Office Obsession Novels & Stories

" I just want to know what to do to keep her out of my thoughts, I can't seem to focus fully on anything since the second time we met." "There is nothing special about her but I just can't keep my mind off her and I don't know why. I need to know how to keep this woman I barely know out of my thoughts or I might not be able to control myself anymore" He poured out his worries to his best friend and only confidant. "When was the first time you saw her?" Gregg asked as he switched to his professional tone. That is one of the reasons he is one of the best physiologists in the country, he can relate to people irrespective of the age or personal relation between them.

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him

Always close by. constantly observing. Never getting close. never saying anything. Just watching. It was hard to ignore the pattern. My desk was piled high with pictures by midnight. And each and every one of them told the same tale. Harold had spent years observing Evelyn. long before she got married. long before she became successful. long before she came back. I had a bad taste in my mouth after realizing this. Because obsession didn't just go away over time. It expanded. It changed. It got risky.

I cared about the woman who had walked into my office and managed to crack the ice in my chest without even trying. I looked at the closed door, and for the first time since my memory was erased, I felt a flicker of something that wasn't rage or confusion. It was obsession. And as I turned off the lights in the study, I knew one thing for certain: I wasn't going to stop until I knew exactly who Lauren was, and why she felt like the only real thing in this entire hellhole of a life.

"Noon. My office." Marcus's office at noon has the quality it had the first time I came here, the top floor and the floor-to-ceiling windows and the city spread out below in the way that says this belongs to me, and Marcus is seated this time, which is different, the authority established through stillness rather than positioning. He slides a script across the desk before I sit down. I sit down. I pick it up. The project is called Obsession, which is the kind of title that tells you something about the project's intentions. I flip to the character breakdown.

Stay tuned for MADDEST OBSESSIONS. Love. NaYa.

Gazing at the small woman from time to time, Lincoln tapped his nails on the desk before typing on the computer system again. His eyes roamed to all the files on the desk and he was feeling so unusually bored. He lacked the inspiration to continue working on the files. He relaxed lazily on the chair as his eyes moved from the files to the computer as he inputted all the databases. He sighed as he watched the woman who was having a video call with Her colleagues, they were talking about the new recipe they could work with.

Bryan punched in Rolland's phone number immediately and called him, and Rolland told him that he was occupied with a little project and he would try to make it the following day. "Is he really that busy for days now? I feel neglected right now." Bryan murmured after disconnecting the phone call. Bryan felt stuck in one place and couldn't do anything for himself. He was limited to some things and he found them boring, so he decided to go clubbing that night. Bryan lounged on the plush sofa in the guest house, scrolling through his phone for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. Boredom gnawed at him like a persistent itch, urging him to break free from the dullness of the quiet gues

Over at the Jardin Estate, Thaddeus sneezed a few times. "Are you done eating? If you're done, then let's watch the movie," Thaddeus suggested. Jessamine put down her cutlery and looked at the leftover dishes on the table with some discomfort. She had a little OCD. This was the evaluation the CEO of Swan had given her. This OCD extended not only to her work but also to her life. She couldn't leave anything in disorder.

Sweat ran down his chest and over his abs, obscuring the midsection of his pants. He stopped swinging and looked over the three-foot wide path of upheaval. It ought to have provided him with that deep satisfaction and fulfillment that accompanied extremely difficult work, however his brain bounced back. Perhaps I have a medical disorder about obsessiveness, he thought. Regardless of the number of diversions he that gave his cerebrum, it continued to find its direction back to the things he would have rather not think about. If only he hadn't seen Carmen's partner;Dixon, getting fucked at the stream, perhaps he could have had the option to fail to remember the wet pussy on his dick thing?