My Mr Perfect Novels & Stories

When they finish with me I’m a mess, cum’s running down my thighs, mascara streaked, hair full of dirt and grass. I lick my lips, taste all five of them, and grin up at the phone camera. “Tell Coach I helped with team bonding.” They laugh, zip up, slap my ass, and disappear into the chaos of the parking lot before anyone notices they’re gone. I’m still on my knees, trying to remember how legs work, when I spot him. Mr. Perfect, Brad Whitmore, quarterback’s dad, 43, married, PTA president, khakis and polo like he’s at a country club. He’s leaning against the fence twenty feet away, one hand in his pocket moving slow, eyes locked on me.

“What's on your mind?” I look at him, with his tousled, ‘I-just-got-laid’ hair and that perfectly imperfect smile, I can’t help but smile back. “Just thinking about how ridiculously perfect you are, even when you’re a complete mess.” “Oh, is that all? Well, if it’s perfection you’re looking for, you’ve definitely come to the right place.” I roll my eyes, shaking my head with a grin. “You’re unbelievable.” With a soft sigh, he turns to his side, his chest bare and rippling with muscle. My gaze drifts over his smooth, perfect skin, and I feel a flutter in my chest.

His hand felt like touching an ice cube, and he dropped it the second I was out of the car, like he couldn't stand touching me for even one extra second. The second we walked into that fancy ballroom, the show began. Max turned into Mr. Perfect Host, all charm and smiles, while I stood there like his pretty little wife, smiling and nodding right on cue. I could hear people whispering about what a perfect couple we were, and it took everything in me not to laugh at how wrong they were.

Feeling steamrolled by her energy and her scattered logic— not to mention her mere proximity— he could hardly muster an argument. “What makes you so sure I can help your business?” “Because.” She smiled gamely. “You’re Brad Sumners.” As if that explained everything. When he stayed blankly at her, she added, “You’re perfect. You can do anything you put your mind to. And you always win.” I am in way over my head.

"You are perfect! Everyone says you are perfect wife, perfect daughter-in-law, perfect woman... but to me... you are just PERFECTLY BORING! You never make mistakes, you never speak loudly, you never disagree, you never show anger or temper... you are like a programmed robot doing everything exactly how people expected you to do! There is absolutely nothing exciting, special, or surprising about you anymore! Everything is always predictable and safe! How do you expect me to be attracted or interested in you forever when you are like this?" "So being perfect and good to you is actually my mistake?" I whispered in shock and disbelief, feeling like every word he said was tearing my soul apart pi

I loosely curled the ends and pinned back the front sections with a jeweled clip, leaving a few strands dangling at the sides. “Beautiful,” Ms. Miller said, walking towards me. I flipped my hair sassily before folding my arms across my chest, straightening my posture, and standing elegantly. “Of course, it's me.” Turning around, I picked up my lip gloss and retouched my lips. I looked at Ms. Miller through the mirror and asked, “Do I look okay now?” “You look perfect,” she replied. I smiled proudly. “Good.” There's no dressing table in the room, so I walked back to the bed and sat down.

I asked the System, "So, what am I supposed to do now?" "You must make sure the male lead understands that you don't love him anymore. This mission is considered a complete success once his obsession with you is entirely crushed. I'll grant you an additional bonus after you've completed this mission." At the mention of a bonus, I agreed without a second thought. "Fine. Send me back." The next second, the sharp tang of disinfectant rushed up my nose, and Noah's ecstatic shout rang in my ears. "Dad! Mom's fingers just twitched!"

Elly replied even when she thought she knew his reason for asking. “You seem pretty good with him,” Greg siad, shrugging his shoulders a little bit wondering how she came to be so gentle with a child, since Mario was now quiet and she seemed pretty young too and was wondering how old she was but felt that it would be rude to ask her her age at the moment. She said she was going to fix his milk too so he wondered how she came to know how to do so. “Come on Greg,” Elly told him, gesturing for him to get into her car as she thought she knew his feeling at the moment. She has found a perfect man who would give her the family she has always wanted, she thought.

I have my mates. Finally, it’s perfect.

Perfect This is like my dream have come true for me. Yesterday, I felt empty,my pillows filled with tears because I didn't get this same job. I thought my life was ruined. Now I was in a palace, about to start a job that paid me well. A tall man in a perfect suit walked toward me. "Ms. Martinez? I'm Luke, Mr. Rodrigo's head of security. I'll show you to your room." I followed him through halls filled with expensive art hung perfectly on the wall. Everywhere was clean. beautiful. Perfect.