Office Obsession Novels & Stories

I gave him Blow jobs so many times but his skills were beyond my imagination. "Don't you get tired??" "Oh, I can't get tired Ever." "Don't you have any shame, Mr CEO, trying on your Secretary??" "My craving for my secretary is never-ending. And My late-night cravings are always you."

I rub my face. " Good night sleeping beauty"They speak on the other side of the line, and only with sarcasm is their voice I can know who it is "What do you want, Luis?"I roll my eyes. It is very unbearable. Luis is a friend of Karla's that I met a few months ago. Since then he has had a strange obsession with me, he always calls me, sends me messages and I've even caught him watching you from afar. It's kind of awkward and weird.

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

“Because the men are watching. They’re not blind. You forget numbers, dates, deals you think they don’t notice?” I stood so fast the chair scraped back. My palms pressed into the desk, leaning over him. “You got something to say, say it.” He didn’t flinch. That’s why I keep him. “You’re obsessed,” he said blunt. “With her. And it’s ruining your focus. You never used to miss a detail. Now you’re missing everything.” My breath hissed through my teeth. For a second, all I saw was red—the kind that fills your vision before you put a bullet in someone’s skull. My hand tightened on the edge of the desk. The veins in my arm stood out like cords.

Nixon’s POV I stare down at my chrome desk and chase away the impulse to smudge it up. Sometimes my perfect office and my orderly life piss me off for no apparent reason other than that they're ultimately boring. It's all my futile attempt to control everything. Because if I'm in control, I don't have to experience those pesky emotions that I don't want to feel. Since I fell into the pools of chocolate brown masquerading as Marcella Castillo's eyes, I've been roiling in them.

Alli could practically feel the woman's resentment radiat-ing acrossthe room like a furnace. Alli tried to focus, tried to lose herself in the familiar rhythm of her work—wiping down the sticky bar with a damp rag, stacking glasses with a practiced hand, the clinking sound a fragile shield against the tension that !lled the air, checking the register to make sure the numbers lined up, a futile attempt to impose order on thechaos churning inside her. But her body betrayed her, every nerve ending on high alert, remembering how he'd touched her the night

* he said without looking up, dismissive as ever. *"It's important,"* I insisted. *"Mr. Cole needs her. She'll be occupied for the day."* He finally looked at me then, unimpressed. *"Oh yeah? Mr. Cole has no business with Diana. You can chat during lunch break. Right now, she's helping me. Please leave."* I glanced at Diana. She gave me a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes. We both hated her boss. He was cranky, perpetually irritated, like a man who argued with someone every morning and came to the office to distribute the leftover bad mood.

“Well follow me I will lead you to Your lover” Lena was silent, she walked behind the bulb which was levitating in front of her,the bulb stopped in front of a door,Lena pushed the door open,it was an office,Jeremy,Mason,Josephine and Black were sitting around the table. “I thought you won’t find us” Jeremy chuckled teasingly. “You left me!!” Lena hissed as she continis as she walked in. “Well a glowing bulb showed me the way” They all stared at each other in confusion,if they were human they would say Lena was mental,after everything with DEATH she had become delusional and seeing things.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

It never ends well. Obsession is lethal. It creeps in quietly, wrapping itself around you like comfort, but it suffocates in the end. It erases who you were and replaces it with hunger. If I stay, the person I am will disappear, replaced by someone who longs for a violent man, a sadistic killer. Obsession has never been a good trait, and this one terrifies me more than he ever could. More than what happened earlier tonight. Being locked in that office was horrifying, but this is worse. This feels like addiction, deep and consuming.