Office Obsession Novels & Stories

I feel my hands immediately tingle and my heart race until I reach up and align the spoon again, like it's the ticket to soothing my anxiety and expanding the walls again in the restaurant. "Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I noticed this when you anxiously aligned the photo frame on your desk back in your office in L.A. when I accidentally moved it a bit, and how you anxiously aligned the seatbelts so they weren't folded over in the limo to the Opera, and also how you, again, anxiously aligned the magazines on the plane ride here when we hit a bit of turbulence. And let's not forget about how you refused to have your "clothes touching" when you got to my mother's house. It's like when somethi

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.

The door was open so I went in and closed it. Isaac turned his back on me and opened his blinds. The sun flooded the room and filled it with life. I was quite familiar with those four walls, I knew every book on her shelf and I also got used to his obsession with keeping everything in order. Each object that he owned had to be in a specific place and I memorized a large part of them, that's why I realized from the moment I entered that the painting in which we appeared together was no longer there. It was supposed to be on her bedside table and it was gone, knowing that hurt a lot.

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

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.

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’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

She was getting impatient. The fragrance was like citrus and lotus. It was not from the pies for sure. Someone at the hallway was wearing it. But who would use such a strong perfume early in the morning. I was trying to control my wolf. But my whole body was feeling as if it was drugged. I didn't know where I was going anymore. I felt like I needed to find out the source of that perfume. Lexa was going crazy. Just when I came near the kitchen door, my wolf howled inside "Mate! "

"You mean, sir?" "Yes, obsession. Didn't we talk about that before? You also know that I was obsessed with imprisoning Amanda, and it has been realized." "So, you're asking about my opinion, sir?" Oriaga nodded. He sat on the sofa as Zayn stood in front of him. They were in the CEO's room. "Obsession is quite scary, sir. Because one can go against anything to realize one's obsession, it's different from a wish, but a strong desire at a pretty bad level."