Mr King Novels & Stories

he asks. "I really didn't want to wake you up." "Can't you go in the morning?" "I work, Mr. Kent." "I noticed that you don't usually use Mr. as a formality, but rather with sarcasm." We laugh. "Do I?" "I'll take you." He gets up. "What?" I regret looking up, he's completely naked. The man is a mountain of muscles, so fit that it almost makes me feel insecure about my body. "Home." "It's not necessary."

Mrs kings states. “On the contrary….I do approve, and I am not in support of this whole stressful cooking episode so speak for yourself only” Mr kings speaks up. “Now you guys are making me feel like I am the problem…….that’s nice” she says pushing her food away. “I will do the cooking” I agree even though it is not coming from my heart. “You will do it?” Brian questions and I nod.

She rose up immediately from her seat, and as she tried to hurry to the crowd, I grabbed her hand and stopped her. My eyes must have gotten red as I stared at her, because I saw the shock in her face as she stared back at me. I ignored that. Then, with a cracked voice that felt forced and uneasy, I asked her, “Wh- who is he? Who is that man, and what is his position in this company?”. “What do you mean, Miss? Don't you know who Micheal Rodriguez is?”. “And, did you not watch the news yesterday?”. “He is the owner of Ma-Kings company and some other companies he mentioned. He is the one and only authentic chairman of three huge companies”.

It always sat uneasy with him , hearing a man older than his father calling him sir. “Is there a problem with it, Sir” “Umm- it just doesn't feel right to me.” “But it's a protocol to properly address the master of the house as such. You're Sir Jacob's husband, the staff shall address you with respect.” “Then will you call me William when we are alone.” “Yes si- William. I shall address you that way in private.” A small smile broke across William's face. “Thank you” he muttered, walking towards the dining room. The long table was laid out lavishly, every dish still steaming hot. He stood there for a moment, staring at it all.

As soon he saw RK, he greeted him. After that everyone inside the room stop doing what they were doing and called him "Mr. Kingston." But no one dare to call him by his name as that man did. The man, James Miller, come over and put his arm around RK's shoulder, and said, "RK come, sit here! We haven't seen each other for so long. It was hard to meet you than meeting a King!" "That's right! Mr. RK, we are looking for you many times. It was hard for to friends get together. Today you are not allowed to leave early!" The speaker was the other person sitting on the sofa.

Of fucking course. I stabbed my fork into the chicken on my plate, not even tasting it. This was the shit that got me heated. Holland didn't know the first thing about my finals or my major or literally anything about me, but here he was asking Kelvin about his semester like they were having some meaningful father-son moment. Kelvin's voice came out soft and humble like it always did. "Yeah, it's going great. Thank you for asking, sir." *Sir.* Who the fuck says sir to their dad in 2026?

I pressed, my voice low. Maria took a deep breath, her gaze fixing on mine with a gravity that made my heart stop. “Hillary’s father... the man who has spent his life pretending she doesn't exist to protect his career... is the current President of the Imperial City, Kenneth Denver.” ”W… What?!” Kenneth Denver. The man whose face was on every news channel. The man who stood for 'Family Values' and 'Imperial Strength.' The leader of the most powerful territory in the region.

Somehow, that is the truth before but What can I say, Mr Young is definitely my type and it's hard to not fall for someone as gorgeous and unique like him. “Really?” Mark sent me a small smile, I eyed him with suspicion. I nodded. “I thought you were head heels over your teacher. You looked at him like a God or your saviour” he cackled hysterically. God! He infuriates me. ”At Least he's not a douchebag like yourself. Don't forget to wake up early tomorrow, We need exercise and to practice the dance” He rolled his eyes and slammed the door before I could say Another word. Good, I thought.

"Then you let little Eileen be. It doesn't stop you from being a great guy, Brian." He sighed, "Is that why you're not married because girls are difficult?" "Well," Marcus shrugged, "you're not far from the truth." "Is that why Godfather James and uncle grumpy are not married too?" He asked, his eyes popping wide in curiosity. Marcus chuckled, "I guess." "Speak for yourself, dipshit," James playfully smacked Marcus in the head, walking into the living room. "I understand women like the back of my palm, I'm just not getting married yet by my own will."

I am relieved when Simon makes an appearance. “The table looks so lovely M, I love what you have done with it. Maybe we should entertain more if I get to see how talented you are.” "Yes, I can see your house keeper is a man of many talents," Mr douche chimes in with false sincerity. Simon looks at him with a strange expression, and I can see his jaw harden. "Marcus is more than my House keeper he is also my friend and my…and ..and someone very special to me," he finishes softly, taking my hands in his. This man ..he really knows how to wreck me. I squeeze his hand, hoping he can see how grateful I am. I get up to bring the food to the table and tune out their shop talk as I plate the food.