Unbearable boss, p.1
Unbearable Boss, page 1
Unbearable Boss
Laura Olsen
©2023 Laura Olsen
This is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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Edited by David Andrew Ellis
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Table of Contents
Title Page
1. Melissa
2. Paul
3. Melissa
4. Melissa
5. Melissa
6. Melissa
7. Melissa
8. Paul
9. Melissa
10. Melissa
11. Melissa
12. Paul
13. Melissa
14. Melissa
15. Melissa
16. Paul
17. Melissa
18. Paul
19. Melissa
My Bossy Billionaire
About Laura Olsen
Chapter One
Melissa
“I do.”
At these simple words, the room seemed to take a collective sigh as Sam and Ruby confirmed their vows followed by the acknowledgment that they were now husband and wife. I should have known that when they sealed the ceremony with a kiss, it wouldn’t be a short one.
As I and the rest of the guests watched them gaze into each other’s eyes, it was hard not to get wrapped up in the romance and splendor of the event. The epitome of wealth and taste, the mansion venue complete with grounds and estate on the outskirts of New York City was awash with white silk drapes, fresh flowers and gold accents.
The whole scene was something out of a fairytale, or maybe some reality TV show where property porn is peddled to the mere mortals of this world like me. The size of the wedding itself and the inordinate number of guests would probably cost most average Americans what they earned in a lifetime.
I should have expected it, really. Sam was a billionaire. I’d seen the houses, the cars, the dream holidays. When it comes to people with that amount of money, things are never going to be anything other than spectacular.
And yet, I’d never seen anything quite so extravagant—he really did go to town on the wedding. A testament, I knew, to the love he had for his new wife Ruby and his commitment to her and his new ready-made family.
Once the ceremony was over, and the happy couple had walked back up the aisle together with smiles so bright they could probably be seen from space, we were ushered out into the foyer. It was resplendent with marble columns and adorned with white roses that trailed around every surface of the grand entryway.
“This place is something else,” I said to a server who waved a tray of champagne at me.
He smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”
The formality took me by surprise, as I realized I had chosen to say that to him because the staff were more the kind of people I identified with than my fellow guests.
I took a large sip of the best champagne I’d ever tasted, making a mental note to myself to act more like a guest and less like the staff, even if that wasn’t true. The reality being I was the hired help. Though not on this occasion, granted.
Not knowing many of the guests there, I battled with a sense of not belonging at the event and to that world. But there was one person who I really was excited to see once the formalities were over—Maxine. She was Sam and Ruby’s daughter and the wonderful five year old girl I was hired to look after during the period of time I worked for him.
Immediately after the reception, I saw her make a beeline for me. My heart leapt a little at seeing how happy she was.
“Do you like my dress?” she asked, twirling around like a princess.
“Are you kidding me? I love it! You look so beautiful today, I’m so proud of you.”
She beamed up at me. “Thanks. I miss you, Melissa.”
“Ah, sweetie, I miss you too. That’s why I’m so happy to see you today and to see your mom and dad happily married.”
“Yeah,” she replied. “We’re a real family now.”
“You sure are,” I affirmed with a lump in my throat. One of Sam’s many businesses was a nanny agency, and this was how I came to work for him and sit for Maxine. We grew close and I even became friends with Ruby, and that’s why a lowly nanny and master’s student in Child Development was invited to mingle with the top cream of high society.
“Will you dance with me?” Maxine asked, reaching out for my hand as the wedding band started up.
“Well, of course I will,” I replied before she led me away to the dance floor, choosing a spot right in the middle and taking both my hands in hers. We danced and laughed and had fun together just like we used to do, and I was delighted to see how happy and well-adjusted she was.
I spotted Sam watching us both as we enjoyed each other’s company again. “Hey, I think your dad needs a partner for the next dance.” She looked over and beamed at him, waving as he smiled back before skipping off to drag him to the dance floor. I headed over to nervously collect another glass of that amazing champagne from the tower that was constantly being replenished.
Even after spending most of the day there, I still couldn’t help but get caught up in the grandeur of the place. I found myself wandering around, taking in every detail. I studied the beautiful touches that really brought the venue to life—the hundreds of fresh white roses, the trailing ivy, and the gold accents.
Still, I felt a little out of place, though the champagne was certainly helping when it came to dropping some of my insecurities and inhibitions. I only hoped that I didn’t look as awkward as I felt.
“Watch out,” said a tall, ridiculously handsome man as I rounded the corner to take a seat away from the party and soak up the ambience of the building.
Some of the bubbles slipped over the edge of my glass and splattered onto the marble as I halted abruptly to keep from bumping into him. “Oh,” I said, suddenly worried that I had made a mess in the upmarket establishment.
“Don’t worry about that,” he said. “Someone can easily sort that out.” The certainty in his voice, the gravitas and confidence, suddenly made some of my discomfort slip away, as if it was somehow catching. “Bride or groom?”
“Groom. I mean bride… Well, both really,” I replied. Well, maybe not all of my awkwardness. I wasn’t usually like this, but this whole thing just felt out of my league.
He was older than me, probably mid-thirties, dark hair framing beautiful brown eyes. The way he was dressed coupled with the way he smelled screamed money from top to bottom. But none of that could distract from that face mixed with his demeanor.
“I used to work for Sam and Ruby,” I explained as he looked back at me, all dark and serious. Jesus, I almost needed to cross my legs! “I’m Melissa, by the way.”
“I see. Nice to meet you, Melissa,” he replied, his eyes narrowing just slightly. “Paul.”
“It’s been the best day,” I said, still not being able to stop myself from looking around at the opulent surroundings. When I turned back to him, his lips were curled into a knowing smile.
“You like this place?” he asked.
“It’s beautiful, and what they’ve done to it for this occasion…” I trailed off.
“I’d have to agree,” he replied. “You have excellent taste.” I almost guffawed into my drink but managed to hold it together. Taste was one thing, being able to afford it was another. “Reminds me of a place I like to visit in France.”
I almost fell to the ground in sheer admiration. Of course he visited France—from the look of it, he could probably afford to pop there and back anytime he wanted. Instead, I tried to rein it in and not look like a complete simp.
“You visit France a lot?”
“On and off. When I’m in Europe I like to try and get a visit for the food alone. Have you been?”
“No, but I’d love to someday.” He looked over me, his eyes stopping at my mouth on occasion as if on purpose. Not only did he ooze charm and sophistication, he was completely seductive.
We talked for a while, mostly about his interests in art and also in fine wines and scotch. I couldn’t compete with that, but he didn’t make me feel like I needed to. It was more about passion for him and certainly not about showing off.
But he also took a great interest in me, particularly my passion for children, psychology, and child development. His eyes bore into mine as I spoke about it. He nodded his head thoughtfully when I mentioned my plans to one day work with at-risk youth.
It almost felt like he was hanging on my every word, which made me blush and brought an awkward silence to the conversation. I gulped from my drink before finally bringing it back down from my lips.
He was just so different to the men that I was used to—boys, really, I was coming to realize. This guy was a man. Mature, worldly, and utterly intoxicating. When he brushed the hair back from my face, I knew that the attraction was strong on both sides.
“So,” he said slowly as if gathering himself together for what he wanted to say next. “I can show you more of this
“Oh really?” I said, trying hard not to appear too interested.
Our faces were just inches away from each other’s. His hand reached out slowly to cup the back of my neck lightly as his lips brushed against mine briefly before pulling away again with a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Is this part of your plan?” I asked breathlessly once he’d backed away again, feeling inexplicably drawn toward him despite all reason telling me this was wrong… His sudden closeness had taken me off guard and left me wanting more of him yet scared at the same time.
He smiled knowingly at me then, looking deep into my eyes before finally answering my question in a low voice filled with desire: “Yes…it is.”
“Come,” he almost commanded, taking my hand gently but firmly and leading me out into the foyer and up the grand staircase. It was almost unreal, as if it was something I should be watching on the screen and yet my body felt every single sensation.
“This is one of the master suites,” he said, performing some kind of maneuver on the door that completely took me by surprise.
“But it’s not your room, is it?” I asked, surprised by his complete air of confidence to stride into a place he wasn’t meant to be. “We probably shouldn’t be in here.”
He smiled, a dark and knowing smile that pressed at every part of me until I was desperate for him. “Don’t you trust me?” I felt like I was going to melt into the ground beneath the heat of his stare. “I wouldn’t lead you anywhere you didn’t need to be.”
Need to be.
I’d never been with or known a man like that before. There and then I became certain that up until that point I’d only ever known boys.
Well, this was my opportunity to be with a man, and I was more than ready to learn what that was like. He may have been out of my league. It may be some kind of fairytale that ended when the clock struck twelve. But there was no way on Earth I was going to waste the opportunity.
He stalked towards me, tugging lightly at the hair at my nape, raising my mouth as he lowered his own to it. I melted into his kiss, tasting the scotch on his breath as the scent of his cologne washed over me.
I was completely intoxicated by him, my body coming alive in ways it never had before. Yet I also couldn’t move, so under his spell that I felt somehow both powerless and safe.
He turned me around. “Take these out,” he said, running his hands over my partially pinned-up hair. I did as he asked, removing the pins and letting them drop to the floor as my blonde hair cascaded over my shoulders. Then I tried to remove my shoes, but he stopped me.
“Oh, no. I’ll be the one to undress you,” he growled softly against my ear, pulling my now loose hair aside and then kissing the back of my neck. He unzipped me slowly from behind, each tooth of the metal that popped inviting more anticipation until my chest was heaving as I struggled to control my arousal.
My underwear was peeled from me, unwrapping me until I was left naked and wanting. His hands trailed lightly over my hips and ran up my torso before brushing delicately, torturously, over my hard, desperate nipples. No longer being able to contain myself, I moaned deeply, needing him so much now that I ached.
“Onto the bed,” he said, gently but with that commanding tone that just added to his seduction of me. My God, what was this man doing to me? My body was on fire, my head spinning, and I was glad to lie down so that he could do whatever he had planned and get some relief from this beautiful torture.
Lying back on the bed, my chest still heaving, I was a quivering mess. No one had ever made me feel like this. Everything was in slow motion, savored, completely different from the desperation that young guys acted with. I watched as he looked down upon me from the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a perfect torso as the expensive material fell to the ground.
Taking my foot in his hand, he dug his thumb into my heel, dragging it slowly up to my toes, his nail pressing into me. I arched my back at whatever the sensation was—pain, pleasure, I couldn’t be sure.
He spread my legs so wide I was completely exposed to him as he raked his eyes over me. His hands worked up the inside of my thighs, pressing them into the bed until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please,” I whimpered, needing to alleviate this feeling before I burst. His face remained serious and focused as he slowly ran his whole hand over my drenched flesh. And then to my absolute relief, he lowered his mouth to it.
“Oh, God!” The sensation was out of this world, the buildup to his tongue having tipped me over into complete abandon. I knew there and then that it would be just moments until I reached my climax, because of how utterly undone he’d made me.
My body erupted, not a single cell of it unaffected by the pleasure he wrung from me. He had me completely in his grip as I almost lost consciousness from the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
“Good girl,” he murmured against the inside of my thigh.
When I finally came down to some sort of normality and felt him move away from me, I opened my eyes to see him once again at the foot of the bed looking down at me. His face was slick with my juices, his hair damp with sweat as he unbuckled his belt, freeing himself from his pants. I marveled at his beautiful body and that glorious member.
“Ready for me?” he said, lowering himself down and pressing into me. “Oh, yes you are.”
I whimpered in agreement.
His thrusts were slow and beautiful, just like everything else up until now as he wrapped around me—his body, his scent, his confidence. I’d never been happier to be enveloped by someone so completely as he pleasured us both until we were spent.
As he drifted off into sleep next me, my body nearly there, I wondered how I could ever return from this. A twenty-two year old jackass was never going to cut it again. I’ve been missing this—maturity in a man. Paul had shown me that.
I watched as he breathed lightly. His dark features were handsome but I knew this wasn’t just about him, though he was magnificent. I craved the maturity of a man like him.
I closed my eyes, knowing that things would never be the same from that point. I was different now. A part of me had been unlocked and was never going to be put back in the box again.
***
“Did you sleep okay?” Paul asked, buttoning up his shirt as the first rays of light hit me the following morning.
“Um, sure,” I replied, feeling self-consciousness about lying there naked, just wrapped in a sheet.
“It’s a bit late for that,” he said, obviously noticing my discomfort.
“I suppose.” Heat pervaded my cheeks, and I wondered how we were going to manage this. After all, we weren’t even supposed to be in the room.
“Don’t worry,” he said, almost as if reading my mind again. “Just get dressed while I’m in the bathroom and then we can leave, nothing to worry about.”
Instantly, the relief hit me, like I could just rely on him to know what to do. I had a feeling this wouldn’t be going any further, though a part of me clung onto the hope that it would—to be with a man like this would be a dream come true. And the wedding setting had added to the romance of it, casting a spell over the whole experience.
We said a quick goodbye, almost formal in our approach. I found myself practically running to my car when he told me to leave first, and he’d sort the room. I sat for a while, wondering what the hell had just happened.
Just as I was about to pull away, he emerged from the building, his eyes catching mine and making me giddy with anticipation. Is he going to ask for my number, maybe ask me out?
My heart sank when his phone rang. He pulled it out from his pocket, turning away from me as he answered it. That’s when I knew this fairytale had well and truly ended, before it had even begun.
Chapter Two
Paul
“Daddy, I missed you!” was the first thing I heard as soon as I stepped through the door. Amelia’s voice always brought me back down to earth, whether after work or something more… personal. She flew at me, arms wide, that smile of hers warming my chest.
“I missed you, too,” I returned, picking her up as she wrapped her arms and legs around me tightly, as if she never wanted to let go. She pulled back, her chubby hands holding my face as she looked at me.
