George X Mr P Novels & Stories

G: “How’s shopping going?” I replied; *“Can’t find anything I like.” Then added a pouty face emoji. *Mr. G: “That’s because nothing does justice to your beauty.” My pulse tripped. Damn, Graham got lines. *Mr. G: “I’m sorry we didn’t get to spend the morning together. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.” Goosebumps raced down my arms, my center got excited. *“I look forward to it.” I replied.

"You're sure about this, George? You’re sure my Head of Strategic Acquisitions is engaging in... unprofessional conduct?" "I’d bet my life on it! I saw the man myself, charcoal suit, platinum links, looking like he just won the lottery," George hissed, his voice cracking with excitement. "He walked out of here looking far too satisfied." Killian’s jaw tightened. "Open the door, George. Let’s see this satisfaction for ourselves." George didn't hesitate. He grabbed the handle and flung the door open with enough force to make it bang against the interior wall, his face twisted in a mask of triumphant malice.

“Then consider this our movie, baby.” His penthouse was breathtaking, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights, cream marble, soft lighting. But I barely registered any of it. He kicked the bedroom door open and I caught a glimpse of perfect order: crisp white sheets, not a single thing out of place. He set me gently on the edge of the bed, stepped back, and just looked at me. “Gosh, you’re very beautiful,” he said, voice low and reverent. “I could stand here looking at you all day.”

Gathering all the courage I could muster I opened my mouth. "Um… What are you doing here and who are you??" I asked Mr. X who just smirked at me with arms folded and imagine he had the audacity to lean against my door! Since he wasn’t answering I decided that I am going to close the door but sensing that he placed his foot on the side preventing the door from being closed. Oh no…. ___________________________________________________________________

Get me out of here. My hand reached toward him despite myself. Step by step, I approached him. Maybe the ropes holding his hands were tight, but— A board squeaked under my foot. I whirled around. Mr. X was standing by the door. Shadows flickered on his face because of the moving bulb and made him look like anything but human. His posture was laid back. Hands in the pockets. A little tilt of the head. His eyes, however, were completely empty. "Didn't I warn you not to be here?"

Prince Xander smiled. "Just tell me Mr George," replied the Prince. "I'm sorry, Prince. May I stay here? I will build a hut and will farm," said George. Prince Xander was a little surprised at George's words. "Mr. George, are you sure?" Prince Xander asked. George nodded. "I'm sure, Prince. I'm not young anymore. It's time for me to rest. My legs are not strong anymore to travel far. Please, allow me to stay here," said George. Prince Xander thought for a moment. "Alright. I grant your request. Dante before we go, we must help Mr. George to build a hut. Make sure Mr. George is safe here." Prince Xander said while patting Dante's shoulder. "Prince, thank you very much for all your kindness,"

A NIGHT WITH MR XANDER (Becoming his addiction) Chapter Over at the company where the employees walked about trying to carry out certain task, Mr Peter was seen in his office scribbling down notes when the door to the office was pulled open by Gerald for Xander to walk in. The pen Mr Peter held froze in place on seeing XANDER and with a smile, he spoke. "MR XANDER you're here" he said, his eyes on Xander who had his seat across him.

Big-headed man? Looking at Hua Mucheng's smiling face, Master George frowned and asked, "Oh? Why can't I see anything special?" "Master George, I think Miss Hua is deliberately mystifying things here. This boy is wearing cheap clothes. Hurry up and expel them. The clothing exhibition must be held normally," Zhao Xin said jokingly. "Yes, Master George, we are deliberately wasting everyone's time!" Sun Xiang echoed. Master George's face seemed to be gloomy. He was an international fashion designer who had presided over many world-class clothes exhibition meetings. No one had ever paid him. If this beautiful oriental classical woman dared to pay him, he would still do the same.

Explanation? Henry had been smiling ingratiatingly by the side. When he saw George's gaze, he almost peed his pants. Others might not know who George was, but he was a developer. The people he was in connection with were wealthy and influential. Naturally, he knew who George was. He was once the big boss of the underworld in Ol' Mare, the heir of the great Severn family. He was a vicious character! Moreover, there was Mister Kane, who was more terrifying than George!

Instantly, everyone was stunned and they could not figure out what was going on. George stood respectfully in front of Philip, bowed, and said, “Mr. Clarke.” Everyone was astounded by that scene! George Thomas, the richest man in Riverdale, actually bowed to Philip, that useless man!