George X Mr P Novels & Stories

A maid soon served us a glass of orange juice while both Mr and Mrs George’s faces lit up with appreciation running through their faces as soon as they saw the gift basket and wine handed by my security to the maid. “That’s so thoughtful! You remembering is so heartwarming. Thank you sweetheart, it explains why you’re so blessed with an amazing family who cares for you.” She appreciated it but my mind was divided and screaming at me. What the hell is going on with Mr George, whom I had known for years? I mean I knew he was getting older but sick? Liv had not mentioned that he sounded ill.

A slow smirk pulled at Mr. Greenwood’s lips. “Well, well,” he mused, stepping aside slightly. “George Spears. You haven’t changed after all these years. Still just as uptight, I see.” George’s stance remained stiff, his expression unreadable. He made no move to step inside. Instead, his hands remained in the pockets of his long coat, his dark eyes scanning Mr. Greenwood’s face as though he were trying to see past the surface, past the false pleasantries.

I need to get my spare keycard back. Fuck, I’m exhausted. I’ve had enough of charity galas to last me ten fucking lifetimes. Again, I have Matthew to blame. What’s the point of attending these things? One phone call and my donation is handled. The last thing I want is putting my face out in public with the line of not very legal businesses I own. Why on earth do they need me to show up? I walked into my room and the first thing that caught my attention was the dainty pair of heels on the floor. I’m not an expert on female fashion, but these heels look like they cost a pretty penny. I picked them up and placed them to the side.

"Who are you?" Claire looked down at Reaper and his men on one knee. "I am the man who decides what happens here tonight.” Mr. X sat on the chair with one leg folded over the other; his shiny shoes had the reflection of the chandelier. The silence in the house was deafening, and you could hear a pin drop on the floor. He then stood up and stretched out his arms as the men rushed over to remove his coat. Beneath his coat, he wore a navy blue silk shirt. "Where are your friends?"

I seem to have met you somewhere" Hailey could not help but laugh. "Mr Xavier, this kind of tactic in chatting one up is out of date in this country" She held out her hand and said politely. "Nice to meet you. I'm tbe secretary of the President of the Cokes cooperation. My surname is George." ........ ........ Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update..

Jacob pleaded. Mr. George raised his eyebrows. "Why do I need to call him? We already know the result and it will be faxed to us any minute now," he said. "Tell him to change the result. Make it positive," Jacob ordered. direct laugh Mr. George laughed. . He put both his hands on his waist and then scratched his prickly nose. Mr. George was a Mestizo because his father is an American. "You're kidding, right?" The eyebrows of Mr. George met. His eyes narrowed and looked at Jacob closely. "What's on your mind?" he continued.

Yan pouted and April glared reluctantly at her. “ Pleeeeease” Yan pleaded. April let out a frustrating groan. “ Fine, I won’t tell him a thing” She said. “ Promise?” Yan asked. “ Promise” She replied and Yan beamed. *. *. * Steven was busy discussing a project with Mr. Feng, a director of an animation industry. Steven’s female secretary, Miley, was also present and she did most of the talking. Steven paid rapt attention. Well not until his phone buzzed, snapping his attention to it.

She paused for a while her hands at her back as she fidgeted clearly anxious, she looked at their curious gazes and began speaking again. "Someone special told me it is better to try than regret later for not trying, I would be disappointed if I don't get the part but I would be happy that I tried my best, I would just try again another time". She answered sincerely as they all stared at her emotionless, there was a drift in Miranda's eyes, something She couldn't understand . "Who is That Someone Special?". A deep rich unfamiliar voice spoke to her, The voice was deep and rich and was soothing to hear, it had a hint of British accent in it surprising Grace, the voice belonged to Mr Black who

Was all this ruckus over a guest? “These are the men employed to secure this household and have been doing an excellent job of it,” Mrs Patterson’s voice reverberated in the room, sounding warm and equally professional, as she introduced the security team to Kane King. “Any word you might like to have with them, they’re at your disposal.” “And here we have our cooks. Besides Mr Lawrence, I believe you’re well acquainted with Rosa and Phillip.” He simply nodded at all the cooks, acknowledging the two familiar faces with a hint of a smile.

George, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, was the first to break the silence. "Aww... My darling, so sorry to scare you!" George's voice carried a playful tone, blending amusement and affection. "By the way... You are looking gorgeously amazing, beautiful, charming, enchanting... a heartthrob beauty..." George attempted to continue the shower of compliments, but his words stumbled under the sheer weight of admiration. Emma and Mariam, thoroughly entertained by his poetic attempts, exchanged amused glances.