Mr Popular Novels & Stories

mum said. “Why don’t you try hooking Joyce up instead?” I asked her. “She’s going on a date with Moretti on Sunday.” “Moretti as in Frank Moretti that lives a few blocks down?” “Yes, he’s a nice man,” she answered. “He’s thirty-five, he still lives his parents, he’s unemployed and has a criminal record, mum. How does that even sound nice?” “Mrs Moretti said he’s working on himself, he’s becoming a better man.”

My heart quickened as she noticed me and made her way toward me, weaving through the sea of people with practiced ease. Mrs. Moore wore her typical fur coat over an extravagant white power suit and dark sunglasses, even though it wasn’t sunny outside. She styled her peppered golden brown hair in a high ponytail, which stretched her features and made her look younger. She really was a beautiful woman. No wonder Kat was a stunning beauty.

“How so?” Maya laughed softly. “Let’s just say she’s not exactly… from our world.” A pause. “She’s sweet,” Maya continued, her voice dripping with false generosity. “But she’s had a bit of a colorful past, you know. She tends to… attach herself to men with influence.” The woman’s brows lifted slightly. “Bryan Blackwood is… generous,” Maya added, shrugging. “He likes projects.” At another table, Maya leaned toward a man in his fifties, a board member of a multinational conglomerate.

The sight of Anna at the office had killed my appetite earlier, but now I was famished. "Sure. What do you wanna eat? My treat," Mason offered, his cheerfulness returning as he saw the smile on my face. "How about some streetside barbecue and beer? Ever tried that, Mr. Rich Boy?" I teased, my mood significantly better. I was curious if he'd be up for such a casual outing. "You underestimate me, Ms. Serena. I’ve eaten more street food than you’ve ever seen," Mason boasted, though it sounded a bit like an overstatement.

A friend of mine sent me an Instagram video. I clicked on it and watched as a couple playfully doted on each other. The guy fed the girl a strawberry with his mouth, then embraced her lovingly. I was about to exit the video out of boredom when the guy turned his head, and I froze. He looked just like my boyfriend, Julian Lawrence. Julian had been dabbling in social media ever since he graduated, though he was far from famous. His content mostly consisted of selfies, and I'd never seen him post any videos.

This time on my way out of the building I felt every stare and some even glares and my usual confidence diminished. I'm supposed to be known as the user of men, the humble pie that eliblge bachelors ate but now it seemed i was nothing but the boss's bed warmer. Now at the lobby I didn't dare turn to the reception I could feel her eyes looking and mocking at me. I could breath way more easily as soon I stepped outside the building with Mr Brown. I wasn't surprised to see even he drove s super luxury car, (The latest Tesla Motor.) he is one of the best damn lawyer the United States had to offer.

He smirked at his teasing but I just glared at him. "You wish. You look like shit." I turned away from him and moved my hands to the doorknob, turning it and pushing the doors wide open to reveal the luxury that lay inside. It's expected of a Pakhan, the Bratva's Mafia Lord. That's what they were called. Sighing, I move to enter the room but his deep voice stopped me in my tracks; "Baby girl," He called and the endearment sent goosebumps up my arms. Good goosebumps though, and I hated it, "You'd better not think about running. You wouldn't get far. Not here, not now.

he replied, his voice sounding so soft like never before and I couldn't explain it but it felt like I was about to explode. Michael Rover loved me. The unbendable and merciless mafia lord was in love with me and it was taking me to believe it.

Kim, who looks completely unfazed, unlike me, I was already shaking under that fierce gaze of that kid. "Great, the food is almost ready!" Mr. Kim announces, brushing off the tension. "Oh, this is Iris, Martin's daughter. Iris, this is my son, Ryan." He speaks so casually, as if nothing had happened moments ago. Did he really not notice my awkward gesture or did he just choose to ignore it? He doesn't seem embarrassed or guilty in the slightest, maybe I'm just overthinking. I give a small nod to acknowledge Ryan, but he scoffs before saying, "Hey, Iris. Hope we get along well in the future..... since we're going to be living together."

Black said, reminding her of their discussion in the past minute. She nodded "I see, but let's wait for Maya first. We need to combine good PR with proper legal backings" she stated, and the two men nodded in agreement. "What's PR?" Jonathan asked all of a sudden; his voice gentle and innocent. Amanda turned towards him surprised; she forgot he was there with her "Well, PR stands for Public Relations, it's the way we as a company or individual are presented to the media. It can influence us negatively or positively, depending on the information given." She explained softly. Jonathan nodded in understanding; partially understanding what she said but not wanting to ask too many questions.