Office Obsession Novels & Stories

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

On a rare day off, Olive stayed up late to watch a horror movie. The strange feeling was piled up by background music and screams, and there was no frightening picture, as plain as boiled water. Because of obsessive-compulsive disorder, she almost propped up her eyelids to finish it. As soon as the closing subtitle appeared, Olive even felt a sense of relief. She closed her eyes and her thoughts were instantly entangled with drowsiness. She was about to fall into a dream when suddenly the door was slapped.

"Well, thanks for the suggestion. I think I should give you a demonstration for that." "No, Don't you dare." He was smiling. He was teasing me. "Okay, Then What's this??? What's the problem??? Do you know???" "I think it's because You don't give them attention and time. Tell me was there any single day in your life when you didn't open your laptop for work???" "Well, yeah." "Oh really??? When was that???" "These days. I am not opening my laptop. I am not doing anything." "Do you want me to believe that??? I have seen you with your laptop multiple times. And don't take me for fool. You call your assistant daily and you manage your work from home.

Michael Osborn sat completely motionless in his deep leather armchair, his large frame hunched so far forward that his chest almost touched the polished timber where Ava’s smartphone and bound ledger lay side-by-side like the instruments of a surgical execution. His breathing was nothing more than a slow, ragged friction in the back of his throat, his eyes bloodshot and fixed on the leather cover of the notebook. The ash-gray color that had taken over his handsome features during the hours of realization had settled deep into his skin, leaving his face looking hollowed out, old, and thoroughly broken under the single beam of amber light from the desk lamp. The automated habit of his blindnes

"Not anymore." "Then we wait." Obsession was not impatience. That was the thing most people got wrong about it. Impatience was what happened when you wanted something and expected it quickly. This was different. This was the kind of wanting that had organized itself around a timeline rather than a deadline. "I've waited this long." I looked back at the map. "I can wait longer." Another man cleared his throat. "There is... something else." I looked up. "What?"

“Camden Forest, age 27. He holds four PhDs from the world’s most elite universities. He’s employed at a top research institute, with a senior-level role and full government perks. “I got to know him through a forum for exotic plants. Beyond science, plants are pretty much his hobby. That was pretty much my way in. “I’m the type who can’t even keep a cactus alive, but I put in the work to learn the lingo. I’ll send you my cheat sheet. Read it, learn it, and memorize every little detail by heart.” Cassie’s jaw dropped as I forwarded 200 gigabytes of botanical study notes. “He’s a perfectionist at work, ultra-efficient. In private, though, he’s sarcastic and intense. He has zero tolerance for s

RIO POV “I thought you don’t let anyone into this room.” I mention when Dante leads me into his dark office. “Or have you finally gotten over your weird kink of not letting people touch your things?” Growing up, Dante had this weird possessiveness over his stuff, that he never let anyone, not even our mother nor Nonna, into his room, to the extent that he cleaned the room by himself. I strongly believed that he had killed people in there, since it was the only soundproof room in the house.

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

Selena then decided to go back inside. "What's with the partnership with Pixie? Can you handle the problem?" Henry tailed Selena and asked. Selena stopped abruptly. Inside the office, Joey scanned the QR code on the massager's packaging. The brand's official website popped up on the phone. It was a foreign, imported brand that cost several thousand dollars. She browsed the website and put down her phone. Judging from Henry's straightforward personality, he did not seem like someone who would devise an intricate plan.