My Mr Perfect Novels & Stories

“I just came out of a toxic and bad relationship which still hurt by the way and you want me to jump into a relationship with a man old enough to be my grandpa!” “You are exaggerating. Just talk to him once okay? For my sake please,” she begged. Rolling her eyes she sighed and went back to have a seat. “Good evening Maia. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” Mr. Charles gave her a sweet smile. “It’s Maya. Maya with a y and not Maia with an i,” she corrected him with a fake smile on her face.

“They are perfect. This is perfect, my love.” THE END

Even though the 3310 is as indestructible as Mjölnir, this particular gadget didn’t come in a box with a charger that he could’ve used behind Miss Perfect’s back. Miss Perfect. Trini Blanca. Vice-President and prefect of Camp Unplugged. Warden and psycho psychologist. She wouldn’t be too happy tomorrow to discover that Nate had left behind the oldest trick in the book: pillows mimicking the contours of a human body and covered with his blanket. Unfortunately, he still had to take his QD dose of Vortioxetine at the 9-pm flashlight check because Miss Perfect always checks in case he just tucked the tablet under his tongue. End result: he’s now feeling a bit woozy.

I wouldn’t be able to check it out now but I am glad I have been able to find it. The bathroom door opens up and he steps out, a towel wrapped around his waist. Gods, this man is fucking hell. It must have taken years and years of intense workout to achieve this perfect body. From all the men I have seen, he has the most pronounced stomach abs and coupled with the few scars he has on his chest, he looks so good.. like someone straight out of a storybook. I know because I have read some of bryer’s books and looks exactly like the way those authors describe them.

Anne just laughs, shaking her head, muttering something about young love. “Don’t you make a lovely couple,” she says, eyeing us knowingly, “but if you wouldn’t mind, Mr. Perfect, she needs to get to work.” Damion flashes one of his knee-melting smirks, and I swear Anne visibly wilts. Gmf. Mr. Perfect. Fuck me. “That can be arranged,” he murmurs. I jolt. Hard. Did I say that out loud? Oh snap. I need to stop thinking near him.

No matter how perfect she is. It's a shame I wasn't looking for a perfect girl or on the perfect time to settle down. She would be the kind of girl, the right girl, the one you brought home to meet your parents. It's a shame too, really, that I don't have any of them. It's totally a shame that her perfection is only right for right now. ****

An Adonis? I think he's a perfect ten on a scale of ten, the most handsome man I've ever seen. "Yes, how can I help you?" he asks in an angelic voice, as if he is trying to hide his amusement. Am I drooling? I hope not, that would be embarrassing. How can a male secretary be so gorgeously beautiful? He should have been a model or celebrity.

The cute boy laughed at Mr Perfect's shocked expression. "Man, what did you do to piss her off?" He asked, slapping Mr Perfect on the shoulder. "All I did was tell her the time." Mr Perfect replied, sounding defensive. "You two are hilarious. I'm Jason by the way." He said. "I'm May." I introduced myself, ignoring Mr Perfect's stare. "And I'm Jet. May. That's a pretty name." Mr Perfect - Jet - said, smiling at me. I nodded. "Yeah. Cool."

"Tomorrow." "Perfect."