Mr President's Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

He quickly collected himself and asked, " What are you implying?" "Enough!" Zen's stern voice interrupted them suddenly. "Claire won the conclave fair and square. Why are you pretending you weren't aware of the results of a conclave?" Zen coldly asked, staring at the man. Zen's cold eyes pierced the man's soul, making him shiver. "And now! It is the moment," Zen declared, drawing everyone's attention."It's finally the moment for which we had been waiting all these years. The wolf spirit that the mystic spring seeks has been revealed and captured."

I gave him Blow jobs so many times but his skills were beyond my imagination. "Don't you get tired??" "Oh, I can't get tired Ever." "Don't you have any shame, Mr CEO, trying on your Secretary??" "My craving for my secretary is never-ending. And My late-night cravings are always you."

His expression tightened before persuading me earnestly, " Oh Come on, Miss Young. There's a lot of fun over there. It's not the right time for a beauty to sleep. Let's have some fun together." My fists were already clenched in both sides and were aching to punch his face. I was loosing my patience over this dirty man for god sake. Another word and this punch would definitely fell over his face without thinking twice. Then, we both heard a magnetic tone that was coming from a certain direction, " Did you forget your room No. Mr. Brighton?" I jolted before shifting my eyes on the way. Mr. President was coming from the northwest corner slowly. He wore a blank under vest and a pair of blue four

It's magnetizing. "Entertainment?" He asked in a deep timbre. "Y-Yeah?" "Tss, I didn't knew secretary have to entertain their boss." Oh shit. So we don't really do that? "Then fine, erase that part—" "I change my mind. As a president I want you to entertain me." I blink several times with his mood swings. "So? How do I do it?" "Strip." There was a long silence before I digest the idea. My brows knitted with a nose secreting smoke from my hit head. I didn't answered him, instead I grip a magazine and throw it to him that he quickly dodge.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

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.

The room was an elegant shade of off-white, and expensive, well-made furniture loitered it. This was the office of Chiara’s father, Lorenzo, its elegant appearance a contrast to the casual feel of the restaurant just outside it. Lorenzo’s eyes scanned through the screen of his IMac, the beads of sweat that ran down his face a sign of his ill luck. What Lorenzo’s eyes were fixed on were the financial records of his restaurant and though it had been doing well, he was twenty thousand dollars lacking in the money they were meant to make.

Jessica waved her hand, after all, she wanted to be alone with Nicholas for a while. The manager quickly turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but in his heart, he despised the president's future wife. After working in the hotel for so long, he had seen all kinds of noble people, but this was the first time he had encountered someone like Jessica, who liked to make a scene and cause trouble for no reason.

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.

Lilliana says. “My father’s ideals are outdated. He is a dictator with sole control over everything. Don’t you also want a say? Don’t you also want power? Why should one man have everything? You can all become rich. You can all share in the power. Just give us your support a little while longer” she says and the men cheer. Amber sits seductively on the table, exposing her cleavage to the room. I cannot believe these men are buying the nonsense she is spewing. If there is one thing I have seen over the years, it is that there can only be one Boss. The man sitting below me at the head of the table, still has his arms on the rests. He is looking out over the room. The men are all deep in conver