Office Obsession Novels & Stories

Mr. Osagie's POV It’s been days, yet I can’t get Ami out of my mind. There’s this strange, unexplainable feeling I get every time I see her. She doesn’t even have to speak, a simple glance from her sends a shiver through me. When she brings our food, while sitting with my wife, I find myself wishing she would join us at the table, though I know my wife would never allow that. Just yesterday, something shocked me. While I was watching the live Champions League match at home, I saw her face and her waist beads flash across the TV screen, not literally, of course, but in my mind. My obsession is spinning out of control. I tapped my fingertips on my desk at the office, restless.

Just the two of us smiling, tangled up in stolen kisses, moments that felt like forever. But the second folder? “Obsessiom”—marked with a red heart. That one was filled with the photos I never meant to show anyone. Shots of her in her quietest, rawest moments. Making coffee in my shirt. Sleeping with her lips parted in the pantry, cheeks flushed, skin glowing under bad office lighting. She had no idea how many nights I spent scrolling through those images like a man starved. She doesn’t even realize it—I’ve been obsessed. Every photo, every angle, every second she’s within reach, I’m memorizing her like I’ll never get to touch her again.

“Something is going on with the two of you. I’d have to be a fool not to see it.” “So you’re saying you’re not a fool?” I ask, turning back toward him finally. “I’m not that big of a fool. You stare at her all the time, Chris. Others are bound to notice at some point too.” Yeah, I know that. But it’s not like I can help it. Every time I sit down at my desk I think about her. And even when I manage to get into a flow with my work, something will inevitably remind me of her. It’s not something I’m used to. This … obsession. Because that’s what it feels like, an obsession.

in my ear, imagining his fingers instead of mine, his mouth devouring every sound I tried to swallow. The office, the papers, the risk—all of it faded away until there was nothing but him, everywhere, consuming me. And when I finally climaxed, biting my lip hard to keep me from crying out his name, I knew I was lost. This wasn’t a crush. It wasn’t a harmless attraction. It was an obsession. And it was only getting stronger by the minutes.

Instagram: @giftodulesi. I love you guys a lot. Leave a nice five-star rating, please😘 -------------------- This exertion I was experiencing was driving the hell out of my knuckles, typing furiously on my office laptop, working for some asshole as his secretary really wasted my whole time. I was constantly giving my work an irrelevant emphasis. I decided to take a break, rested my head on the black leather chair I was sitting on, at the end, close to the glass wall of my rectangular office, painted in an exorbitant white paint, with a black theme that completely correlates with my black office chair and extortionate Spanish glass table with other beautiful extras that are necessary in a sec

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

“I don't know, I can't be sure of anything but I don't think it's a woman. I have no enemy.” "Let's try to evaluate our suspects." Paola put a hand on her hip and examined the board. "What motive would Ezra have for harassing you?” I kept quiet and tried to think of a reason. “I do not know.” “What reasons does Fernando have for harassing you?” “Take revenge on me, make me suffer and ruin my relationship with Isaac,” Paola wrote what I said on the board. “What reasons does Isaac have to harass you?” I had never thought about that. “None.”

All the satffs felt like crying they didnt slept all night to complete the presentation and he just said another day. Alexander stoods from his chair and goes to his office.His secretary Harrry also follows him.All the way he was smiling like a crazy man.Harry was thinking"mad my boss is mad .He became mad after the accident.He always smiles nowdays." Alexander reached his office and sits in his leather chair.He then opens his phone to look the message from his man. It was about his baby girl.After few minutes he completed reading the message and becomes happy. He also sends reward to his man for finding his baby girls details .Now plan in action to make his baby girl his.He cant even wait a

he responded, proceeding to tell them how it all went down. Julian whistled. “Damn. You actually did it. Six months of him being your… what did you call it? Personal companion?” Vegas’s smile turned darker. “Exactly. He belongs to me now. No more running after him. No more hiding behind that girl. He’s going to learn exactly what it means to cross me.” Julian laughed, raising his glass. “To the most obsessive man I know.” “Hope you know what you’re doing with this one,” Remmy added, a not-so-stoked expression on his face.

I always knew Alex is a smart dude, but I never really tapped into his knowledge. “Now Alex, what is obsession?” He cleared his throat once more bad went on. “Obsession is a constant or repetitive analysis of something to a point where it becomes very unhealthy, one way to know it's obsession is ; it fuels your ego, it fuels your desires in a dark way, and it starts to become unhealthy, you can't seem to let them go, but love, is the strength to let go because you love them and know they don't owe you anything not even their life!”