Mr President's Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

“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.

He knocked on the table impatiently, and under the heavy gesture, the wooden desk made a heavy sound, "But I am very pissed! Even for the sake of the Winters family, I can't tolerate this woman anymore. What do you think I should do?" "President, it's against the law to hire someone to kill her." Greg didn't even remember how long it had been since he had seen such a president whose face was full of murderous intent. Especially this year, because of Young Madam, the president seemed to have changed into another person. But now, the change seemed to have been reverted, and the most bandit man had returned.

I could not tell. "I, I..." She faltered, leaving her voice to trail off. "Mr.Gun, I had no idea that you had such untrained workers," I said out loud, turning my face to Mr. Gun. His face was distorted, confusedly, while I stared at him intently, raising my chin to him. "Pardon? What do you mean to say, President Darian?" He questioned.

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!"

The man who now sits at the top of a billion-dollar company no longer has time to play pretend tea parties with me. And the worst part? He looked completely unfazed by the fact that he had just caught me half-naked, reading smut. He leaned against the nightstand, staring right at me with his white button-down shirt rolled up at the sleeves and that expensive wristwatch, which I had sworn I would steal. His dark eyes swept over me once, lingering just long enough to make heat crawl up my neck, before flicking down to the fallen book. “I see you have got an interesting taste in literature,” he smirked.

Gerald remembered that he had done that. He had given Hazel access to his credit card and his bank account details. He had done that because he trusted her. He had done that because he loved her. "Why did you do that?" he asked. "Why do you think?" Mr. Jones said. "She was using you, Gerald. She was using you for your money, your power, your status. She was playing you, Gerald. She was playing you like a fool. You know someone who do not have control over obsession. You know that she is Kleptomaniac and she can do anything like this."

Like he could possibly see right into my soul, right into the dirtiest parts of me. Goosebumps surfaced down my body and I sucked in a sharp breath, still in awe at this captivating man. His masculine jawline was covered in a dark stubble, cut clean and attractive. They matched his midnight black hair, tousled to perfection in a way that made my fingers itch to touch them. In his expensive crispy black suit with the top buttons popped open to briefly reveal his tight toned chest, I could swear that Mr. Odd Suit Guy must have been carved out to be every woman's sluttiest fantasy.

This early morning? "That's my son," Mr Monterio said to the lady, pointing at Charles. "What's the meaning of this?" Charles asked. "Since you decided to chase Celine away, I brought another lady for you. She's beautiful, isn't she?" Mr Monterio asked. Charles glanced at the lady who was already smiling at him seductively. He shook his head. "She is, but I'm not interested," he said. "You aren't gonna tell me that one cos you're getting married to her. I can't continue watching you messing around with other girls. It's high time for you to settle down" Mr Monterio said.

I had to ask. “Yes, down here he is addressed as Mr. Cold and you won’t blame us really, the man might be handsome as the devil but he is really colder than Antarctica. Really, no matter what you do, you can never get the man to smile and he hardly attends anything that is being done in the company apart from the gala nights and other really important stuff. But talk about his brother, he hardly miss anything. Even yesterday he attended the party that was held here for the workers, he never misses it. Here he is addressed as Mr. Sunshine because he smiles a lot and it’s hard to get him to stop smiling,” she shook her head with a chuckle. “But if you really ask me, I would always choose Mr. C

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.