George X Mr P Novels & Stories

Later that day, at Oriental restaurant. Mr George sat, staring at the door expectantly. He had gotten a reply from Cain Industry saying they were ready to buy the shares. Out of greed, he increased the price. “He had totally hit the jackpot”, he thought, feeling proud of himself. He was becoming impatient, finally a dark skinned guy entered the room. Mr George had made a private reservation so it was just both of them. "Mr George", Felix said. "Yes", Mr George answered, his eyes bright like a kid who was getting a reward.

“What do you think, Mr. M?” “I think it's a good idea you called me in, sir,” X responded in his imitation of how the stereotypical Man in Black spoke, nearly monotone and emotionless, rather than his usual bouncy exuberance. “What can you tell me about other unusual things going on around here or seen around here lately? Have there been any?” X pulled from his jacket a small notebook and began taking notes in it with a graphite pencil, as if it were the 1950s as was his style of dress, instead of 2024, a time of tablets, cell phones, and laptops.

“Mr. Lawson, look at how thoughtful my friend is. She gave us an antique wooden Saint George statue as a gift. Can you take a look please?" Martin grinned as he heard her words, his white teeth gleaming against his dark skin. “I love wood more than anything. Bring it here and let me take a look.”

Chapter 17: CEO got sick I changed into my jogging clothes and opened my door. As I opened the door, I saw Mr Brent sitting in front of my door. He was asleep. I tried to wake him up by calling his name but he didn't respond. He was murmuring something. I got close to him to listen to what he was trying to say. He was actually calling my name, "Linda, Don't leave me again. I'm sorry for all I did. I will never do it again. "

Raya Mr. Micheal Sterling was walking past the boardroom when we walked out a few minutes later and Mr. Maxwell Sterling scowled. "Told you, didn't I? That being a CEO isn't for everyone. You just had to go and make a fool of yourself. Anyway, still not too late to back down." I winced as Mr. Micheal Sterling said all that, having a smug smile on his face and I nearly jumped when he turned a smile on me, "hey pretty, thanks for the other day"

She frowned and asked him, "Am I not a member of the Toland family? Why haven't you arranged one for me?" Upon hearing this, only did George recall that he had promised to arrange for her to have a nutritionist. He'd forgotten about it since it was only a small matter. Now looking at her cute and wronged look, he held her in his arms and said, "I'll get the nutritionist to come right now." George's nutritionist, Xavier Felton was a very delicate man. After meeting with him, Sigrid thought that he was a celebrity. His skin was silky smooth and radiant. Sigrid was envious of his perfect skin!

I proceeded to my designated room. When I entered the dim room, Mr. X was already there, sitting on the sofa, waiting for me with his black mask on. This time he was already naked, wearing his boxer shorts. "Sweetie, you came back too soon. Do you miss me already? Can't get enough of my 7 inch cock, eh?" he asked smugly, smirking. Damn, just the mere mention of his 7-inch cock already made me wet with desire. My core pulsate with great anticipation.

Chapter 3: Mr. Salazar part 2 “Mr. Salazar.” He looked at me and showed me a small smile. I smiled back. “Do you want me to narrate the story again?” He said, jokingly. Can`t blame him tho. Well, this happens a lot, that`s why. He have that stoic face while saying that. If you don`t know him, you`d probably think that he is mad or weird. Imagine, a person joked to you but his face is stoic. Wews.

MK came back looking solemn. “Miss Brown, can I have a word with you please?” He asked, and I looked at me, Xavier, before looking at him. “S…” “What do you want with my secretary?” Mr. Xavier asked. “Nothing much, Mr Xavier, I just need your secretary for a few minutes.” “What’s that, if I may ask?” “Like I said, it’s nothing much, my main model for today’s program was involved in an accident on her way here.” “So.” Mr. Xavier drawled.

Me. Mr Drey motioned for her to continue and the room quieted. She kept butchering my presentation as she went on. I would’ve done far better than she did because it was my work. My sweat. “This is impressive...” I yipped with glee in my mind. He liked it. Not that I cared but he liked it. I schooled my facial expression to portray nonchalance. “So, why is your presentation shabby?” A snort almost escaped me. I quickly covered it up with a cough, earning stares from across the room. Including his.