You Re Not My Boss Novels & Stories

I jumped up from the chair, my arms dropping on either side of my body. “What?” “You can't.” “Yes, I can. I'm the boss.”

I said, keeping my voice steady but cold, “you should talk to the boss directly.” Her eyebrows shot up like she couldn’t believe I just said that. I added, “I’m using my own salary. Not your money. So why are you so bothered? Or do you think the boss belongs to you?” That shut her up for a second. Her jaw clenched, and her eyes narrowed. The look on her face told me everything. Maybe that was it. Maybe she did think the boss was hers like some prize she didn’t want anyone else to touch. But I wasn’t here to fight over a man. I was here to work and survive.

“Do you realize you never called me sir, even though I am your boss?” “Technically, you are not my boss. You are just the CEO of the company I work for now. And I did call you sir, the day I found out you were the CEO,” I recall how I wanted the ground to swallow him whole when I found out he was my CEO, and he loved it more than anything. “Oh, that’s true, and I can remember how much I loved it. You sounded so beautiful calling me ‘SIR’, and I am your boss’s, boss’s, boss’s, boss, so I am still your boss.”

She works for me, and I am her boss. I sternly corrected her, "Employees don't talk with their boss like that." Vanessa responded with an astonished "Ohhh." I said, "You are working for me, I'm the boss, so please behave like an employee." "We are in your workplace, which has a nice environment, and I am worried about you because we are friends. Besides, the boss can be friends with her staff, right?" My eyes were still fixed on the folders, but I nodded anyhow. "But not to you," I say.

She snapped her finger. “You don’t know, but I have very bad mood swings!” He shrugged his shoulders. “But your mood swings won’t win over me!” She acted while placing both hands on her waist. He scoffed while nodding his head, and she laughed. “Boss, are you fine?" She inquired while scanning his face. “Yes, I am fine!” He said this while placing his hand in his pocket. “One more thing, don’t call me boss—we are not in an employee-employer relationship anymore!” He said everything in one breath.

It's just he didn't even tell me his name. —How strange, they didn't tell me anything about someone coming today. "Eh, well, I don't know, maybe you do ask him." “I can't bother the boss with nonsense. Go bother somewhere else. I screwed up my face at his attitude. "You don't have to be so rude," I demanded. "I don't think the boss told you to come if you don't even know who you're coming to see." "Well, it's not my fault I forgot to ask her name." I rolled my eyes and sighed deeply. I won't be begging either— Anyway, thanks for nothing.

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.

The bastard is trying to mess with my head. "Ha ha, real cute boss. Way to pretend to be so innocent. I didn't use you. You used me! I didn't ask for this. So now that you got it out of the system, just leave me alone for the love of God," I declared. "As you wish. I won't push you any farther. I'd hate to lose a good employee," he smirked.

And after getting my life together and applying for a bigger job, I thought fate was finally working hand in hand with me. Till boom—I crossed paths with him, and then the next minute, he was my boss. I know it’s been six years since that crazy event, and I should be moving on, especially since he didn’t recognize me. But sadly, I couldn’t do anything about the pent-up anger I’d kept hidden for this long. Buzzz… My phone rang, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. I looked to see who it was, and Annie’s name flashed across the screen.