My Mr Perfect Novels & Stories

Almost perfect. Almost.

Her eyes are wide. OH, SHIT! “Sorry,” I try to cover up. Since I am here in only my boxers. Miss Perfect giggles and covers me in a grass skirt and shirt. “Skirt?” I ask with one eyebrow up. “You can always wake up and put on pants, but I can’t guarantee the connection will still be open,” She teases me. “Not a chance,” I tell her with a smile. I hold out my hand and she gives me hers. “Mr. Perfect, how old are you?” She asks as we walk through a green garden.

His honey-brown hair slightly fell in his blue eyes, which were ringed with thick, dark lashes I would die for. I couldn’t look away from this gorgeous specimen of a man who made my lower belly squirm. When Mr. Perfect noticed my stare, he flashed me a flawless set of bright white teeth. That man was a hunter and knew exactly what to do to get young women’s attention. He was fine… Well, more than fine.

“I don't think that is a good idea. You have never cooked anything in your life." “I know, but One thing you don't know about me is that I'm good at anything and everything. Perfection comes naturally to me. This," He turns his hand in circles over the cooker. “All this is an easy task for me. You can go ahead and call me Mr perfect." He finishes and smirks widely. “Okay Mr perfect, do you need help?"

over. I'm not sure how long we look at one another. Up until the waiter who was passing in front of us severed the link. I dry my hands with a napkin. "Are you okay?" I'm asked by Mr. Perfect. Do I seem alright to you now? However, I omit the term. All I'm doing is drying my already-dry clothing. "Are you okay, miss?" He asks once more. Slower than the last time.

Maybeeee I am nervous, yup that's it. I stood in front of him as now he has his whole attention at me. He wasn't looking at his phone or anything else but me, and I could feel the weight of it on my skin. “Perfect” That's all he said. Just with one simple word , one simple look Dante lit me up from inside out. Perfect , no matter how hard I tried I never was perfect , nor would I ever be. Still that single word set the cage of butterflies in my stomach free. I tried to avoid the fluttering sensation and put them back in. He is talking about the dress stupid. You have made a deal, it's all fake get it together bitch.

He mirrored my actions and we had a mini stare down for a few seconds. "Maybe I haven't found the right one." I laughed in his face, "There's no such thing as the right one." He seemed taken aback by my amusement, "There is. Why would you say that?" "There's no perfect person out there. You just have to find a pretty good person and deal with their flaws for the rest of your life." I stated. "No one said anything about perfection. I'm saying, the right person wouldn't have you questioning your feelings even when they mess up." His statement left me thinking deep.

Nikolai‼️ I mean... Alanna🥺 I know I wouldn't be disgusted Mr. Carson 🤤🤤 Asher🗿 😅😅 Handsome role model😍 🤩🤩 The other Mr. Mendes That's gross Handsome role model😍 Show them bro! The other Mr. Mendes What the fuck no! Handsome role model😍 wildie you show your abs! Wilder✨ No thanks tho 😅 Handsome role model😍

"Hi. Grace. Good evening. I'm sorry for waking you this late." Grace, the thirty year old single lady, yawned and sighed. "It is okay. I haven't been able to extend my condolences. I'm really sorry. Mr. Anderson was a very wonderful boss to me and the other staffs." "It's fine." She said hastily, to stop the woman from saying something that could make her break down in tears again. "Grace, I really need your help right now." "Anything, Ma." "Em. . .About . . .I heard something about Mr. Idris Kolawole."

And then, because I apparently can’t leave well enough alone, I asked, “Do you always like to play as Mr. Perfection?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting the question. “I don’t think that’s a fair assessment.” “Oh, come on,” I teased, splashing him lightly with water. "You're like everyone's crush in our class…no no no…in our school!" “Including you?” “Nope…Except me!” He just smiled... Is he the same Mr. Wright I once knew? I looked at him, standing there with his shirt undone clinging to him like he’d just walked off the set of a ridiculously dramatic rom-com, and I couldn’t help but smile.