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My Boss Is My Tormentor Preface
My Boss Is My Tormentor.Copyright © 2024, A. Gupta. All Rights Reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.**Warning: Unauthorized copying, distribution, or selling of this book is prohibited and subject to legal action.** This book is protected by copyright laws and international treaties. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.Plagiarism and piracy are illegal a
My Boss Is My Tormentor 1. Fûck You
ROSE “Don’t worry, Rose. You’ll get the job, I have a feeling for this one.” Natasha, my best friend said as I parked my beat up fifteen years old civic in front of her office building. “Oh yeah, how do you know that?” I asked her, praying that this time she was right in her intuition. “Well...” She gave me a long look as she said, “Look at you, hotness overloaded. If he doesn’t give you a job on the basis of your talent, I’m sure you’ll melt him from how beautiful you look.” I laughed and yeah, she was right I did feel beautiful. In my black denim skirt that had slit high enough to show my upper thigh which I hadn’t wore since I bought it a year ago on a whim and white silk blouse that hugged me so comfortably, I was confident to say that I looked and felt pretty in that moment. “Thank you,” I said, laughing with her as she opened her side of the door and got out. "Hey," I stopped her, and when she turned around to face me. “I love you,” I said to my best friend as I turned
My Boss Is My Tormentor 2. Send Her in My Room
RYAN I was sitting in my hotel room staring at the dirty piece of paper in my hand, more accurately a dirty résumé. I had already read it sixteen times and I was about to read it again when my best friend, Arjun said, "Stop staring at it, Ryan. It's not like she'll gonna come out of it." But oddly I wanted her to, that is to come, in both senses. I closed my eyes briefly seeing again those big green eyes with a hint of blue in the middle, the time she got all angry when I suggested to give her money, and that cream like slope of her neck flushed with anger a little lighter than her cheeks. I wanted to see how far that flush could go and I can bet it goes to very delicious places and her name it goddamn suits her, Rose. Her lips were exact same as rose petals and when she got them wet with her tongue before mouthing to me. ‘Fûck you.’ My thoughts were interrupted by a tiny voice, "Sir.." She didn't even get the chance to speak her next words before I bellowed on her, "Don't yo
My Boss Is My Tormentor 3. Shall we start?
ROSE I stepped out of the elevator taking in wide foyer of the hotel, I can't imagine what possessed me to do this, I am standing in one of the biggest hotel of Mumbai in black, silk nighty for the job interview. The woman at the reception looked at me like I was some kind of a dirty hooker, and when I asked for the directions she gave me a disgusted look before pointing me towards the elevators. I wasn’t prepared for all of this and then I met a man in the elevator who told me not just a room but Mr. R. K. Johnson has booked the whole floor for todays interview session. He wouldn’t stop blabbering about all the accomplishments Mr Johnson has had in such a short time. I gathered from his unstoppable speech on Mr. Johnson that he was only twenty eight and a billionaire. And, he looked after his father's business, or empire, because there are so many businesses he was associated with. My assumption that he probably got it on a silver platter was disputed by the man, or more accurat
My Boss Is My Tormentor 4. Goodbye
ROSE I curled my hands into fist to stop them from shaking. How could it be possible? I didn't know my bad luck could be this bad. I looked up at him with barely controlled anger and managed to walk to the single seat sofa rather than stomping on the floor. Oh, I know how I controlled that urge. "Well, your résumé?" He asked with a twisted smile, without saying anything to him I dug into Natasha's purse and took out the file that has my documents. I slid the file toward him on the table. This time he didn't say anything, just quietly opened the file. As he scanned it, his expression remained same except the slightest raising of his eyebrows, here and there. I knew what was he seeing. I've many certificates of participation in different activities, seminars and projects that I've done in my college. I was a fresher but not completely inexperienced. "Except your résumé everything seems to be here. And I s
My Boss Is My Tormentor 5. Mr Stalker
ROSE 'Meet us at Rush @ 7:00. Big news.' I stared at the text message from Natasha and wished like hell that I could be able to say no to her. And, you would think after the morning I had, I've all the rights to do so and stay alone at my place while I feel pity for myself. But unfortunately I didn't have such luck, because even if I managed to stay at home, I was sure she’ll end up coming there and then she’ll drag me out to wherever she wants. So, it will much easier to just agree with her. ‘I'll be there. Just don't try to set me up with anyone.’ I texted her back and plopped down on the couch. After 10 minutes of changing channels on the TV, I settled on a music channel and closed my eyes as I recounted today's events. All the things that happened was horrible except that one thing. I knew I shouldn't have given into that kiss like that but the moment his lips touched mine I was a lost cause. A
My Boss Is My Tormentor 6. BOSS
ROSE Ryan Johnson took his time to look at me too. Down and up, his eyes roamed over me like a touch of feather. We stared at each other and it seemed like forever, but I knew it was only a few minutes then the moment was broken by my friend as she came by my side. "Oh my god. It's him." Natasha whispered in my ear but by the look on his face I knew he also heard her. I straightened my back or I tried to with all the alcohol running through my system, ready to grab my friend and leave his vicinity. He was an arsehôle who had insulted me and then kissed me without my permission, and just right now he ordered me on the phone like I was his property. "Hi, we met again." He said, extending his hand toward my best friend, his voice as smooth as silk. She quickly grabbed his hand and shook it, shook it, and shook it some more. I didn't know why I did it but I grabbed her hand and pushed her backward then I s
My Boss Is My Tormentor 7. You're all Mine
ROSE We went to the elevators, there were five of them, I started to enter in the one which was near me but the receptionist who was clearly a hater entered in the other one. I really wanted to stomp my foot at that moment, she was driving me crazy, but I stopped myself. Barely. I glared at her and stood far away from her in the elevator as the door closed. As we reached the thirty-fourth floor, she quickly stepped out of the elevator and went straight to the other receptionist on that floor. This floor was no different from the ground floor, elegant in style as the whole floor seemed to be in three colors that is black, white, and grey. Regardless of the space that offices and cubicles consumed, it still managed to look spacious. Both the receptionists were whispering something but I didn't listen to them because I was busy noticing one very important detail. The colour white. Oh god. He asked me to wear white because every employee there was wearing white. And I, only to spite h
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My Boss Is My Tormentor 43. Shave that sweet pûssy
RYAN Standing at the bedroom door in my apartment, I looked at her. I looked the way she tilted her head to the side, trying to hear something but I had made sure not to make a single peep when I’d entered the apartment. I stayed there and took her in, the way she fidgeted with her fingers almost stopping the flow of the blood, so tightly she was gripping them. Her long dark brown hair cascaded down her back in waves making me want to fist them around my fingers. She was sitting on her haunches, legs folded back and that delectable ass was resting on her calves. Perfect position of a submissive. I don’t think she even realised how much she craved for someone to take care of her, to demand things of her, to control her and guide her. I could only imagine what her childhood had been like. Despite knowing every single detail I still didn’t know absolutely how her mind worked. From my snooping, and let’s just say it, stalking, I had learned that she had been aware from the beginn
My Boss Is My Tormentor 42. Are you Sure?
RYAN “So what was so important at this hour?” Arjun asked as he came sauntering into Rose's apartment. And as he looked around he whistled, “Asshóle, you told me that there was no apartment in this building for sale.” “There wasn’t.” I said, giving him a speaking glance. “Well… it seems she is more important than me,” He replied, almost teasingly, as he settled his laptop on the table and took out all the files that I had demanded. “She is not,” I bit out through clenched teeth. “Yeah, sure. I believe you,” Arjun retorted back, smirking. As much as I wanted to wipe that smile off his face, I needed his help. “I called you because I needed something. Get on with it.” I knew I was being rude, but hell I was fed up with the bullshit that woman was putting me through. Any other woman and I would have tossed her out without a second thought, but she… she’s stuck in my mind, thoughts, my every damn pore. And, I wanted to flush her out of my system as soon as I get her nakéd i
My Boss Is My Tormentor 41. My Property
RYANI wanted to kîll him. Kîll him with my bare hands. And her, on the other hand. God damn it!! I wanted to tie her to my bed and tortûre her till she breaks and promises not to disobey me ever again. As I paced in my condo, the one scene remained on a loop in my mind: when that asshole had said to me that he’d come here for Rose, that he wanted to take her away with him. That he knew she loved him.God… At that moment I didn’t know what I wanted to do more, beat the shît out of him or to just laugh out loud in his goddamn ugly face. I knew that Rose only saw his as her brother, there was no love interest from her side. Sure, she cared for him and loved him, just like a sister would. But, I didn’t have any reason to even give the benefit of doubt to that bastard.My skin was itching, there was a clawing need inside me, urging me to go down there and snatch her away from that bastard's presence. But, I knew if I went down there, then there will be no stopping me from losing my mind
My Boss Is My Tormentor 40. Ryan was right
ROSE I came around the couch and this time sat opposite him, Aditya noticed the distance I put between us but thankfully didn’t say anything. I was still contemplating the words I had heard Ryan speak. What if Adi really have feelings for me? Well, for me he’d always be my brother. “Aditya, what is going on?” I asked him. “How did you get those bruises? And, the loan?” My voice sounded hoarse to my own ears and once again the situation made my eyes wet. Licking his lips nervously, Adi took my hands in his and said, “I don’t know from where to start, Rosie-Rose.” “Start from the beginning?” I asked him, sarcastically, knowing that I sounded bitter at that moment. Heaving out a long breath, Aditya started speaking. “Few years back, during my late night outs with friends, one of my friends took me to this underground club. It was my first time there. And, the place and things that happened there were not of legal kind. Lots of gambling, drúgs and women. The things...” A
My Boss Is My Tormentor 39. Aditya was here
ROSEAs Ryan disappeared inside the bathroom, I jumped out of the bed and noticed the t-shirt that he had brought from the closet. I walked into his closet wanting to have something to wear besides the t-shirt. But, then my perverted head replied, he has already seen you nakéd. Shrugging, I went back to the bed and soon the clothes I was wearing were a pile of heap on the floor. As soon as I slipped the t-shirt over my head, I heard the bathroom door open. I froze, and stood still in just my pantîes and his t-shirt that grazed the bottom of my arse. I could feel his eyes on me and felt the flush rising on my body. The heat from his body warmed me in so many ways as he came closer to me. “You tempt me so much, my lioness.” An involuntary shiver rocked me as his voice floated behind me. His lips almost brushing my ear, his hands came around my waist pulling my hips into his. I felt him harden against my arse and a whimper escaped my lips as he grounded himself into me. My right hand
My Boss Is My Tormentor 38. Hot and Sour
RYAN“You don’t like hot and sour,” Gavin replied to my request. He knew me too well. Damnit!“Yeah. It’s not for me. And, before you ask anything else, don’t. Just bring the damn soup.” I heard him chuckle as I disconnected the call.Sighing out heavily, I got back to work. Hot, spicy and soupy noodles. Yeah, got that. Refusing to go deeper in the sudden need to take care of her. I focused on preparing her meal.Twenty-five minutes later, there was a knock on my door. Perfect timing. The vegetables were chopped. Noodles were ready. I just had to fry them. I opened the door for Gavin, who was smiling that smile which let me know that he knew what was going on or what exactly I was doing. I rolled my eyes as I took the paper bag from him. It was seriously inconvenient, he knew me inside out, the way my parents should’ve known me. But, didn’t.“She okay?” Gavin asked coming behind me in the kitchen.“She will be,” I said, stirring the noodles.“I would’ve bring the noodles too, if you’
My Boss Is My Tormentor 37. Noteworthy First Night
ROSE I put the glass on the floor with my shaky hand. I had learned this the hard way that empty stomach and cold, only made my migraine worse. Whenever it happened, I always ended up in the bathroom puking my guts out as nothing was left in my stomach by that time. And, today with all the other things, I had totally forgotten about food. Since the breakfast with my Pops, I hadn’t eaten anything. By the light outside, I could tell it was almost six in the evening and I really hated the idea of medicine. It was a hard limit for me, they left me witless. In the effects of the pain killers, I really didn’t know what I was doing and didn't remember anything afterwards. “Are you okay?” Ryan crouched down beside me, taking my hand in his as he noticed how badly my hand was shaking. “You’re trembling.” His grey eyes looked concerned. I really liked the way he was holding my hand, but I couldn’t risk it. After swallowing so many times, I pulled up the courage and asked, while praying th
My Boss Is My Tormentor 36. Like he did care
RYAN Rose didn’t listen to me. She was adamant about coming here to her 'so called' brother’s apartment and seeing for herself if he was safe and sound at his home or not. Of course, he wasn’t, Gavin told me that. But, this woman!!! But I was starting to realise she was the most stubborn human on this earth. You’d have a better chance with a toddler to let go of his mother’s breàst but… I stood beside her and as we took the elevator to Aditya’s apartment, I watched her fidgeting with her hands. She was worried for him. She saw him as her brother, but I knew better. In one meeting, I had known that he damn well didn’t see her like a sister. The fûcker has a thing for her. The elevator pinged, indicating our arrival on the fourth floor where the dumb bàstard lived. As soon as the door opened we saw the number of people gathered in the hallway. A gasp escaped her as she gazed out at them. I followed behind her as Rose ran out of the elevator all the way to the apartment in whic
My Boss Is My Tormentor 35. He's my brother
ROSE “Hey, beautiful.” “Hi,” I replied in a high pitched voice, almost certain that he knew what had happened here, and was unable to meet his eyes as I looked anywhere but at him. I was sure I was turning redder than a beetroot, and all the splashing of cold water had gone to waste. Damn it!!! I decided to leave, to get the hell out of there before I did something or said something that will have me suffocating under the blanket of embarrassment, but of course that bastard stopped me. “Miss Rose, we need you here. If you don’t mind, I would like it very much if you can actually do your job for which you were hired.” My steps faltered, the way he emphasized the word job, I was two hundred percent sure he wasn’t referring to a job that needed the skills I’d mentioned in my résumé. And unbidden the images of me on my knees, him standing above me with his hard côck in hand, came flooding back in front of my eyes. I turned around to glare at him, fists clenched by my side and help
