My Mr Perfect Novels & Stories

I added, and he looked at me confused. “We see many people in our life who are perfect and imperfect as per our list, we have in our mind about perfections and imperfections. Just because one person is the perfect doesn’t mean that he is perfect as a partner to any person too. So Raj is the perfect guy I can ever know which you too accept, but he is not perfect for me.” I said explaining everything. He nodded after a few minutes and said, “You need not resign and my asking you to do that is my stupidity.”

"Aren't you done with your nonsense? Is this the sort of place you can throw a temper tantrum as you please? Do you seriously think this will force me into regretting my actions? Get the hell out of here, now!" Yet, Marissa didn't even glance at him as she headed straight for the head of the table and sat down. The staff member who had accompanied her here spoke up. "Mr. Yarrow, allow me to introduce you to the manager for this project, Marissa Parker." The air in the room seemed to freeze over instantly. Marissa tapped a finger on the table, her lips curved into a smirk. "Mr. Yarrow, are you sure that you want me to leave?"

Literally everyone is watching. Okay, plan is, say something simple. Smile. “Hello, Your Majesty, I’m glad to be your mate.” Nothing too much. I finally reach him and his guards step out of the way, and suddenly it’s just me facing Mr. Perfect. Then I run into a problem, when our eyes meet, my brain completely crashes. Instead of saying something clever, I’m stuck staring like a total idiot, gawking at how unbelievably beautiful he is. He also just stands there, staring at me. There’s no hint of a smile, not even a tiny eyebrow twitch. Meanwhile, I can feel people around us literally leaning in to watch.

He was a perfectionist in every aspect of his life—his work, his looks, his control over everything and everyone around him, including me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and focused on the ceiling. I had other things to worry about today. My parents were coming over. I needed to look my best. Needed to make sure that everything seemed normal. No signs of distress, no evidence of the cold reality of my marriage. Mihir had made it clear that I was to play the role of the perfect wife.

“You’re perfect for this place.” Perfect. If only she knew. I smiled anyway. “Thanks.” Before she could say anything else, a voice cut in from behind us. “Ms. Pan.” I turned immediately. Mr. Russell stood a few feet away, tall, composed, with the kind of presence that made people straighten their posture without realizing it. My spine did exactly that. “Yes, sir.” “I’ve gone over your certificates again,” he said, stepping closer. His tone was calm, but there was something heavy beneath it. “Impressive work.”

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 am I doing in my life? "I appreciate your compliment Mr. And Mrs. Grande but I am not a perfect person. No one is," I replied in my most respectful tone. I don't want to sound rude either way. But if the arrival of my words for them is rude, then that'd be fine for me. Besides, I can stand by my words. No one is living perfectly in this world. Everyone has its flaws, gaps, mistakes, failures and terrible sides. What made it perfect is the person who appreciated and accepted the person's imperfections. That would be pointed as imperfectly perfect.

said Luke trying to get this ship sailing. “I have known him my whole life too. He is the kind of person who wants everything to be perfect in his life. Perfect leader, perfect parents, perfect grades, perfect guy with perfect features and he wants a perfect girl for himself. And who do you think is perfect among ourselves? Elena!” said Topaz loudly and continued,

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always

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.