Mr Presidents Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

Oh my god, Sage would mock me for an eternity if she was here. Mr. Odd Suit Guy didn't seem fazed, not even by an inch. Well, except for the brief flicker of amusement that danced through his eyes, heavily contradicting his empty expression. "I meant about you being my stripper. For a fact, I never invite strippers. Too clingy. Too sloppy. Too unsatisfying. You're a terrible liar. And I'm concerned that you might be insane too." He drawled out, gaze now hardened with suspicion. Not the good kind.

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.

But when he saw President Yang, he felt the urgency to pass the chairman's message to him. For a second, Assistant Tseng was happy to see President Yang, as he was unseen all day! However, President Yang was unhappy, as he got interrupted by Assistant Tseng's shouts. Yang Tian-Xu turned his head slow, as he glared at Assistant Tseng. Gradually, he stared at Assistant Tseng with the expression that he would eat him up alive if he doesn't shut his mouth.

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."

Now doing so, I realized there were pictures of him but it was very few and most of them were at night, with the blinding camera flashes of the reporters. There was one picture of him standing at the podium, I think it must be a conference meeting or a party, I don’t know but he seemed to be giving a speech. I zoomed in the picture and took a good look at him, I didn’t have enough time to stare at him as much as I would want in the elevator and I couldn’t possible stare at him when he was sitting opposite me in the office and interviewing me, I had to get over the shock that he was Dave Williams before doing that.

I want to experience everything with Marcus in the future. Then I stood up. Yeah, if I'm pregnant, I will be thrilled. If not... I can perform surgery and grow old with my loved ones. Easy. Or not... I stride to the bathroom and reach the pregnancy kit when the door suddenly opened. It's Marcus... With a serious countenance. I immediately hide the pregnancy kit behind me, gripping tightly. What's wrong? Did I do something that make him mad? "Wha--" "Is this true?" He raises the white paper which I don't know what it contains.

“Winner takes all. The loser has to clean the bathroom.” The three industry legends called a truce for a moment to engage in a game of poker. Unsurprisingly, Camden, who memorized the cards like a math wizard, came out on top. Trevor groaned, grumbling that Camden’s brain was basically hacking the game. Marc, a horrible loser, yelled, “I’ll pay extra to buy that card off you!” I slouched on the couch with a bag of chips, chuckling as they argued like kids. Realization hit me that maybe days like this weren’t so bad after all.

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?

he comments, eyeing the ingredients. I laugh faintly. “I guess the baby wants creamy pasta and peppered chicken at seven in the morning apparently.” “That child already behaves like you.” I shake my head smiling. Uncle Robbie turns his attention toward the television as another political analyst begins speaking. “Today’s election will be bloody,” he mutters seriously. “The contestants are powerful men with dangerous connections.” He pauses before adding, “But I want Alexander Stiles to win. That man actually speaks like someone who cares about the people.”