Mr President’s Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

I hated how close he and Kyle were getting, and if I had to dig through his secrets to end it, I would. One drawer creaked open and inside it, I spotted a jar of pills. I picked it up and narrowed my eyes at the label. Suppressants. These weren’t just any kind—they were strong, the kind used to control intense rut cycles. The jar was big too, almost like he was expecting a storm. Was Maddox undergoing rut? That could explain why he had this much stocked up. But something didn’t sit right. My mind immediately went to Kyle. He was the only Omega in this house. Was it possible that he was triggering it?

“Let me see.” “Absolutely not.” I jump up, whirl around, and hide the sketchbook behind my back. “You’ll have to wait for the exhibition like everyone else, Mr. President.” “Is that so? Well, Mr. President has ways of making people talk,” he says, stalking around the chair and toward me. I shriek with laughter as he lunges, trying to grab the sketchbook with one hand while tickling my ribs with the other. I twist away, but he’s faster and stronger. Within seconds, he has me pinned to the chair, both of us breathless.

David was kicked out of his thoughts by his boss's stern voice; he immediately bowed a little and walked out of the office. Pedro rubbed his face with one hand; why was he thinking of her naked? She's enough distraction in the house, now the distraction had been extended to work. Pedro is very dedicated to his work, he doesn't bring girls to his office. Now he's breaking rules for her. Am I going to be able to control my emotions, and my body with Jasmine working beside me as my PA He wondered as forced his eyes to remain glued to the computer in front of him He was the one who asked her to be his pa, he could not possibly go back on his words; else he'll look like a big joke!

Zachary didn't pursue the matter further, thinking there would be plenty of time in the future. Unbeknownst to them, someone with ill intentions had captured Joey's eye-roll and posted it online. #Chloe Looks Beautiful When She Rolls Her Eyes The hashtag trended because she and Zachary had appeared together. "They look so good together. Why did Zachary get engaged to Yvonne? Don't presidents always end up with weak-willed women? I can't accept it!" "Presidents like to control women. Look at Chloe; she clearly doesn't fit his type. Chloe rolled her eyes so perfectly. This playboy should stay away from my queen!"

Mr President I don't know why I asked her to married me, I don't even know why I wanted her close to me, all I know was that the moment I saw her I wanted to own her and make her the happiest woman in the world, I know it's crazy but that's how much I wanted to protect her and make her happy.

Josh didn't look back again. Josh and Tristan leaned against the cold tiles of the bathroom. The lights flickered overhead. The hum of the electricity buzzed right in their eyes. They dropped down onto the floor. They looked dead to the world, but their lips curled up. It was a mechanic, maniac, wicked look. "That was fucking awesome, Mr. President," Tristan claimed.

I whispered feeling the sensation as it moved faster. I can’t stopped moaning as he give me pleasure. "Shit Myra" sir whispered as he gasped. After a while he stopped. My heartbeat is too strong. I know this is wrong. "Sir!" I shouted and pushed him. "Why?!" Sir shouted in shocked as I pushed him away. "Did you cum out inside me?" I asked nervously. "N-no" Sir gasped. I gasped. I pulled out the blanket and covered my body. "Thank you Myra" Sir said and smiled at me foolishly.

“How many times have I told you not to make my room your private escapade, Brown!” Without seeing the naked couple in the middle of the room, Hagen went straight to his work desk. He pulled out a chair as his face hardened and his chin tightened. In the meantime, Brandon, who had just been kicked out, didn’t seem to care. He continued to kiss the neck and face of the woman who was still in his arms, resulting in the woman letting out a loud moan.

New me doesn't put up with the bullshit anymore, new me would of walked over and demanded to know why he slept with me and told me he was in love with me for a bet. Only… I just…couldn’t. I have my pride, and he has her. She huffs. “True. I recall a baseball player you kicked in the shin freshman year.” “He also put his hands down my pants when I clearly said no, Madame President. FTS.” Fuck that shit. She gets quiet beside me. “Seriously, I never understood what happened between you and Noah—” My chest fills as I inhale. “He bullied me, was nice one night. We slept together and then he revealed it was for a bet. That’s it.”

Jesus, they were so large I could see the sides of them from behind her. And I could see myself, looking frozen and slightly disheveled, the pleasure barely hidden on my face. Despite my protestations, this did feel amazing, but I could not let this go on. This was way too far. I was married. I loved my girlfriend! I am a professional. I should not be liking this. I should not let this ambitious little temptress get her way, even if it did feel really good.