Connect My Boss With My Phone Novel by WriterLola _ Novel



Connect My Boss With My Phone Novel by WriterLola _ Novel

Connect My Boss With My Phone Chapter 01

The moment I plugged the charger into my phone, I heard a muffled, indescribable groan coming from the office.
Rows of bullet screens floating before my eyes told me that my boss was now physically linked to my phone.
Unconvinced, I plugged and unplugged the charger a few times to check. Suddenly, with a loud thud, my boss collapsed to the floor, his face flushed red, his body trembling as he gasped for air.
His expression turned cold as he backed me into a corner, gritting his teeth as he hissed: "If you have the guts, play with me directly. Otherwise, stop messing around with your damn phone!"
My hand trembled in nervousness, and my manicured nail gently scraped across the screen.
His breath hitched sharply. The lust he was desperately trying to suppress surged back, and the corners of his eyes turned an unbearable faint red.
......
"This proposal is rejected. Take it back and redo it."
My proposal, which took three days and nights of grinding to finish, was rejected instantly. I furiously poked my phone screen to reply: "Got it."
[Be gentle when poking, babe!
The male lead is gonna be played to pieces by you later!]
[So hot. Just now when she was charging her phone, the male lead was already so overwhelmed with pleasure that his eyes lost focus.]
[Promise me you'll just get to the sex, okay?
Don't keep us waiting too long.]
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, but the rows of bullet screens kept scrolling across my vision.
Was I hallucinating from working too much overtime?
This wouldn't do. I hurriedly opened my chat with my boss, Marcus Blackwood, and shakily typed out a message: "Mr. Blackwood, I need to take leave to go to the hospital."
The status quickly changed to "Typing..."
I stared nervously at the chat box, my fingers unconsciously caressing the screen.
Another row of words appeared appeared before my eyes:
[He's getting off on it again. When the female lead is nervous, she likes to grab things around her.]
[I bet he's wishing she'd touch it harder right now.]
Looking at the bullet screens, I felt a strange compulsion and pressed down hard on the screen.
The next second, Marcus sent a message: "If you're sick, go get treated. Stop playing with your phone."
He was actually physically linked to my phone!
I looked at the slightly warm phone in my hand in disbelief. No way...
I admitted that Marcus was exactly my ideal type, but as a leader, he was way too nitpicky — meticulous in work and extremely strict with his subordinates.
I had some romantic thoughts about him when he first transferred to the company, but now all I felt for him was full of resentment as a worker.
[It's gonna be so exciting if the female lead goes to the office now!]
[Mr. Blackwood must be jerking it so fast there are sparks flying.]
The bullet screen comments were chaotic, everyone urging me on to go to Marcus's office just for the drama.
I swallowed hard, and unspeakable images popped into my mind. My face instantly turned as red as a boiled crayfish.
But my feet moved involuntarily to the office door.
"Mr. Blackwood, I'm here for the leave slip."
There was silence inside for a long moment. After a rustling sound, Marcus finally said, "Come in."
I didn't hesitate and pushed the door open.
Behind the desk, the tips of his ears seemed a bit red, and his usually impeccably knotted tie was hanging loosely around his neck.
The gold-rimmed glasses that used to be on his nose were nowhere to be seen. I sniffed carefully — there was a different smell from usual in the office.
"Mr. Blackwood, are you wearing cologne?"
Marcus's hand froze mid-movement. He let out a barely perceptible "Hmm" and placed the leave slip on the desk.
The bullet screen exploded with activity:
[Mr. Blackwood obviously needs perfume to cover up that strange smell after doing something bad!]
[If the female lead takes a few more steps forward now, she might just see his fly wide open.]
[Mr. Blackwood really lives up to his reputation.]
Looking at the floating comments and the redness still lingering on Marcus's ears, a wicked idea suddenly popped into my head.
I took two steps forward, leaning in close to Marcus. "Mr. Blackwood, I have some new ideas regarding this proposal."
As I got closer, Marcus's body went rigid, his voice sounding a bit distorted: "Don't come any closer!"
I looked at him with feigned innocence, my fingertip grinding hard against the phone's charging port. "Mr. Blackwood, are you alright?"
Marcus let out a muffled groan. A flush spread from his neck to his ears, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, as if he had just been fished out of boiling water.
"Mr. Blackwood, do you have a fever?"
I asked with feigned concern.
Marcus's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice growing raspier by the second: "Get out."
Seeing Marcus's restrained appearance, I felt a long-lost sense of relief.
You cheapskate, making us workers overwork and exploit us.
The bullet screen in front of me became lively again:
[Isn't the female lead supposed to be a helpless little bunny?
Why does she look more scheming than the male lead?]
[This is so satisfying I want to see explicit scenes right now! The male lead needs to turn dark ASAP, lock the female lead up, and have hate-sex with her!]
I stared at the comments, completely dumbfounded.
Turn dark?
Lock her up?
And... hate-sex.
When I thought about doing that with Marcus... well... maybe it wouldn't be so bad?
My face instantly burned hot.
Seeing that Marcus had his head down and hadn't noticed my embarrassment, I grabbed the leave slip from the desk and fled the office.
I rushed back to my cubicle and drank a large glass of water to barely calm down.
[Wait a second, guys. Why do I get the feeling the female lead knows the plot?]
Everything that happened today was too fantasy-like. After a moment of hesitation, I picked up a pen and wrote a few large words on a piece of paper: "I can see what you're saying."

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