George X Mr P Novels & Stories

“Ten percent? That’s quite significant, Julian. Are we to understand this is a permanent arrangement?” “Yes,” Julian replied smoothly. “Sophia brings fresh strategic insight and proven expertise in brand development. This strengthens our leadership.” “May I know your name Sir?” I asked the gentleman who has just spoken. He seemed quite surprised at my question but he eventually answered. “You can call me Mr. Thompson.” “I would really appreciate it if anyone wishing to talk could briefly introduce themselves first before saying what they have to say. Thank you so much for your understanding.” I said, everyone's facial expression was saying one thing or the other but I couldn’t care less.

** Mrs George the mafia leader in Russian, a friend to Kian real mom. “How I entered into your house shouldn’t be a problem” Mrs George said with a smoke in her mouth “You actually saw the key to the room and yet you failed on the mission? Do you even know how much those costs? That’s an entire fortune” she said her voice deep and low. I watched as Mrs George's eyes sparkled with triumph, her voice barely above a whisper. "Everything is under my control," i said, my words dripping with confidence. "I buried the key somewhere in the house. I am sure no one would ever find out about it."

“Yes, I want the Ganoderma nebula. But a man of great ambition does not bother about trifles. At least I made plans on my own, which is better than you, who had to rely on a woman.” The hint of mockery on Mr. George’s lips became apparent. Just as he said that, Michael charged at him in just one stride. A thump echoed. Michael had moved fast. Other people could not even see what he had done to Mr. George to bring him to his knees. Mr. George had come with his men. Besides, he was a prominent figure in the Middle East. Naturally, he would not allow such disrespect from Michael! But when he tried to get up, Michael put a hand on his shoulder and held him down.

I said and then asked: “I see you’ve got a new vehicle as well?” “We needed it for the little one,” a male voice said from behind me. I turned to see George Painswick standing in the hallway behind a small pram. He was a tall, heavy, swarthy, dark-eyed man and he did not look very pleased to see me. I stood up. “Hello, George.” He shook my hand. His palm was clammy but that could have been from gripping the handle of the pram when he was out walking.

He barely have time to cover his sensitive groin before a fuzzy, furry missile streaks through the door and leaps onto the bed, landing with a floomp. Another few centimeters to the left and he would be a eunuch. Thankfully, the dog bomb missed. “Xerxes!” Jackson grumbles to his Yorkie. His full name is Xerxes the Great, and his behavior warrants use of his full government name, but he was too asleep to scold him fully and properly.

Ian showed me the way. “Oh, okay.” I jogged towards him. We entered the west hallway where in the sides geode displays the size of four footballs could be seen. I watched in admiration at them, noticing thick mahogany doors as we passed by. We stopped in a door which was second to the last. The last one was right in the dead end, colored white, quite different from the previous doors which were maroon. “This is your room Madame,” informed Mr. Ian to me. He opened the door and I went inside before him.

Trying to stand up, my legs feel wobbly but I manage to grab onto a chair before I fall and I turn my head. There, sat Austin Dechart with a smirk on his face and I could feel my blood run cold. "Hello principessa. Long time no see."

I put my bag on the hanger and take out my iPad. I turn to look at Mr. Harrison and he was still glaring at me. I gulped and looked back down. "Since everyone is here,I am going to do the introduction"he says coming to stand Infront of the class in tight fitting pants and white shirt ironed to perfection. His pants looks so tight,why is he a Elvis Presley wanna be. He black hair is jelled to perfection,no fringes or lose strand anywhere.

And people would do anything to lick his feet, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t find it disgusting. “Hello, Mr…” Alex trailed, as he didn’t know his name, but he was quick to provide it. “George.” I could swear that I saw his tail wagging behind him. “Yes, Mr. George. Thank you. I heard today was a club opening, and my wife and I.” He held up my hands and continued, "We're a little bored, and we decided to check it out.”

To Rissa's surprise, that was the highlight of the welcome she got before everyone focused on their jobs. " Mr George will put you through; you have nothing to worry about,” Mrs Robinson said, smiling pleasantly "he is a competent jerk”, she added in a whisper. Mrs Robinson laughed, and Rissa smiled. "I heard that, Chloe," Mr George said, fuming. " I need to go, my ex-boyfriend is losing his cool”, Mrs Robinson said playfully, but Mr George just looked around embarrassed. " By the way, you look familiar, Miss Stonebridge. Have we met before?" Mrs Robinson questioned suspiciously.