Michael Scott Novels & Stories

My heart clenches with envy and pride at the new addition. "Everyone I would like for you to meet, Michael Matthews. Named after his late Uncle Mike," Scott says, passing the bundle to his sister's arms who is openly crying. A knife twists in my stomach. Happiness and grief pushes through the room. Mike. We all pass Little Mike around. Each one of us shed a few tears of pure happiness. Another Mike in the world. Another Mike that will grow up to love Moira.

"Wait here." I say to my parents before following him to his office. In Alpha Reed's office we sat in the chairs in front of his desk and he sat behind it, but as he stared at us I could tell that he was very unhappy because of the letter and I sighed as scenarios played through my mind of what I would like to do to Tamara right now. Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk.

Garrick's POV I hung up the phone then laughed, my hands slapping together as I threw my head back. "Finally that little fucker's dead! Man it feels so good to know that little chin length haired shit is finally dead." I said. "So how are we going to handle Mike?" Scott asked me after he was done laughing. "Oh fuck that little weasel! He's so puny I could flick him over with my finger. I'm not worried about him in the least bit!

Andrew and Michael had successfully taken over Scott Group. However, they both knew they only held onto empty shells without the shares. Their power and position were shallow victories before the real deal. Michael had no choice but to marry Asteria and have a child with her. That was the only way to get the shares. Not that he was not thrilled with the idea, she was one fine thing. He would have been happier if she was a virgin, but he did not mind. There were more than enough nymphs ready to spread their legs for him - the Global CEO of Scott Group.

"I'm not listening to your protests. You either do as I say or I kick you out…" Faced with such sharpness, Scott gave up. He pitifully nodded. “Okay.” Michael wasn't a bit moved by his pitiful act. Scott was fiercer than a tiger; just because he was sick and suddenly acting different didn't mean he wasn't the troublemaker he was. Michael straightened his back. "Goodnight…" Scott leaned back and glanced at Michael, taking in the perfect figure from head to toe. He flirted, “Don't you think the goodbye would be complete with a kiss…"

Was this one of his jokes, or was he really serious about it? Michael nodded. "You sound surprised. I don't think I've made it a secret that I'm really into you. Who wouldn't be? Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Vivian smiled at him, but she pulled her hand out of his gently. "I… Ermmm" she began, but she didn't get to finish her statement, because at that moment, Scott appeared from the hallway. A frown on his face as he stared at her. "Mr McCall,'' Vivian breathed as she took a step away from Michael. "You're back. Good morning, Sir."

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

A subtle smirk slowly crept onto his lips. "Why do you look so scared, Ms. Samuels?" He cut off the silence between them. Honey immediately shot her head up. Shock would be an understatement for her as she resisted the urge to double-check. 'He knows her name? Travis Scott? America’s richest man just happens to know her name. What the hell?? Amused by her reaction, Travis couldn't stop smiling. Honey, on the other hand, instantly melted like a puddle of wax. His charming smile took her breath away.

The front door swings open before I can even knock, Scott stands there in low gray sweatpants that hang dangerously on his hips, his thick bulge already obvious and tempting. He wears that signature cocky grin as he pulls me inside by the waist. His large hand immediately slides under my short skirt and cups my bare, wet pussy. “You actually came,” he says, voice low and rough with lust. “And no panties, fuck, you’re such a good little slut for us.” Tyler lounges on the big couch with his legs spread wide. My heart slams hard in my chest when I notice the third person sitting beside him, Mike, a senior lacrosse player I’ve only ever seen from afar.

He bowed and apologized profusely for the turbulence he had caused. "Oh Lord, what is he up to?" Scarlet pondered, taking off her hands from her ears. Michael was infamously known for being a notorious rabble rouser. It was the last day of college and she hoped he was not up to some sort of mischief. She bit her lip out of the growing worry in her heart.