Romance: Bad Boss: Billionaire Romance Boxed Set

by Lex, Stephanie

  He said good morning. I replied back, telling him that my morning was one of the very first ranks. When he asked why, I handed him the paper, which was written in block letters, showing my grimness to the matter.

  He took it very fast, because he could realize what it was all about. He was smart. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t have that Ferrari sitting in the front of the building. Or that Armani suit that was falling perfectly on his fit body.

  But I had to stay focused, because the last thing I wanted was for him to become aware of my admiration towards him. I was kind of thinking that I was different from the other girls who were swarming around him. I wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction so I was holding myself to the ground.

  But what was he doing? He was chunking my paper while I was extremely confused. Was he against it?

  He wouldn’t accept it, what the hell?

  Chapter 2

  He asked me to sit down and have a little chat. I sat in front of his office desk and he was sitting in his huge leather armchair, slowly leaning back, giving me the under the eyes look and making me feel really stupid.

  God damn it! He was still intimidating me with his style and I hated that about me. It was only in his presence that I was feeling the angst and the heartstrings, and it all started years ago, when I was still a child.

  He marked my childhood, as his presence in our house was one of the few things I remember. I was even hiding behind the big doors just to watch him do normal gestures, which were like wonders to me.

  Back in that particular moment, I was eager to find out what was going on, but in the same time…I was having a moment right there, in his presence. It was just us, without our fathers or academic dinners and discussions.

  At first, he told me that he was really tired. That all the mess he created with the hiring and firing secretaries was making him feel uncomfortable and that he had decided to keep me in the position, for a long, but determined period.

  I was about to stay there and work for him until he would personally communicate my father my gained skills and responsibility. Of course, I jumped off the chair and almost hit the ceiling. I wasn’t about to allow that.

  I had plans and things to do and working for him, despite his good looks, wasn’t an option. Anyway, the chance of a possible “me and him” situation was out of any discussion because like I had always believed, I was sure that he wasn’t about to change his attitude or to settle down with a woman, ever. And my intentions of being maybe the 215th woman in his life were minimal.

  He was trying to calm me down. Maybe because he was really surprised of my reaction, not seeing it happen as he used to know me as a little and innocent girl. Well, that little girl was a grown up woman and she wasn’t about to accept the situation! But he was so good with women!

  Without even notice, when he came near me, really close, grabbed my shoulder and gave me the dog-eyes look, asking me to stay, I instantly softened.

  The part of me that was liking him from the first moment was pushing me to accept. But the rebel and wild part of me was forcing me to make a stand to his desires.

  He admitted that he needed me there, and for the first time in one week, he even told me that I was the best he had, and that he felt that I was smart and eager to learn.

  In fact, I wasn’t. I just wanted my father to let me be, but those were his ways to intimidate a girl.

  Maybe it used to work with the bunch of crazy chicks that were coming to the office everyday under different excuses just to see him, hoping that someday they would pass from the sex-friend status to the wife one.

  I gathered all my senses and refused what for him seemed to be the best offer. No, I wasn’t willing to please this man, under no circumstance.

  When he saw that his technique wasn’t working, he dared me! He dared me to sign a one-year contract, as he didn’t believe that I was capable of risking that much. He dared me to work with him and for him for 12 months, telling me that I was too weak to accept that.

  I asked what I would receive in return, and he told me that I would get a raise, a desk in his office, the best comments for my father and a date with him. Of course the last one of the “gifts” was making me laugh out loud!

  Who needed a date with him? For what purpose? Just to fall in love with him, get a quick sex and cry over him for a year after? No thanks!

  My laugh made him smile in the corner of his mouth, watching me with certain warmth. He complimented me, by telling me that I had the best and the most colorful laugh he ever heard. Well, I was approximating that he heard about 200, so that was something!

  All the other deals though…were music to my ears. And the fact that he used reverse psychology just to get my attention on the matter…that was clever!

  And it assumed a high effort for his part as he was definitely trying to make me sign the contract and stay. The rebel part of me was getting the adrenaline that all my life was after. It was a challenge, and a big one, but I was about to get out of it triumphant.

  Without giving him any answer, I asked where to sign, keeping a permanent eye contact with him, trying to intimidate the most of the inimitable men that I ever seen.

  He pointed some papers on his desk, I quickly grabbed a pen, and signed the contract.

  He wasn`t expecting it. He wasn’t expecting a girl to have so much nerves to accept one of his challenges and he smiled, looking down and nodding his head like he wanted to say “you naughty girl”.

  Chapter 3

  As I returned that day from the office, I kept thinking how was I about to work 8 hours/day in the same office with my childhood’s crush?

  It was a delight for the sight but still, spending so much time with him was making me think more and more about a falling in love scene, where I was the fallen heroine and he, the eternal playboy.

  To make my life even more exhilarating, I was even thinking about a scenario, where I was the one to seduce him, he was the in-love one, and I was refusing him.

  I was aware of my beauty and I knew no man who wasn’t willing to come to my father’s house and ask for my hand so this idea came in as a good option!

  So I started the conquest plan, of course, keeping high-quality delivered work, as I knew that a woman both beautiful and smart is a lethal weapon. Wearing miniskirts, deep cleavages, soft makeup and a strong attitude got me winning his attention and respect.

  Soon, his rudeness transformed into kindness, his insults transformed into compliments and I found myself doing almost nothing at work, as he was offering to do things himself every time I was complaining of a harder task.

  I knew I had him wanting me in the moment when he refused a girl who was calling him for a wild night, to stay in and work at a project with me.

  We ordered that night some food, we ate on the floor like two crazy teenagers and we didn’t care about anything. I was sticking to my plan but he was revealing as a beautiful person inside, as a warm and capable of love man. So my mission was getting really hard.

  We made jokes, mostly based on our fathers, their ridiculous beards and their strange cigars and I even had him to confess that he liked me too when I was a little girl. That my braided, blonde tails and my rosy cheeks got him intimidated every time he visited.

  After we had a couple of glasses of wine, he revealed that he was the one proposing to my father my employment, because he felt that it was the only way he could get to know me, and he kissed me.

  I answered back, and all my heart and body were forgetting about what I had planned. We got back to work pretending like nothing happened, but I was still able to see the happiness in his eyes.

  I kept thinking that it was some kind of strategy to have me, because we were stuck in a “dog eat dog” situation, and he was aware of it.

  He could tell that I was a simple, young and stupid American girl ready to fall in his arms. I had the same social status, the same wealth, the same beauty and intelligence and I was hard to get.

  When love meets pri
de and elation, an interior fight is on. A fight that beclouds all your senses and sometimes, it gets you away from who you really are.

  I could have loved him from that moment, but I just couldn’t let myself down like that, like I had something to prove!

  But that was just ignorance and obduracy and I was about to find out that when it comes to love, nothing is like that.

  Chapter 4

  The next day, he brought me coffee and even if only 2 months passed out of the one-year contract, he told me that he wanted to give me something.

  I asked what, and he answered. His answer was sad and calm and it made me thoughtful. He was letting me go. He wanted to give me all that he promised when I signed the contract and let me go.

  All of the remaining promises, the date and the good words for my fathers. I accepted and I knew then that I had won. As they say, if you love somebody…let him or her go. And that was what he was doing.

  I dressed for that date like it was the last one of my life. I took care of every single detail, wanting to look perfect for a perfect man.

  He was waiting for me at the table with an arm full of red roses. Our talk was simple, not so loud and funny as it was when we ate that night at the office, and in air there was a heavy pressure.

  The restaurant was located at the first floor of a luxurious hotel, and without having any doubts about it, I made reservations for one room before leaving the house.

  I totally surprised him as he wasn’t expecting me to do that. But hey! Our relationship was based on that… on the unknown and I wasn’t making any discordant note.

  When the dinner was over and he was heading towards the door, I grabbed his hand and took him into the room.

  Champagne was waiting, of course, one of the finest assortments there was, and my dress fell off of my shoulders the minute he closed the door behind him.

  He was abashed but extremely touched by my gesture. He approached and he took some minutes just to contemplate my image. Just to caress my body and to feel every single inch of my skin.

  His kisses were hot and bold, and he was living every feeling that my being was offering me. I took his shirt off, and I wasn’t expecting anything less than a well build body, a perfect glowing skin and a dizzy expensive perfume. I deranged his curly hair with my hand, as I wanted to do that a long time ago, making him smile.

  I kissed him with all my passion, deciding to let myself go and give up the defense. I was ready to love him that night, taking the chance to have a ripped heart the next morning.

  He made love to me in a crazy, dedicated and passionate way. He worshiped each one of my touches, kissing my hand, each one of my kisses, kissing me back with double love, each one of my moans, moaning in the same time with me.

  He treated me with respect, making love to me like in an old romantic movie, with slow motions, making sure I am not hurt whatsoever, giving me a calm but explosive pleasure, making me wanting for more and more. He was gifted at so many levels!

  When we finished, he sat near me, kissed my forehead and thanked me for the moments he had just received.

  I looked at him; I smiled and said that it wasn’t over yet. I wasn’t about to quit my job, to quit him and I encouraged him to arm with patience as he was about to handle me another full 10 months. He got happy as the little boy I used to know, the curly and loud one, the one that I loved and in the same time hated to be around.

  He told me that he loved me, he always would and he always had. That if I accept him, he would give up the unorganized live he was living, that he was willing to be a one-woman man, to care for me and to respect me.

  Of course I accepted, and we made love again. It is incredible how sex can let you know so much about the other person’s feelings and how precise you can tell if it is about real feelings or not.

  For the first time, taking chances was in my favor. And I couldn’t thank dad enough for putting me through this whole adventure that got me the best husband in the world and two perfect kids.

  When you love somebody…let them go. If they return, you will know they will stay forever! And I happily did!

  Possessed By My Boss

  Stephanie Lex

  Chapter One

  I charged through the kitchen door, coming to a sharp halt just before colliding with Hattie the cook. She gave a heavy sigh of relief, the plates of food that she was carrying unspoilt. With a shake of her head and a smile, she passed the food through a hatch to the waiter on the other side.

  “You really should slow down Alice,” Hattie laughed.

  “I know but I’m late to help Dad, and I promised I would be here,” I explained as I slipped from my coat and hung by the door.

  “Yes I know. Your Dad is waiting for you in the trophy room.”

  Flashing Hattie a smile of thanks I headed off to find my Dad. Dad loved working for the Henderson’s, and had done so for many years now. The family were billionaires who resided in a vast mansion at the edge of the small town where we lived. Even though Dad was now old and frail, he still faithfully came to work each day.

  So when I finished at university, I came here to help him. Whether it be cleaning, maintenance, and even mucking out the stables, I was here. My stepmother and stepsister where both lazy and lounged around at home all day even though we needed all the money we could get. We were a poor family, but they believed that they deserved a better lifestyle.

  That was why Dad was so determined not to lose his position with the Henderson’s. It meant a lot to Dad to be able to provide for his family, even though I despaired at how he pampered to their every want.

  Though he had been determined that I attend university. Knowing how much I longed to be a nurse like my mother had been before she was killed in a road traffic accident when I was just four years old.

  I knew that Dad had remarried so that I was taken care of. And I still believed that my stepmother only accepted his proposal thinking that he had some kind of connection to the Henderson’s other than just being in their employ. Perhaps considering that one day my Dad would come into some kind of wealth from them.

  It had been such a relief when I got a scholarship for university, knowing that Dad was concerned about the costs for my education. At least now that was one thing less that he didn’t need to worry about.

  As I opened the door to the trophy room, Dad lifted his head. Giving me a beaming smile as he put down the silverware that he was polishing. I ran into his arms, hugging him tightly. Although I had only seen him this morning, I loved this time alone with Dad.

  Joining Dad with a trophy in hand, we both began the arduous task of shining the numerous items in the room. There were various sporting trophies which filled a glass cabinet along one wall. Once these were buffed and polished, we would move on to the other expensive ornaments that adorned the room.

  “So, how have things been here today?” I asked.

  “Hectic,” Dad chuckled, “Charles is back from his trip.”

  I groaned and rolled my eyes. Charles was the Henderson’s only child, and he took complete advantage of that fact. He was the son of a billionaire and expected to be treated like royalty wherever he went. Charles didn’t care who he was rude to, or who he offended or hurt.

  There were many tales of him circulating around the town. How he wooed women to his bed, just to reject them the following day. Or there were those who he dated for a while, simply to leave them broken hearted when he grew bored of their company.

  Charles had often caught me alone along one of the halls of the mansion. Putting out his arm to prevent me from passing. Although I kept a smile upon my face, his crudeness made me cringe inwardly. Shaking my head in refusal as he tried to get me to agree to a date with him. Finally relenting once he realized that he could not break my resolve.

  My friends at university thought that I was crazy not to go on a date with Charles. To experience the luxury that he enjoyed every day. Eating at fine restaurants, and staying in fancy hotels. But none of that i
nterested me. I wanted a man to love me for who I was, not because they could shower me with gifts.

  There was also my own self-worth to consider. I didn’t want to be just another of Charles’ conquests. Our date soon becoming the gossip of the town.

  Although I may have a curvy figure, I still believed that I was worth more than a mere one-night stand. And that belief stood for any man, no matter what their bank balance.

  I hadn’t dare to tell anyone in my family of Charles’ advances. Not wanting to upset Dad, and knowing that my stepmother would want me to begin seeing him for her own financial gain. She had often told me that I would end up alone, not as thin and beautiful as her own daughter.

  It was something that I had grown used to over the years. How my stepmother and her daughter teased me and belittled me at any opportunity. Always when Dad was out of earshot. I could have told him many times, but I didn’t want to cause him anymore pain or anguish. Simply waiting patiently for the day when I could afford a place of my own.

  The door to the room opened, and I was shocked to see Charles standing there. His skin was tanned from his recent vacation, highlighting the bright blue of his eyes.

  As the day was warm he wore just a pair of shorts, with some flat shoes on his feet. I admired his muscular body as he greeted me and Dad with a smile. The whiteness of his teeth flashing brightly.

  Shaking his hand politely, I returned Charles’ smile. Catching his brief wink once my Dad had turned away. My cheeks flushed hotly as I lowered my gaze. Though I knew of Charles’ reputation, it didn’t stop me from finding him attractive. With his defined chiseled features, he was very handsome and many women swooned when he paid them attention.

  After Charles had left the room, I continued with my work. And though I hated to admit it my mind began to wonder to thoughts of him. Considering what it would be like to go on a date with him. About the man beneath the dollar signs.