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In the world painted by Lilian Monroe in her novel "Big Bossy Mistake," chaos meets unexpected consequences with a twist of fate. Meet our protagonist, whose life takes a tumultuous turn after a night tinged with celebration and a dash of spontaneity.
As the haze of merriment clears, she realizes that the man who shared that fateful evening is not just a passing fling but her newfound authority figure at work. The collision of personal and professional realms unravels a series of revelations, chief among them being an unplanned pregnancy that adds a new layer of complexity to their intertwined destinies.
Navigating the repercussions of a single moment of recklessness, our protagonist grapples with the repercussions of her impulsive actions, leading to a rollercoaster ride of emotions, challenges, and unexpected connections. In the whirlwind created by this big, bossy mistake, secrets surface, desires clash, and boundaries blur in a narrative where love's unexpected arrival transforms what began as an error into a poignant journey of self-discovery and redemption.
Join us in exploring a tale where mishaps lead to moments of introspection and growth, where identities unravel amidst the confluence of romance and responsibility. Delve into Lilian Monroe's "Big Bossy Mistake" and discover a narrative that shines a light on the intricacies of human connection, vulnerabilities, and the profound impact of unplanned beginnings in weaving the fabric of destiny.
Part 1: Big Bossy Mistake story line
Part 2: The main characters of Big Bossy Mistake
Part 3: The most popular chapters of Big Bossy Mistake
He's big. He's bossy. He's my baby daddy.
I made a mistake. In my defense, it was my birthday and I'd had a glass of champagne on an empty stomach.
But when I walk into work on Monday morning, I realize just how badly I've messed up.
That guy from last night? He's my new boss.
Oh—then I find out I'm pregnant.
Male Character
He appears unexpectedly as the heroine's new boss, adding layers of complexity to their relationship dynamics. Despite limited details about his personality beyond being bossy, his presence signifies a significant twist in the storyline that intertwines personal and professional facets of the characters' lives.
Female Character
she faces the repercussions of her actions when the man from that night becomes her new boss. The additional revelation of her pregnancy adds further intertwining complications and emotional depth to her character as she navigates these intertwined personal and professional challenges.
Big Bossy Mistake 4
DANI
By the time I come out of the restroom, having checked that I don’t look as flushed as I feel and my breasts are still contained in this wardrobe-malfunction-inducing dress, I feel almost relaxed. Who cares who these rich, attractive men are? Who cares what they say to me? I’m never going to see any of these people again. It’s my birthday, and I might as well enjoy myself.
As I walk back out onto the main floor, I spy a table to my left, laden with food that no one is even remotely touching. Waiters, when they’re done circling the room, drop off the extras at this table and a few others I see across the vast space. None of the guests move toward the table, as if there’s some conspiracy in the room where everyone makes a point to ignore all the food. I wonder if that’s a rich-person thing—they refuse to eat any of this food as if they’re too good to even acknowledge its existence. Or maybe the women are too worried about putting on an ounce of fat that would set the gossip mill churning.
Big Bossy Mistake 3
EMIL
Marcus whistles as the three of us watch Dani’s heart-shaped ass sway with every step. “Where the hell did you find her?”
“She found me,” I answer, remembering the thousand emotions that flitted through Dani’s brown eyes when she first saw me. How, when I got closer, I saw that deep brown was ringed with gold in her irises. Unique, unforgettable eyes. Not to mention that body.
With an inhuman effort, I banish the thought and scan the assembled crowd, looking for a man I’ve only met in video conferences. I made sure he was invited to the Summer Ball, and I made sure he knew the invitation came from me. It’s one of many steps in wooing this potentially game-changing partner. Richard Gleeson is a rising star in eco-technologies, the developer of one of the most energy efficient engines to date, if all the hype is to be believed. As the director and CEO of Berg Motors, that interests me. A lot.
I lean toward Leif and Marcus. “Have you seen Gleeson?”
Leif, the big blond man whose appearance, even without a Scandinavian name, would make anyone think of Vikings, grunts. “Not yet. He accepted the invitation?”
Big Bossy Mistake 2
DANI
I’ve never been to a ball. Didn’t even go to my high school prom. Even before my life fell apart, before I ran, before I gave up my relationship and my job and my future, I’d never seen anything that comes close to this.
We arrive at a big, stately building, a contemporary museum I don’t recognize. I spend very little time in Manhattan, especially since I quit the job at the cocktail bar. The building’s entrance is framed in tall columns, with a long red carpet extending from the doors to the line of cars at the other end of the block. Hundreds of photographers wrestle for the best spots along the front of the building, shouting at the women and men preening in front of them.
I’m at a literal red-carpet event. I don’t belong here. This is a mistake. With clammy palms, I adjust the dangerously low neckline of my dress, the violent thumping of my heart banging against my fingers.
A valet opens my door. He gives me a little bow of his head, a show of deference. As if I’m different from him. As if I belong on that crimson carpet. Beyond him, people dripping with jewels and expensive dresses pose in front of cameras, looking smug and rich and in their element.
Big Bossy Mistake 1
DANI
As I wait for a particularly aggressive toaster to eject my dinner, I have no idea that tonight—the night of my thirtieth birthday—is about to go awfully, horrendously right…er, wrong.
Oblivious, I just lean a sweatpants-clad hip against the counter, butter knife in hand, waiting for the violent pop of my toast.
It’s meaningful, really, that this particular day would change the direction of my admittedly chaotic life. Four years ago, my twenty-sixth birthday marked the day I went from employed and stable—on the surface, anyway—to the hot-mess vagabond I am now. My birthday is less of a celebration and more of a yearly reminder that life has a way of roundhouse-kicking me in the head when I least expect it.
On that fateful day four years ago, I took the pieces of my broken heart and shoved them into my empty chest cavity, then gathered up the pathetic remnants of my courage for a single, final act of self-preservation. Sitting behind the desk that had been my prison for the previous three years, I slid a plain, grey USB stick into the company computer and copied hundreds of documents, photos, reports, and emails onto the device. Those files contained every scrap of evidence I could find about the widespread fraud at the company where I worked—fraud I’d participated in. It was my leverage and my death sentence all wrapped up in one. I shoved the little grey USB into my Converse sneakers, then walked to the beat of my rioting heart until I was out of the building—then I ran.