Book Him Novels & Stories

“I'm not participating in this.” “I didn't ask you to, moreover your work is over. I have Tina at my disposal now, I can drive you back to your apartment.” Oh he didn't just say that, my hands now on my waist with disappointment. “I like Tina so much and this was the only way I could have her for myself only,” he announced. “You're sick!” “I'm not,” he rejected immediately. Standing up to a shelf, he threw out an old book, scrolling pages searching for God knows what.

The sincerity of his words put me at ease, and I did miss the friend who rescued me. “Okay, Alpha Damen.” Damen smiled again, obviously relieved that I accepted his invitation. “Right this way,” he ushered me to the door. He was wearing an impeccable suit, and I felt underdressed even though I was in business casual. “Don’t I need to change?” I asked, indicating his outfit. “Nope,” he replied. “You’re good. I always overdress when I’m out in public. Mom and Dad’s final dent they left me,” he joked with a wink.

"It's my space and I get to do whatever I want." "Off course , it's yours." She examined the space like she was mentally cataloging everything wrong with it. "Where's the personality? The color? Any evidence that an actual human lives here and not just a very organized ghost?" "Interior design isn't exactly a priority." "Clearly." She rose to her feet and moved to my bookshelf, which contains exactly twelve books, all business theory. "Okay, we need to fix this situation." She leaned on it with her arms crossed. "We can't keep living like this."

You are a guest in his life; I am the owner. Marcus looked like he had swallowed a lemon. "That’s... very generous of you, Orion. But I was hoping to be his guide." "I’m sure you were," Orion said, his hand moving above the table now, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Noah’s ear. His fingers lingered on Noah’s porcelain skin, feeling the heat radiating from his uncle’s blush. "But Noah already has everything he needs right here."

he began. “Oh? I thought he would never call.” I curled my lips with mockery hovering on my face. “He had to. His bank is at the verge of bankruptcy.” He said. “Right? How can I help him this time?” I raised a brow while operating my desktop. “Empire Hotel by 3PM. Tables are already reserved.” he said. “I’m unavailable.” I said almost immediately. “But boss, you really wanted to see Mr. Liam.” He reminded me. “Yes but not anymore. I have an appointment.” I said seriously.

“I know it’s sudden but I think it’s best to stay away from everything for a while.” I blinked at him, processing slowly. “You… when did you book it?” “This morning,” he admitted without hesitation, voice steady but carrying a trace of something almost sheepish, like he knew exactly how impulsive it sounded even as he said it. “After you fell asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking so I called my assistant at six a.m., had her find the most private place I could think of, and booked it. We’ll be there by evening.”

My heels echoed as I walked inside, drawing stares. And then I saw him. He was already there, I rolled my eyes in my headd, Of course he was. He sat at the far end, back straight, one arm draped over the booth like he owned the place. He'd grown into his bones. The boy I once mocked was gone. In his place was a man with sharp edges and eyes that burned even across the room. His suit looked expensive, but it wasn't the clothes it was the way he wore them. Like nothing could touch him.

I cringed at his last statement. Kim scooted back to the far side of her bench. Patting the empty seat beside her, she said, “What’s going on?” Biggie fell into the empty spot and slumped over the table. He stared at our water glasses as he spoke. “Booker Industries has been trying to buy the bar for several months, but I keep turning them down. At first, he sent his minions to do his dirty work, but this last time, Devon came in person. I thought it was you.” He looked up at Devin when he said the last part, then looked back down before continuing. “It didn’t take long to figure out that it wasn’t.”

He pulled out his card and placed it on the counter. “My apologies. We are fully booked. This is a place for dignitaries. And according to our protocols, rooms are booked a week before.” She replied, pushing the card back to Evans.

“Can’t you just call them and tell them you have double booked, or that it was a misunderstanding?” “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.” “But you gotta do something. The day before or after then?” He checked his lists again and shook his head. “I’m sorry, but everything is full. We don’t have anything available until October.” I groaned. “Tell me the names of the people who booked it.” “I’m afraid I can’t do that. It’s confiden...” “GIVE ME THE NAMES OR I’LL USE YOUR HEAD TO POLISH MY CAR!”