Mr President’s Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

As bad as the president wanted to deny it, and even though his brain was telling him that the correct reaction was to be repulsed by the creature, he found the sight of her extremely sexy. His manhood approved twice. 'What was that about disappearing, this is the exact opposite, and all this glorious power is associated with a mere scout?' The president was rendered speechless while his brain ran a hundred miles an hour, each one of his questions invited another, and then another. "You are overreacting, I see our time apart has failed to change you." "…" The president stood there motionless as he listened to the lover's quarrel, a fight between his enemies was about to break.

Fin said. Why was she the only one thinking that everything happening was insane? She stared at Mr. Fin and tried to make eye contact with him but he was looking elsewhere. "Let's all welcome, Mr. Clarke, the Chief executive officer of CLAK limited to come on board," Mr. Fin said feeling quite happy which looked abnormal to Beatrice. 'How could he sell such a big technology company known widely in America to another firm?' She thought drastically. Everyone stood up and they began applauding as Mr. Clarke walked out boldly and full of clout.

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

Voice even, Anabella said, “how is your mother today, Mr. President? I believe she has a heart condition, does she not? One that required her to receive a pacemaker. Who do you think manufactured that nifty little gadget keeping your mother alive?” The President’s face went pale. Issuing that threat Marx was sure was the President’s attempt at asserting his dominance once more after Xavier admonished him for his actions. The President was a proud man. Marx wished the man would be smart enough to see the game he was playing. The people he was playing it with.

Mercedes wasn't going to kowtow to him like everyone else. "If I don't know any better, Mr President, I would say that you are obsessed with me and you can't do away with my presence." Her tone relayed a mocking effect, making Nathan's eyes squint with a flare of fury, he scoffed, "don't get your hopes up. For as long as I have that dollar bill on the wall, I will do as I please," he stated matter of factly.

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."

Tyler mumbled as he entered through a motorized door that opened as soon as he approached it. *********************** “Hey! Greetings sir” One of Mr. Floyd's bodyguards exclaimed as he saw him dozing off on his divan. Just as Mr. Floyd heard him exclaim, he jerked off instantly, opening his red eyes that still tell that he was already asleep. On his table was a bottle of drink that was almost finished. His ashtray spoke aloud of the strokes of cigarettes he's smoked. Though he managed to drag his eyelids open, he looked so tired and stressed.

And apart from his business his personal life was working with his brother, Irtaza and partner, Moosa in strengthening the mafia. He was an obsessive man. In every field of his life he always carried an obsession in his heart to produce the results he wanted. If he won't get any thing by fair means he would use his own dangerous ways to get things done then but at the end he would have what he wanted. Marriage was nowhere in this circle of his life. And his father had put up this weird demand. And the only woman that was on his mind these days was just Sheharzaad. As if she had done some magic on him.

The look on her face whenever she begged me to fuck her, and the soft bite on her lip, did something to me—something I just couldn’t explain or control. I looked down at my pants to see my hardness pushing against my fly. Thank heavens I left there as fast as I could; I would’ve embarrassed myself with that. I tried to take my mind off these thoughts by focusing on work and other things, but it didn’t work. I decided to try something else by turning on the music player, but the first song that came on was “Sex With Me” by Rihanna. It was like salt in the wound; it made my condition worse and sent different thoughts flying through my mind.