My boss is a cocky bastard. But the moment I hear him moaning my name behind his office door, I cross a line I can’t uncross.
Sasha. Freaking. Orlov.
Silver‑fox billionaire. World‑class egomaniac. Drama king with a God complex.
I’m convinced he lives to test my patience.
Three years. That’s how long I’ve endured his late‑night orders, power plays,
and that low, dangerous growl he uses whenever I dare to talk back.
I hate him. Truly.
