All Chapters of My Boss Is My Tormentor: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ROSE I woke up feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck and then dragged through the Sahara for better effects. The room was unfamiliar, and looked like someone had pulled out a crazy around here. Everything was out of place and scattered around on the floor. The other side of the bed was made giving the indication that no one slept here with me. I exhaled a breath that I didn’t knew I was even holding, but the next moment I stilled as I realised that under the blanket my legs were bare, looking down I saw that I was wearing a full sleeves shirt, Ryan’s shirt. I felt myself relax, but... Where was he? And, where was I? What happened yesterday… And, why do I feel like…. Then it all came slamming back to me. My heart beating like hooves of horses were running across my chest, I slipped the blanket down and looked fixatedly on my hands. One was in a cast and other one was bandaged, so that only the middle of my fingers were visible. I didn’t realise when the tears started to flow. I

ROSE After carrying me into the bedroom, Ryan had helped me out of my clothes as tenderly as he could and despite the way he had been ignoring me before, he’d tucked me to his side, his arms tight around me as he had held me like he was afraid of losing me. And, I had slept like a baby, feeling safe. But, when I woke up next morning, I was alone. I looked around, stretching my hand to his side of the bed only to find it cold, which told me that he was long gone. I found my phone on the bedside table and picked it up, a quick look at the screen told me it was nine-thirty in the morning. I was late. And, why didn’t he wake me up for the office? I quickly got up, spied his discarded shirt and wore with half buttons undone as I couldn’t do all of them with one hand. After that I made my way to the bathroom, seeing to the pressing need of my bladder. I also brushed my teeth and washed my face as much as I could with the help of the tap. I also wanted to take a shower but I knew it wasn

ROSE Well… I managed to ruffle the feathers or should I say mane of the lion. The look Ryan gave me when he had come behind me was priceless. His eyes had said what he’d like to do to me. The burning desire in his eyes when he saw my dress slipping past my shoulders, exposing me to his hungry eyes was everything that I was wishing for. But again he managed to control it. What I wasn’t understanding was why he was controlling it? Why wasn’t he demanding my apologies for defying him? The flash of jealousy and anger when I had mentioned Arjun and Michael’s name told me that he wasn’t unaffected, then why was he trying to be? I heard his footsteps outside, in the living room as I slipped the heels from my feet. I heard the apartment door open and close shut, and wondered if he left me here naked and wanting and waiting. I wouldn’t put it past him. But, then I heard Gavin, he sounded irritated. As I waited for something to give me a clue to what was going to happen now, my phone pin

RYANThe meeting went smoothly. I hadn’t doubted Rose’s talents or intelligence, and she proved me right. She took everyone by surprise when she started speaking. The moment her beautiful lips parted, and that brisk, husky-yet-lilting voice filled the room, every person was focused on her. The women in the meeting were already feeling inferior, exchanging bitter looks among themselves, but what displeased me the most was the men—one after another, they kept throwing questions at her, not for the sake of the discussion, but just to have that damn smile of hers bestowed upon them when she answered good-naturedly."Excuse me, Miss Rose," one of the managing directors leading the proposal said, his tone just a little too eager. "If you'd just go through the merits of this again..."Bloody asshole. She had already explained everything with perfect precision—so clearly that even a nine-year-old would understand. The fucker was looking at her like she was the last edible thing on the surface

Rose “Drop your panties.” We were in the fucking elevator!! I saw the number, we were still on twenty-fourth floor there were still more than thirty floors to his apartment anyone could come and see us. “Rya—” His hand shot out, grabbing my face so hard it hurt. “I said, drop your panties.” Fingers shaking, I complied. Once my panties slid down my legs, he held out his hand for me to put the panties on his hand. I did. He slipped them into his pant pocket and demanded, “On your knees.” My eyes widening in alarm at his absurd order. He couldn’t be serious. “Now!” He was serious. Once again I looked at the numbers on the panel. Thirty-two. I licked my lips, ready to reason with him. But he didn’t give me a chance. Grabbing my hair more tightly than before that it made the back of my eyes stung with pain. He met my eyes as he said, “Make me cum.” I stopped breathing. What did he think he was doing? How could he? What if someone saw us? Finally, I found my voice. “I am not