Klaus Heisler Novels & Stories

I peck her lips again. She blushed and hit my shoulder playfully, clicking her tongue. “Your subordinate is still here” “Klaus doesn't see anything. Right, Klaus,” I asked over my shoulder. “Of course, Mrs Pearce. I have astigmatism. Everything is a blur to me. I should get going,” Klaus held the tablets under his armpit and stretched out his hand, feeling for obstacles as if he couldn't see for real. He acted so smoothly that I was almost convinced he was blind.

It's my very hot ex- boss Klaus. He's dressed in a pair of signature black jeans and white T-shirt with a black leather jacket over it. He has on a pair of black Snickers too. His black hair is perfectly combed and almost covers his left eye, damn he's hot and delicious!. I feel like kissing him this instant but hey.... that's not where we are right now. "Hello, come in please" I usher him into the living room. "Nice flat you've got here" he compliments and I begin to wonder why he would find this place cool. It's nothing compared to his fabulous condo.

Not knowing whether it's day or night because there are no windows or light, I pinch the bridge of my nose and try to ignore the massive hangover that's making my head pound like a drumline. I vaguely remember one of my new pals calling the big man who took me Tony, but I have no idea who he is and I didn't recognize him. As I'm racking my brain, trying to figure the current situation out, I hear footsteps above and then a door opens. A bare light bulb flickers on above and I blink against the brightness. Looking up, I see a man step into view. Someone I instantly recognize. Matthias Volkanov, the ruling don of the Volkanov family.

He is so tall and wide from his big muscles that he almost didn't fit in my door frame. "Hey, buddy." Tim said in his deep sultry voice. It immediately caused chills to run down my spine. I tried not to blush but it's almost useless to try. Tim is the most popular man on our team. He's tall, muscular, and has a smile that would make you agree to anything! He is also the employee of the month for the past six months. I have yet to confirm if he likes men because he never dates anyone from our firm. He is also a very private man.

Thinking back to a few years ago, Dean and Nathan were also here to teach Klaus a lesson. I can't believe that many years later, I'm still one of the people challenging him. I've known him for many years, he is an extremely cold person, who almost has no other desires other than work. He isn't concerned about anything and he usually does nothing, except for working out. Even if he is on vacation, he does not indulge in any leisure activities. There really isn't anyone that can ask Klaus to come with just a call but recently, as long as he receives a call from Hilda, the king of the insurance industry will be there immediately. I can't believe this!

I should consider myself lucky it lasted this long. “Didn’t it ever cross your mind that I just don’t want to see your face?” Klaus looked thoughtful for a moment; he even frowned, thinking deeply. “No,” he shook his head. “I mean, come on. Just look at me,” he gestured with his forefinger over his face and body. “I’m Klaus Martinelli,” he announced, chest puffing out as if that explained everything. I made a gagging sound. Klaus pulled out the cooked bacon and hash brown from the skillets.

Her heart beat faster. His lips parted. But then, just as quickly, he shut them again. “There’s no problem with you,” he said finally, voice low. She frowned. “Then?” He exhaled through his nose, running a hand over his jaw. “It’s just… why are you talking to that guy?” She blinked. “Who?” “That… that Karl,” he muttered, the name coming out sharp, bitter. Serena stared at him, stunned. “Wait… are you serious?”

Had watched it happen with Luca from the beginning. I turned. Klaus Bauer standing at the entrance of the main room. Thirty one years old. Taller than I had processed from the phone calls height was the thing that didn't translate to voice. The easy quality of movement I remembered from the garden, the unhurried way he occupied space. A dark suit that fit him the way expensive things fit people who had earned them. And the face.

Katerina: “Hello?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I answered whoever was calling. Nathan, who was asleep by my side, opened his eyes, frowning in confusion at who was calling this early in the morning. “Hello, is this Mrs. Katerina Kozlov?” A man asked. “Yes, it’s me” I said, sitting up. Nathan sat up, shaking his head in confusion before a smile replaced his forming frown. “I am Professor Jasper from…”

Klaus's disheveled arrival, the visible hickey, the constant phone checking, my eventual breakdown in his office. Wednesday listened without interrupting, her expression growing progressively more outraged. When I finished, she drained her wine glass and immediately refilled it. "Okay. First of all, Klaus Thorne is an inconsiderate bastard. Coming to work with a visible hickey? Checking his phone constantly during meetings? That's not just unprofessional, it's deliberately obtuse." "He probably didn't realize—"