Deep Work Novels & Stories

And who the hell invented this unspoken rule that babies should say mama as their first word? We took a ten-minute rest after eating before eventually returning to work. This day has been extra productive for me. I was able to finish most of my reports and by the end of this day, I’ll be finishing all of them. Perhaps the fact that I’ve got Dominic secured right in the center of the palm of my hands made this productivity happen. I wasn’t thinking about Dominic at all. I didn’t have to think about anything but my job. I’m not even stressing myself about how would I execute the next plan. Seduce him and leave him hanging.

He sat by the window, eyes trained on the ceiling. It's been weeks since he fed, he needed to feed, his body was in desperate need of it. This was the longest he has gone without eating, two weeks. His animalistic side was calling to him, reminding him that if he wasn't going to do it himself while in control, he'd lose control and still do it.

Billionaire Romance / Workplace / Power Play Trigger Warnings: Explicit sexual content, power imbalance, dirty talk, consensual office play . . . . Arielle Monroe tapped her fingers against the glass desk, watching the clock tick past 7:56 AM. Dominic Thorne was late. He was never late. For nearly two years, she had worked under the brooding CEO of Thorne Enterprises—emphasis on under. The man was order incarnate, power dressed in custom charcoal suits and Italian shoes, eyes like thunderclouds. And he always arrived at 7:55.

she asked with a soft smile. I smiled in return. “Because I’m not very good at not doing anything. I have to keep busy. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I didn’t have something to do. Staying busy keeps my mind focused. Too much time on my hands leaves me too much time to think about things I’d prefer not to dwell on.” “I can understand that. My dad is the same way.”

"What do you mean?" “Have you forgotten that I'm going to be the next CEO of Javis-K Group?" he asked, "Together with you, of course." “Is that how you'll be taking days off for things that are not important?" I asked, my voice firm. "Just because you're the CEO?" He leaned close and said, “I will show you how important these few days are, you'll know it's not just an ordinary exemption from work but all the days will be memorable for the both of us."

Dimitri The study smells of aged leather and beeswax. The computer screen has been dark for a long time. The numbers, the reports, the aggressive emails from competitors or suspicious partners… all have been processed, swept away, filed in mental and digital folders. Work is an effective outlet. It imposes its order, its implacable logic. But tonight, order struggles against a persistent distraction.

Luckily, she didn't get an E, so she repeated it the next semester. Cheryl coded for Rose. Rose is diligent because, after college, she immediately does her assignments and collects assignments at the beginning of time. And that does not apply to Cheryl. Cheryl prefers 'the power of trapped,' yes, this beautiful, long-haired girl will work 1 hour before the deadline. The result, at random and of course, the copy and paste from the internet. Cheryl didn't even have time to read what he was making. The principle is, 'the important thing is to gather.'

Marc's words snapped me back to attention, his proposal offering a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. With renewed determination, I focused on the task at hand, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead and emerge victorious, no matter the cost. As I pondered Marc's next move, the increasing sales notifications on my screen only served to reinforce my confidence. "I'm indeed wicked," I thought to myself with a smirk, reveling in the power I held over the company's fortunes. With each passing moment, I grew more impatient for Marc's arrival, my watch serving as a silent reminder of the urgency of our situation. When he finally entered, his polite greeting was met with a cold indifference

Rain streamed down the vast penthouse windows, turning the London skyline into a smeared watercolour of grey and gold. A log crackled in the fireplace, the scent of woodsmoke and old books filling the room. They had no meetings. No calls. Leon had instituted a mandatory "deep work" day, a digital sabbath for the Institute’s leadership, and they, for once, had obeyed their own protégé.

His cock pounded his hole without an atom of mercy, hitting his prostate over and over. "Fuck! Fuck, Ivan!" Shawn cried as he buried himself deeply into Ivan's tight entrance. Ivan's hole greedily swallowed his entire length, his pubic hair pressed into Ivan's butt cheek. Overwhelmed with so much pleasure, Ivan stretched his legs wider, desperately yearning to meld his body with Shawn. He yearned for them to move together as one, their connection deepening with each stroke.