Michael En Novels & Stories

Micheal’s friendly tenor voice filled the room and I sighed inwardly before plastering a smile on my face and standing up. My lover and submissive, Micheal Wales stared back at me, his pretty face holding a big smile and his hands clutching a bouquet of equally pretty roses. Micheal was a golden retriever; at least, that was how I thought of him. At twenty-five, he was a year older than I was but definitely not in experience. He was sheltered, sweet and kind and the son of a billionaire. He worked in a branch of his father’s company as the head of operations.

“We still have ample time. You can keep watching. See if I’m your true love.” He uttered the last few words softly, but they weighed heavy and momentarily froze Ivanka’s expression. In the next moment, she smiled and said, “You really have a knack for humor, Mr. Sadler.” … After working overtime at the office, Michael had just finished signing the last document. He rubbed his temples and leaned back in his chair. Glancing at the phone on the desk, he slowly picked it up and logged into his long-neglected Twitter account. When he saw the top trending topic, his face turned livid!

she explained awkwardly. She decided not to admit that she thought Michael was too closed off to have friends, especially considering his top position. “Well, looks like you’re in for a surprise,” Michael said with a smile. “I’m friends with Lennon Meiner, the fashion designer. Colin Nellis, the owner of one of the top five jewelry stores in the country. Also Leanne Kinsley, the model on the Lipstick magazine.” “Really?” Her eyes went wide. “I was expecting only one!”

Rapheal knows Lucian and wouldn't let his advantage slip. “Alright, I'm coming.” Micheal hung up the call before Erick could say anything else, giving him a belief that things would get done with Micheal coming into the picture himself. “Who's that?” Ryder asked. “Michael is here; he's already coming.” Erick replied with a smile on his face. “Who's Michael?” Thompson asked with his eyes wide open. Raphael chuckled, telling him that Michael is from New York and has been the one dealing with Lucian while he had gone to New York; Michael is the boss of the syndicates over there.

" Gideon asked. "No I'm good. " declined Michael. Gideon felt ashamed that Michael saw him in such a terrible state. Michael wouldn't stop staring at him. Michael is one of Gideon's business partners. He supplies whisky to Gideon's bars all over New York. Michael is one out of the two remaining business partners of Gideon who didn't pull out. He had lost five out of the seven to Emma and he was yet to get replacements. "I brought something for you. " Michael said presenting a sealed envelope to Gideon.

Michael said voice low and unsettling. "What happened Michael." Jonathan said sternly. "S-she i-is not in a v-very good shape from Aiden." Michael said hands clasped together, fingers tangled. "What do... " "Just come with me." With that Michael turned to leave. Jonathan and Jim followed him to the parking lot. Michael stopped and breathed out loudly. He turned to both of them. "Be calm okay." "What..." Michael gestured him to keep quiet. "Venessa ..... see we are here." Michael said slowly and this is new for both of them. Michael is a hardcore person.

I let out a chuckle in between, but the incoming footsteps interrupt me, followed by the loud, abrupt words. “Phoenix, you need to see this!” All three of us turn, arching our brows in curiosity as the guy I recognize as Enzo hurries towards us with newspapers. Yeah, he's the one in charge of bringing papers to Raven. “Enzo, the fuck is it?” Raven asks, quite anxious. “The papers…it's Michael…” Enzo stutters, however, upon hearing that name I abhor so much, I lunge forward and snatch the papers from him, eyes scanning the headlines.

His mom questioned in concern. " Yeah, I'm all good just a little slip" he responded and I bit my lower lip hard enough to swallow my laughter. She nodded in understanding and returned to her conversation with Hunter and now Michelle joined the group. " So, you're Hunter's secretary?" Michael asked me as Mason is still standing behind him with a grip on the handles of his wheelchair. " Yes I am" " How does working with him feel? Cause for all I know, he's a douchebag" Michael's smirk was entirely playful and even despite his facade, I could see the love he really possess for the McConnell son.

I snapped He sighed "I'm sorry Michael" ♤♡♧♧♡♡♤●■●

, Michael mumbled. "Either way", he straightened. "That lunch we talked about a lot and we ended up kissing each other. Then we went on a run together and ...", Michael reddened. I almost dropped my glass. Michael Philippe de Beaumont, the cold-hearted stone-faced boss of a billion-worthy company, of the company Beaumont Enterprise, the eldest son of Véronique and Hector, two CEOs, a Harvard graduate, the soon 30-year-old man who broke noses with his bare palm, blushed!