Mr Perfect Novels & Stories

He looked like he’d been slapped. "It's actually Mr. Mercer," he corrected. His voice was stiff now, the friendliness gone. "As in Mercer Holdings." He looked at Maxwell and waited. This was the moment Tristan lived for the part where people’s expressions changed. Usually, once the name, Mercer, dropped, people started acting differently. They stood up a little straighter, their voices got softer, and they started looking for ways to be helpful. The Mercer name was worth billions. They had been on the Forbes list for three years running. In this city, the name was supposed to be a magic word.

Mike put down his bowl and leaned towards her. “You DON’T know him?” emphasizing the word don’t, he could tell that she has no clue, hence he explained. “Mehtra Group of Companies? The multinational company, running a range of business from toiletries to hotel and clubs. They have properties all over the world. Their only heir, Mr. Suman Mehtra, is a playboy. He is no stranger to scandals and is often seen at high-class pubs with girls. In one word, a spoiled brat” Mike is now enjoying fish while Sarah hasn’t touched anything yet.

He fired. The poor manager replied him with scared looks as he gently nibbled on his lips, which was made Jade's anger boil the more. “I'm the owner of this fucking hotel! Who the fuck is the chairman?! Do you not even know what your position in here?! It's been ages since the hotel split up! Do you still think that you're the chief secretary at Blue birds Company?!” Speechless, Mr. Tim buried his head on the table looking so confused. Ring! Ring!!

Michaela asked as I was about to take a big bite from my double patty burger. "He's handsome, I admit, but it’s not like I need to swoon over everyone that's handsome right?" Andrea answered them as she continued eating her salad, while I maintained my silence. "Oh, I see. I understand you, Andrea, you have every right to have a high standard when it comes to men. What I don't understand is why you have such a high standard considering that Sir Mitchel, checks out all the boxes that you want for a partner? Rich." Bell said directed at me.

Tristan yelled, Josh and Tristan’s hands colliding in a flash of plastered joy. The second point was given to them once again, forcing Jam to take a break to speak with his teammates. “Mr. President, not bad,” Tristan clicked his tongue. Josh rolled his eyes and replied with a cold tone, “Yes, you too.” Suddenly, the door burst open. A man in a tight black shirt with a muscular body and a buzz cut entered—it was River. Behind him was his stepfather, wearing a mask of disappointment and dissatisfaction, dressed in a suit that looked terrifyingly professional.

Model Perfect's schedule calls me. I delete my messages with Arlo and change his name on my phone to Anna. If Hunter sees another girl's name on my phone, he won't get suspicious. Maybe it's dishonest, but it's better than getting slapped in the face again. The red mark from yesterday is still there. It's a little red mark, with a dull ache that only my jaw can sense.

She paused for a while her hands at her back as she fidgeted clearly anxious, she looked at their curious gazes and began speaking again. "Someone special told me it is better to try than regret later for not trying, I would be disappointed if I don't get the part but I would be happy that I tried my best, I would just try again another time". She answered sincerely as they all stared at her emotionless, there was a drift in Miranda's eyes, something She couldn't understand . "Who is That Someone Special?". A deep rich unfamiliar voice spoke to her, The voice was deep and rich and was soothing to hear, it had a hint of British accent in it surprising Grace, the voice belonged to Mr Black who

Not only was he super nice, but he was also fair, which in my opinion was a trait that wasn’t given as much recognition as it deserved. ,,“Mr. Dunner? Kendra said you wanted to see me.” I said as I walked in. “Hello, Raleigh.” I whipped my head to the side to see Mikel, the human version of a bag of shit sitting on Mr. Dunner’s sofa. I looked at Mr. Dunner who sat behind his large desk looking bleak. Oh no. “Miss Maverick,

I was just settling down in my office when Saira entered and raised her eyebrows when I looked up at her from files. “So Mister Perfect joked about your rest, huh?” And I chuckled softly while she settled down on the chair against me. “No, he didn’t. But some important work came up and he had to fly to Italy, this morning.” I explained to her and she sighed. “Oh, that’s…. Anyway, I came here to see how you’re doing after his departure.” She said sheepishly and I rolled my eyes. “Shut up and go, check your emails.” “Ohh God. I was doing good until you showed up here. I was relieved when Mr. Perfect informed me about your vacations but…..” she sighed dramatically and I glared at her.

She took a flamethrower to everything I had built and smiled while it burned. My spare phone buzzed on the desk, it was an unknown number. I answered anyway. A distorted voice came through, calm and cold. “Mr. Pritchett. We understand you’re having some… difficulties. We specialize in solving problems like yours, permanently.” I froze. “Who is this?” “The kind of people who make inconvenient witnesses disappear. For the right price. Your wife has become very inconvenient.” My mouth went dry. “You’re offering…?” “We’re offering options. Think about it. We’ll be in touch.”