Rules We Break

CONTENTS Content Warning Playlist Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Epilogue Extended Epilogue Dana’s Other Works Acknowledgments About the Author RULES WE BREAK Copyright © 2023 Dana Isaly All rights reserved. Published: Dana Isaly 2023 No parts of this book may be reproduced in any form without written consent from the author. Except in the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a piece of fiction. Any names, characters, businesses, places or events are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, events or locations is purely coincidental. This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be resold or given away to other people. If you are reading this book and have not purchased it for your use only, then you should return it to your favorite book retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the author’s work. Editing: Sandra at One Love Editing Cover Design: Pink Elephant Designs Formatting: Pink Elephant Designs CONTENT WARNING This book is intended for those over the age of legal adulthood. There are graphic sexual scenes that include spanking, toy play, and more of that nature. Fertility issues are discussed briefly. To the women who like their men to beg…this one is for you. PLAYLIST All On My Mind by Anderson East Body by Rosenfeld Love is a Bitch by Two Feet Chainsmoking by Jasob Banks Down To Ride by Kodoku Do It For Me by Rosenfeld Movement by Hozier PROLOGUE Greg, a year ago in Tokyo I run into the office building, fixing my tie as I enter the elevator. Fuck, she sounded pissed on the phone. Ivy has been one hell of a boss ever since I joined this department. She constantly rides my ass, making sure I’m given all of the extra tasks that no one else seems to be able to handle. And while that’s all well and good because I do, in fact, get paid an ample amount of overtime, it makes it so I barely have a life outside of work. When I heard she was going to be visiting the Tokyo offices at the same time I was, I knew I was in for a harder work vacation than I had originally planned. I should be with my friends right now, taking them out to celebrate the new relationship and the others that are still growing and strong. We should be partying, living it up on this once-in-a-lifetime trip we were able to take together. But no. I’m here. Waiting on my boss hand and fucking foot. “Mr. Ellis!” I jump as the doors open. How the hell she timed my arrival so perfectly, I don’t know. “Just in time. Follow me, please.” Her hair is pulled back in a severely tight bun today, and her dark blue dress is just as tight. I can’t help but watch the way her ass sways in it as she walks. As we pass everyone in their cubicles, they viciously type or file or talk into their phones at double the speed. They know that when she’s here, they’re to be on their best behavior, constantly working even when there might be no work to do. It’s just the type of boss she is. Her reputation spread far, and it spread quickly when she was hired on last year. And while she may be difficult to work for, every single change she made has taken the company that much further. Our profits have almost doubled, and our employee turnover is almost nonexistent. I follow her into her office, and I close the door behind us. This office is left open specifically for her. It’s a corner office with so much natural light it almost blinds you when you walk in. Two of her walls are just floor-to-ceiling windows. “Close the blinds,” she says as she walks around her desk. I do as she asks, effectively closing off her view into the office. While it makes me want to shit myself because now I’m alone with her, it also gives the employees a break from her laser-beam gaze. Once all the blinds are closed, I take a seat in one of the leather chairs in front of her desk. I clear my throat and try to get comfortable, although I don’t think there’s any getting comfortable in her presence anymore. Not after what happened. And when she turns those harsh blue eyes on me, I swear to god I break out in a cold sweat. Fuck, she’s going to fire me. She’s going to fire me, and I’m never going to be able to get another job again because if you’re fired by Ivy fucking Wallace, you’re untouchable in any city you try to escape to. She’s the grim reaper of corporate America. “Greg,” she starts, her legs crossing and her eyes falling to the desk in front of her. “What happened with you a couple weeks ago…” “It won’t happen again,” I say, cutting her off in a rush of words. “I swear. It will never happen again. From here on out, I am nothing if not the angel of the office. I will come in early and leave late. Everything is business one hundred percent of the time.” She looks at me again, her eyes piercing into my fucking soul. She looks…worried? “That’s what you want?” she asks. Her question catches me off guard. What I want? What I want is most definitely not that. I don’t want to come in early and leave late. I don’t want more responsibility. I want less. Working for her is exhausting, and I feel like I’m constantly missing out on things because I have to be at the office instead of with