All Chapters of My Hottie Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“THANK YOU, Dad.” I kissed his cheek before waving as I got off his jeep. “Be careful daughter,” he ordered me. “Yes! You too, Dad. Don’t forget to take your medicine.” I waved my hands before turning around to enter the backdoor of a resto-bar. I went straight to the locker room and quickly got dressed, slightly applying lipstick and powder before going out. “Hi, Cherry!” Fernan, the janitor at the bar I work for, greeted me. “Good evening, Fer.” I smiled at him and then continued walking. I went inside while tying my apron, and I slightly adjusted my name pin. “Cherry, one bucket in room five!” Jacky immediately shouted at me when she saw me. “Okay,” I said, turning to Calix, who’s wiping the table. “One bucket, please.” I leaned over the table and simply tucked the hair to my ear as he turned away. He looked at me and dropped the bucket at the counter table while chewing bubble gum in his mouth.

“WHAT THE HECK?!” I shouted loudly, trying to stand up, but he quickly grabbed my waist. “How much do you want just to be with me for tonight?” he whispered to me that pierced my ear. “You’re rude, man!” I said out loud and slapped his face hard. I did not care when the music stopped, and the room fell quiet because of what I did. I stood up and walked away from him. “How could you do that, bitch?!” The man raised his hand and tried to hurt me when someone suddenly intervened between the two of us. My lips parted when I recognized who the man was. “Take off your dirty finger on her or else, I will gonna punch you to death,” he said in a low rumble voice. “Rexon?” I said as my lips trembled. *** “Cherry Mae!!!” The loud voice of Jacky made my heart flinched. “Cherry!” She knocked on the door repeatedly. “Oh, Jacky?!” I opened the door with furrowed brows. “Cherry, look at this carefully!” She hand

THERE were a lot of people when I entered inside the resto-bar, while Rexon went through the backdoor. It was dark inside, with just the light from the disco ball illuminating the space. I chose to sit on the solo chair at the corner of the bar. Because it was dark, I was comfortable no reporter would approach me. “What’s your order, Ma’am?” The waiter approached me immediately. “Ah, just lemon juice,” I said. He immediately complied, so I smiled. I waited a few more minutes to hear some shouting and applause from the audience. “Good evening.” He spoke in a low tone. The audience was not wild, so there was no reason for me to be nervous. Again, my focus was on him. The way he stood up and combed his hair. His masculine body, not-so-dark eyes, and prominent jaw. His groovy moves and an alluring smile that attracts many people made my heart skipped a beat. He hasn’t sung yet, but I feel like I’m getting drunk. But one thing is for sure,

I WENT OUT of the bathroom and found him sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed. I hesitated a few times before I sneezed as he opened his eyes.“Want some autograph on that?” He began to let out a foreign smile.“No, thanks,” I said sarcastically.“It’s up to you,” he said, then shrugged at me before standing up.“You can sleep in the other room. I’ll just take you home tomorrow.”“No, I’m going home now. It looks like our followers are gone,” I replied.He stared into my eyes for a moment before finally smiling.“Do you think I will do anything bad to you?” His lips curved a bit. He stepped closer to me.“I’ve never said that,” I said, high on my forehead, but deep inside, my muscles were shaking with nervousness.“Hmm . . . But that’s not what your eyes say.” He took another step. He’s

WE ENTERED the elevator, and because it was crowded, I could not help but cling to Calix. I frowned as I looked up at the light above as if it was a tortoise, too slow when moving a number. Calix almost hugged me because the people next to me were all men. I do not know if I will breathe or shut up due to extreme nervousness. I also heard his heavy exhalation as he bent over me. When the elevator finally opened, I was able to breathe correctly. We went straight to the office, and we were immediately welcomed. Dawzon and the attorney stood up when they saw us. “Good morning, Mr. Fuentes and?” He looked at me. “Cherry, Cherry Mae Banaag,” I introduced myself as Dawzon reached out to me. “Oh, I forgot. I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s okay, Mr. Del’Torre.” Calixto, who was looking at our hand, caught our attention. So I withdrew my hand and smiled slightly. “Good morning!” Calixto’s attorney also greeted us. “Please sit