Michael Mell Novels & Stories

It was Michael Andrew, my other best friend, asides from Olivia. "Hey man, how's it going? Where are you?" I asked. Michael was an actor and had been shooting an action movie in New York, he was expected to be back before this evening because he was going to be my best man. "I just arrived at the front of GS Capital. I'll be in your office in a few minutes," Michael laughed. "Get your ass up here man," I laughed and cut the call. I was just about to tell Abigail to hold my next meeting when the door opened and in walked Muna.

Michael yelled, grabbing another bottle and throwing it against the wall, smashing it and spilling its contents all over the floor. “And so what if he comes back, is that what has gotten you all worked up like this?” “Why would it not!” He barked at his friend. “Why would it not?” “You forget who you are Michael. You are the CEO of Skyline hotels and clubs, you have been there the longest, you have the influence over most of the decision making. You are a Hunt, Michael Hunt.” Michael smiled to himself and sat up properly. He chuckled. “Yes, Michael Hunt of the Skyline hotels and clubs.”

Michael said with a tone of finality. "What!!!!

After about ten missed calls, Michael called back and shouted at Logan annoyingly. " Bastard, why are you dying? Don't you know I'm on a special mission? I can't take calls from anyone from southerners ." " What? Why can't you?" Logan asked, getting curious. " Lord," Michael's sighing voice stuffed Logan's ears. " I'm here as an underground officer with my other comrades to distinguish businessmen. Do you want me to get caught by your annoying calls?" Michael scowled, causing Logan to lose his sanity. " Michael, mind your tone. I just wanted to speed up the process because I'm barely holding back Alpha from going to North."

I muttered, clasping my fingers as I awaited Michael's response. Michael is a renowned detective who works for the state's secret service and other government agencies, so accessing databases, which seems impossible, isn't a challenge for him since he's authorized to obtain information from anywhere in the state, even government facilities. Apart from working for government officials, he also serves reputable businessmen like us, who pay a significant portion of our earnings in taxes. I must say that's one of the perks of being a prominent billionaire. I poured more wine into my glass and crossed my legs as I waited for Michael's feedback.

I can tell that he's enjoying what I'm doing to his body right now, he has already forgotten how he complains earlier about the maple syrup is so thick and sticky. Eventually, I got used to the weird taste of maple syrup and Michael's sweat. My back is aching from bending so much just to lick his six-pack abs. When I can't take it anymore I decided to just kneel in front of Michael and I don't know if that's the best decision I ever made in my whole life. I don't know but Michael seems like 6'5 tall and I'm like maybe five feet tall, so when I knelt in front of him his long and hard shaft hit me right in the face, I couldn't even reach his six-pack abs to lick.

His name is Jeremy Richards and he’s the company secretary. “M-Mr. Michell, s-she won’t listen-” “You’re pathetic.” The deep voice makes the poor secretary cower. The man in question is not someone they should anger. “I-I…” The man by the name Mr. Michell silences him with a look and turns to his men. “Go back to your stations,” he calmly orders. “I’ll find her.” The men are unsure but he doesn’t stay around to chat. Instead, he steps into an elevator and presses the button to the topmost floor.

“Michael is a snake. Why would you believe a word he says?” I stop by my car and turn to him, fighting the tears that are starting to form again. “Because he knows something.” Dell shakes his head. “You don’t know that. He could be lying. He would say anything to get under your skin. It’s Michael—he fooled the entire police and FBI while working with the Northern Mafia.” I fully turn to him, my jaw clenched. “I do.”

I quickly swiped the green button to accept the video call and propped the device against my pillows. Michael appeared on the screen. He sat on the edge of a hotel bed wearing a plain white t-shirt. Dark circles rested beneath his eyes, making him look exhausted. He rubbed his face with his free hand and offered a small, tired smile when he saw me. "You look worn out," I noted softly. I pulled the blankets up to my chest and shifted my position on the mattress. "Did the flight go okay?" "The flight was fine, but Vanessa scheduled a press conference the minute we landed," Michael replied. His deep voice sounded raspy through the small phone speaker. "I had to answer questions for three hours.