Mr Presidents Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

" Tony gave a nod and followed Cathe reluctantly. Audrey took the elevator upstairs, and without thinking twice she burst into the president's office without knocking. Rick stood aside and smiled politely, trying to lighten the tension. "Good morning, Audrey. How are you feeling today?" Audrey didn't care to respond. She just asked the same question she asked over 100 times. "Where are my children?" She demanded, her voice thick with fear and fury. Smith stood by the window, his hand tucked into his pocket. He imagined their reunion to be something gentle, emotional and beautiful.

Cherry Brentwood’s life changed the night she turned eighteen—caught doing the forbidden while moaning the name of her brother’s best friend. Fast forward to two years later, summer vacation was supposed to be everything she had dreamed of. What she never expected was to spend it under the same room with her brother's best friend, the man with the most seductive gray eyes that she's been trying to forget…and her arch-enemy cousin sister. Xavier Salvatore is a guy who walks in silence, barely speaks, but rather acts in dangerous, mysterious ways. He’s not a saint; He's not an angel. He walks the thin line between good and evil. He is none other than the ghost of the Black

resentful "So..." "Don't even try to open your mouth." Wilson also showed signs of irritation to Eloisa. "How do you meet that crazy guy? Do you know that crazy guy is arrogant and disrespectful in the bar? He's feeling he's the lord that all need to kneel to him." disgusted They walked out of the mall. Wilson's temper has not yet disappeared. Eloisa is the only one who is groping about what happened to her now after she and Jayson face each other again.

You are my wife but I haven't given you any rights over this. "Shut up.. I don't want to do that. Give me the keys I have to find out some stuff of mine in there." "What stuff?? There's nothing inside..we organized it yesterday and you are trying to make me angry but making it untidy again." That man was getting on my nerves. "Give me the keys. I can snatch them." "Okay, I don't want any fight. You really want keys. Then I have only one condition." "What is it??"

logan yelled her name because his previous question with silence,it was obvious Ruth wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. “I don't have appetite”. She replied nonchalantly and sighed. “Go pick it and eat it now!!”. Mr. Logan command,Ruth narrowed her eyes in surprise at her father's statement. “What??”. She couldn't help but ask. “I said go and pick the rib you discarded now!!”. He replied,his gruesome voice eoched. A smile curved at Rita's lips as the scene unfolds before her. “I have discarded it father”. Ruth replied,her voice barely above a whisper,she didn't expect her father to say such thing to her.

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.

Another asked. “Mr. Rossi will not be answering any questions. As for them last time. It was only a photoshoot,” Matteo said to one of the microphones. “Thank you, but we will like to hear from Mr. Rossi, himself,” a male reporter blurted. I ignored them and started to walk into the building. My mind was still in that container. I just wanted to be done with the damn wedding. The hall was decorated. Sophia had taken her time to make sure her madness worked through. I wondered if it was love or madness. It was clearly an obsession but not for me. She had Flynn as a lover way before we started sleeping together.

- I don't like this kind of thing, it always comes with a nothing-with-nothing question. "As long as it's not something too personal, I'm all ears." - I could tell that he was in no mood to talk about anything. "Have you and James ever had anything? Don't get me wrong, but his obsession is not normal." "Again? How many times will it be necessary for me to tell you no. I never dated Maurício, my focus was never on men, he was just a big son of a bitch who managed to ruin my life and make everything worse whenever he had the opportunity."

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."

Then he walks past us into the washroom and shuts the door. Neither of us moves. He's probably in the bathroom for two minutes, but it feels like an hour as we wait for him to get out. When he finally does, he doesn't look at either of us. He walks out of the locker room without a word. I wait until the door closes again before turning on Chase. “Do you think he overheard us?” Chase shakes his head. “No way. If he did, he would’ve said something.” “I fucking hope so.”