Mr Love Novels & Stories

Mike and Rob are old friends; I first met them when I just started stripping and had to do table dance for them; we used to be inseparable, but then Mike got married to that bat, and Rob had to take over the family business, not the kind of business that you operate in the open, he is one of the biggest mafia bosses in the city. An hour later, I pull into the parking lot of Mavericks. Mike meets me outside. “Kay, it is great to see you.” “It is awesome to see your crazy ass too. This place is amazing; where is he?” “He does not know you are coming; stand behind his skinny ass, so he does not see you.” Walking up to the bar, I can see Rob standing there with his back towards us; when did he g

Several Months Later A black Mercedes came and stopped in front of a huge multi-storey building out of which came a gentleman in a black suit who's none other than Mark Robinson, that self made multi millionaire businessman with good looks, intelligence and the powerfull aura to die for. He is the elder son of Benjamin & Sarah Robinson the original founders of The Robinsons company, who died in a car crash ten years ago.

I snapped coldly, “you’re here begging for sex? No sex for a poor man.” Richard froze. His face hardened. Shame turned quickly to anger. “What do you want me to do?” he shouted. “Rob a bank?!” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Why don’t you ask Malcolm?” At the mention of that name, his jaw clenched. Malcolm Blackwood. One of California’s top business moguls. Powerful, ruthless, wealthy beyond measure. A man known not just for his money, but for his unshakable discipline and street-smart instincts. He was respected and feared in the business world. To Malcolm, every fallen man was an opportunity. Every business collapse, a stepping stone to his next victory.

Yes ‘my’ not ‘our’ because I use every opportunity, even the slightest to get possessive. Beauty and brains! Shoot me!! Mr. Brett is his name. Gosh, his name also screams sexy. He is drop-dead stunning, hot as steam. I could literally salivate looking at him. Mr. Brett was obviously a rebel. He has so many visible tattoos and a bad temper. He was not exactly my taste in guys, but somehow, I managed to fall head over heels in love with him.

Don’t be sarcastic, Mindy. Maurice is a good guy. As for my boss, Maron Korolev, he has a habit of popping up at my office without any warning. He clearly doesn’t understand the concept of knocking on someone's door before entering. “Miss Williams,” he’ll say, “I need a detailed Excel sheet about the expenses for the opening ceremony of our new product.” Or something along those lines. He could easily email me his requests, but he seems to prefer the old-school way; making them in person. And every time he appears, I can’t help but picture him standing there with no clothes, saying “Miss Williams, I need you to get naked, so we can have passionate sex on your desk right here, right now.”

How did he. Standing in front of the door like an angry soldier is Mr CEO... looking as furious as ever! 🤭🤭🤭🤭 Grace on this one👍👍 Is Mr CEO already falling in love??🤭 2k likes and 300 comments to unlock the next episode 💘

He may be the same age as my father Me: excuse me mr, I'm a little distracted The mr: no, it's okay, me too I'm head in the air I say nothing and I go to the bathroom, on my return I see him sitting near my table Me: I'm sorry again Mr: no don't worry Something tells me that this man will be perfect for my mother lol Me: are you single? The mr: I'm a little old for you I think Me: no I don't speak for myself, just for my mother The mr: ah I understand, I have been single for 1 year now, I lost my wife in an accident Me: ah I'm sorry, I lost my father too and I can say that I understand your pain The mr: what's your name? Me: Ashley and you? Mr: Louis Me: Louis uh sorry but how would you like

He took his phone and texted Adam. He's the least person he suspected of being a mole. Ex special ops agent, retired with a clean sheet. "Meet me inside the house, I think there's someone in here. Meghan's room. Don't tell the others yet. The person inside might be the least of our problems yet."

came her response, “but it would not be surprising if another did just that.” I sighed. This reeked of Richard. And he had to do it on the same day Earl Jonathan's fifteen billion dollars was to come in. “Are you at work, Maddie?” I asked her. “Not yet,” she replied, “I'll come in about fifteen minutes.” “I see you're already making good use of your new benefits,” I teased her a little. “You bet.” The call ended, and another came in. It was from Mr. Carlos Robinson, a private investor like Ben Maxwell.

He released a murderous aura as he was about to announce the name. BUT! A text message came through again. Their CEO drastically changed, from a hurricane ready to uproot careers to a spring breeze carrying cherry blossoms and love letters. He typed his reply with the tenderness of a man composing poetry. Then, he placed his phone down. In a split second, Mr. Wright morphed back into a man who carried the storm. He gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t make me call you out. Stand up and give your explanation for being on the phone, calling your mistress instead of working on your deadline!”