His Bossy Obsession: A Billionaire Boss Romance

By Alice Fox

Asher never expected his new intern, Adèle Heartley, to be such a temptation.

 

The young, vibrant college student challenges him at every turn, sparking a forbidden desire Asher can't ignore.

When a family crisis forces them into a fake engagement, the tension between them reaches a boiling point

 

Asher knows he should keep his hands off his "fiancée" - but the way Adèle's lush curves and sassy mouth call to his most primal instincts is impossible to resist. As their relationship spins out of control, a vengeful family member puts Adèle in harm's way.

 

Now Asher will stop at nothing to protect the woman who has captured his heart, even if it means going to war with his own flesh and blood.

 

 

Adèle knows getting involved with her older, experienced boss, Asher Fortier, is playing with fire.

 

This arrogant billionaire is everything she should avoid - but his captivating presence and seductive charm are impossible for her to resist. When a family crisis forces them into a fake engagement, Adèle finds herself falling for Asher despite her best efforts. The way he makes her burn with uncontrollable desire has her questioning everything.

 

But as their relationship deepens, a vengeful family member's twisted schemes put Adèle in grave danger.

 

Torn between her feelings for Asher and the threat looming over them, Adèle must find the strength to fight for a future with the man who has claimed her body, mind, and soul. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alice Fox
• Release date: Jun 5, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227207388

Book preview

Asher never expected his new intern, Adèle Heartley, to be such a temptation.

The young, vibrant college student challenges him at every turn, sparking a forbidden desire Asher can't ignore.

When a family crisis forces them into a fake engagement, the tension between them reaches a boiling point

Asher knows he should keep his hands off his fiancée - but the way Adèle's lush curves and sassy mouth call to his most primal instincts is impossible to resist. As their relationship spins out of control, a vengeful family member puts Adèle in harm's way. Now Asher will stop at nothing to protect the woman who has captured his heart, even if it means going to war with his own flesh and blood.

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Adèle knows getting involved with her older, experienced boss, Asher Fortier, is playing with fire.

This arrogant billionaire is everything she should avoid - but his captivating presence and seductive charm are impossible for her to resist. When a family crisis forces them into a fake engagement, Adèle finds herself falling for Asher despite her best efforts. The way he makes her burn with uncontrollable desire has her questioning everything. But as their relationship deepens, a vengeful family member's twisted schemes put Adèle in grave danger.

Torn between her feelings for Asher and the threat looming over them, Adèle must find the strength to fight for a future with the man who has claimed her body, mind, and soul. 

CHAPTER 1

Fuck! I breathed out. I was wet. Really, really wet.

The porn getting to you, my best friend teased, quirking an eyebrow at me. Smirking, she fast forwarded the clip right to the good part. With a towel, I frantically wiped the faint trails of liquid trailing down my thighs and the blanket of perspiration off my forehead.

It was that time of year in Florida when the sun was high and mighty in the sky and the air was heavy and hot with humid. And with our building facing a power failure, it wasn't really helping the situation.

Sweating profusely, I could feel my shorts getting damp. But to my dismay, the pornstar was exaggerating her pleasure, making too much noise.

Thank God, it's finally over! I commented, fanning my face with a make-shift paper fan.

What, you didn't like it? She turned off her laptop and turned to face me..

Nope, the girl was faking it too much. Besides, the only part I liked was when the delivery guy came with the pizza. But of course, the pizza was forgotten because he started screwing the living day lights out of her. What a waste of good food! I scoffed, shoving away the computer. You know what? Sex is overrated. They should have just had the pizza together and called it a day.

It's porn. What did you expect? Oh come on, just because you had one horrible experience at the back of the car, doesn't necessarily mean that all sex sucks. Okay, let me show you one where this hot plumber dude screws a hot blonde and uses his 'tools' on her, Lindsay eagerly started to reach for her laptop again.

Oh please, I'm over it. It's really hot in here, and I don't want to watch another. If you're feeling 'excited' please call your boyfriend and do him or something, I suggested, taking a sip of chilled water, refreshing me.

Liam is still in class. Besides, I'll go over later as soon as this stupid power outage is over. Want to join? Liam is Lindsay's steady boyfriend who goes to the same college. His apartment was a few blocks away from ours.

To hear you guys scream out of pleasure across the living room, no thank you!

I'll pass. God, when is the power coming back?

Not any time today, Mel. The landlord said it will take a lot of time to fix the faulty switch. Maybe you should come with me, I'll introduce you to Liam's new friend, Brad. He's a total hottie.

Not again Lindsay. How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not interested in college guys.

Yeah I know... 'They're very immature and only interested in one night stands,' she quoted me. Seriously Adèle, don't you think you're stereotyping them?

Yes, definitely. Truth be told, I'm more into older men. When I was sixteen, I had my first boyfriend who was a 23 year old college grad student and had way too much time on his hands. It wasn't legal and it didn't end well. But older men are just better- in looks, maturity, and experience. But I wasn't planning to tell that to Lindsay, at least not yet.

Remind me why did we rent this apartment again? I asked, trying to change the subject. This wasn't the only time we are facing a power failure. Since the first time we rented this apartment, we've faced two water crises and three power failures, including this one.

Because it was the cheapest one closest to our college. Lindsay and I weren't well off. I got into University of Western Florida with a 60% scholarship, while Lindsay was on a student loan.

We didn't have the luxury to live in an upscale apartment or even own a car for that matter. So we ended up renting this small two bedroom dump, which was a good 15 minute walk away from UWF.

I got up, stretching my arms. This was the last day of my blissful vacation and then I'm off to my summer internship tomorrow.

I'll be in my room doing some research, I got up from the couch.

By research, you mean Google pictures of that hot billionaire and ogle at him all day.

I rolled my eyes, By research, I mean getting enough information about the company I will be working for three months.

Yeah sure, while stalking that hot boss.of yours! Believe me, you are not the only one. Rumor has it, girls have claimed to experience mini orgasms after seeing Asher Martin Fortier in his swimming trunks.

I laughed. Seriously Lindsay? Where do you hear these things? Let me remind you he's my father's close acquaintance, so that basically makes him my uncle.

According to my research, Asher Martin Fortier is the executive officer of Fortier Enterprise, one of the top shipping companies in the entire world. He joined when he was only twenty four and from then on, it was a success. Now he's planning to branch his business worldwide, when the company formerly only operated in Western countries.

I was lucky to get a summer internship there, given that I wasn't even a college graduate. This would definitely look good on my resume, all thanks to my dad.

Yeah, but if I were you, he would definitely be on my to do list, Lindsay quipped.

You have an entire list? I thought I was the only one, Liam said, as he opened the front door, spare key in hand.

Lindsay excitedly got up and kissed Liam. Sorry babe, I have a long list and it includes Channing Tatum and Ian Somerhalder.

At least tell me I'm at top of the list.

Hmm... I don't think so, Lindsay said, pretending to think.

Well I guess I'll have to show you then, Suddenly, Liam picked Lindsay up, bridal style. Lindsay let out a giggle as she wrapped her arms around him and started to viciously kiss him.

That was my cue to leave, they were so enraptured in each other they might've ended up doing the nasty right in front of me.

Gagging a little, I went back into my room and Googled something I never thought I would. I typed in Asher Martin Fortier in swimming trunks in the search bar and pictures appeared instantly.

He was indeed some sort of Greek God, with muscular arms and six-pack abs. His dark brown hair was perfectly disheveled. He was sporting a pair of dark blue shorts that left little to the imagination. This time, I was, no doubt, ogling at him.

The caption under the photo read 35 year old billionaire, Asher Fortier, enjoying his holiday at his private island with his new fling.

Below, there were more pictures of Asher with a girl. The girl was gorgeous, to say the least. Her locks of golden hair were tied in a bun and she was wearing a bikini that was a bit too skimpy in my humble opinion. She looked flawless, her skin naturally tanned from the sun. An unfamiliar pang of jealousy surged through me, clenching around my heart. God, that was weird.

He's my dad's friend and my boss, at this point, I cannot be crushing on him.

CHAPTER 2

I woke to the sound of my alarm blaring mercilessly. Groggily, I violently slammed the alarm and it tumbled to the floor, turning it off. With slow, weary steps, I grabbed some clothes and went to the bathroom.

Closing the door behind me, I studied my features in the mirror. A pair of honey eyes with dark circles stared back at me. My auburn tangles were a mess and my skin was in dire need of a tan, too pale for its own good.

A familiar scream jolted me awake. Shit, is that Lindsay? She didn't go to Liam's then. Was it a thief? The security of our building was shit after all. I immediately rushed to her bedroom and was about to open the door but abruptly stopped when I heard:

"Fuck Liam you are so big, Lindsay moaned out breathlessly. Faster babe, faster!"

I rolled my eyes. Of course they're at it like rabbits at six in the morning. Their libido is definitely active, and definitely unreplenishable.

I went back to the bathroom, turning the shower on in the hope of muffling the ear-splitting groans. God, they were worse than the porn movie we watched last night.

That's it, when I get my paycheck next month, we are moving to a new apartment where the walls aren't paper thin.

A few days ago, the letter to the internship came in a neat, manila envelope. I was relieved to know that that the internship would pay a solid amount of money, more than I anticipated. It stated I was going to be working under Mr. Brandon, whom I presume is in charge of the interns.

After I was finished with my shower, I dried my hair and let my curls fall freely. I changed into a polished outfit, a grey pencil skirt with a cream blouse. I applied some light makeup, just enough to hide my blemishes.

I went up to Lindsay's room and banged on the door. Lindsay, it's my first day at work. Don't you wanna see me off?

Coming! I got a hasty reply from the other end of the door.

Lindsay came out in a frenzy, Liam's oversized T-shirt hanging off her shoulders. Look at you! You look really professional, Mel. Lindsay complimented, kissing me on the cheek.

I smiled at her. A different voice came from the doorway. I would come but I'm not sure you'd want to see me right now!

It's okay, Liam. Just wish me luck, I said. Closing the door behind me, I walked towards the living room.

Oh, by the way, I'm really sorry Mel. We were so at it last night that we forgot where we threw our clothes. And well, you can see for yourself, She smiled sheepishly and I narrowed my eyes at her as we stepped into the room.

Clothes were scattered everywhere, from the bookcase, to the ottoman, to the poor frying pan on the dining table. You would think a hurricane ripped through the area, something that wasn't surprising as we lived in Florida.

There's my bra! Lindsay unhooked the strap off the corner of the lamp and I shuddered at the shameful mess.

Don't worry, Mel. We'll clean this place up after round three, I promise! Lindsay winked.

I laughed nervously. I swear Lindsay, if you do it on my bed, I'll actually kill you.

I unlocked the door and stepped outside. Have a wonderful first day! Lindsay wrapped her arms around me in a warm hug. And don't panic okay? You're going to rock, Lindsay reassured me, rubbing her hand over my back.

. . .

I was lost.

I didn't see Mr. Brandon anywhere, and with the size of the ninth floor, I probably wasn't going to find him anywhere. I glanced around. The ninth floor seemed secluded in comparison to the others. And everyone here gave off a feeling that they wouldn't like it if they were disturbed. It was intimidating but somehow, I had the courage to ask and they all said Mr. Brandon was supposed to be here, but I still could not locate him. I desperately called his number but the call immediately went to voicemail.

––––––––

I tried it again in hopes that he would pick up. You have reached the voicemail of- I ended the call, sighing. Nope, still switched off.

After wandering around, I finally found Mr. Brandon's office, but from the glass door I could see he wasn't inside anyways.

One of the assistants advised me to wait for him but he left abruptly in his explanation before I could ask him anything more. God, they seem to have no time to spare for anyone or anything.

I decided to wait for him in front of the cabin until he comes over.

Everything was luxurious. The grey walls, which stretched to the tall ceiling, provided much enough sunlight to seep through. From there, you could see all of the stretching roads with endless traffic and the palm trees gently swaying in the wind.

As I admired the view, I waited for Mr. Brandon for 20 minutes, impatiently tapping my foot against the floor.

There you are.. said a thick voice behind me.

I swiveled around, relief flushing over me. Finally he was here.

But only it wasn't Mr. Brandon. There, in a dark charcoal suit and white dress shirt, was Asher Martin Fortier looking every bit of handsome as well as intimidating. I fidgeted under his scrutinizing eyes. That photo definitely didn't do him any justice. He was strikingly gorgeous with a killer jawline which I swear can cut through concrete. His green eyes were darker and his near-black hair screamed for me to run my hands through it.

You are not supposed to be here, he condemned, looking dissatisfied.

I-I got lost, I faltered. I was surprised that any words left my mouth.

Jessica Adams, correct? My new assistant?

I..am.., Before I could explain, he cut me off.

You are already late. I don't want to hear any excuses. Follow me, It sounded like a cold command.

He was definitely intimidating. So I shut my mouth and followed him.

This is your office, he beckoned me into a cabin which was supposedly Jessica's. It was properly bigger than my bedroom.

"Here is the coffee machine, I'm sure you know how to operate it. Fetch me a coffee when I ring you up for