had no idea that you were my boss. I would never have done that if I'd known. Not that I ever do that! Please don't tell anyone. Please don't tell..." And then I caught myself and stuck m

While I was just leaning on his chest until he spoke. "Would you like to go somewhere else?" Asking that I looked at him. "Is it time for work yet?" He shrugged his shoulders at me, which I think he's trying to say that he doesn't care since he's the boss. "I'm the boss-" What he said made me cringe. "Yes, you are the Boss! But what about me? I am not the boss and then we haven't even talked about my job description yet! I thought you were my personal maid? Why am I wearing corporate attire?" He frowned at my answer.

“I’ll get you something. And before you say I shouldn’t, I will remind you that I am a billionaire. And kind of your boss.” “You are not my boss,” she replied, shaking her head. “I own the building,” he said. “Yes, but you don’t own Coffee Shack. I work for Coffee Shack. You can’t fire me. You can kick my employer out of the building, but you can’t directly fire me. So, you’re not my boss,” she explained. He liked the way she smiled as she said it. “Well, that’s good then,” he smiled. “I don’t have to worry about any of those pesky employee dating rules.”