Office Obsession Novels & Stories

She went to the dressing room and changed her clothes, and after that, she got to work. *** MONTERIO INVESTMENT*** Charles sat on the chair in his office, typing very fast as he was engrossed deeply in what he was doing. A knock was heard and he frowned. He didn't call for anybody. "Who's it?" He asked. "A monster," a guy said as he entered. Charles shook his head before facing the computer. "Why are you here?" He asked. "What's up, I didn't find your secretary outside," the guy said as he made himself comfortable on a chair.

I growled, jerking faster, imagining her legs spread for him, but her eyes closed—seeing me. "Fuck, princess! Fuck, I'm going to come for you. Daddy is gonna cum for you. Right in your mouth." I growled, stroking my cock a little too harder, staring hungrily at her picture of my computer. I came hard, spilling over my hand, chest rising and falling in short, uneven breaths. But there was no peace after. No satisfaction. Only obsession. I stood, paced the office. Tried to open work documents. Tried to read intel reports. But every line blurred into nothing.

It's the third year since my wife, Joyce Sinclair, cheated on me. I spread her intimate photos with her male assistant, Bryan Long, on the internet. Then, I doused myself in gasoline and threatened to drag everyone down to hell with me. Bryan's so scared that he flees the city that very night. I think I've won. However, to settle my lawsuit and cover the damages, my older sister, Rachel Lovett, sells her house and takes out high-interest loans. In the end, the burden becomes too much for her, and she jumps from a high-rise building. Her voice is hoarse in the recording she leaves me. "That's enough, Ray. We've lost everything. Mom and Dad have aged overnight, and I can't take it anymor

Business associates reported erratic behavior, sudden mood swings, an inability to engage with important decisions because his attention was elsewhere. "He's made four more serious business errors this week alone," Rachel reported. "Decisions he would have never made if he was thinking clearly. His obsession with you is literally destroying what's left of his empire." "And the more it crumbles, the more he fixates on me as the solution," I said, understanding the psychology at play. "He thinks if he can just reclaim me, if he can just possess me again, somehow everything else will fall back into place." "Classic obsessive thinking," Rachel agreed. "He's built you up in his mind as this ultim

“Oh yeah! What are you gonna say again huh?” “What are you saying Heather, I can’t do something of that such” “Those bags only contain cereals, chips and crisps?” “Why would you bring me cereals, chips and crisps? I can buy those on my own” “Listen Miss Heather, there must be a misunderstanding somewhere” “You might just be mistaken about the scenario. You just have to be calm and we will definitely track the stalker” “Are you trying to confuse my focus Sophia?” Heather grumbled slowly.

Just a little and that was because work had always done that for me. It gave me structure and control. A reason to focus on something outside my own thoughts. I looked down at the reservation tablet again and exhaled slowly. Everything looked normal. But my mind still wasn't. Linda’s words kept replaying inside my head. “He’s obsessed. There’s a difference.” I hated that the sentence stayed with me and the fact that it unsettled me this much. My fingers paused above the screen as I pondered on the word. Obsessed?. The word made me uncomfortable because love was supposed to feel safe and not threatening.

The desires that have grown and festered over the years, right from when my obsession turned 18 and the mate bond registered between us. It was forbidden. Unheard of. She was so fucking young. And I was almost twice her age. Yet, that bitch of a moon goddess took one look at us and went “let’s commit a felony.” I mindlink a cleaner and gave her clean up my office. As much as I’d like to cover myself in my obsession’s maddening scent, I won’t be able to get any work done if I can’t stop thinking about her. Not to mention her crimes.

I had been married to this lady for three years and not a child, she runs off with Ethan and has a child immediately for him. I opened my laptop, I just stared at the screen. I could not focus. I left my office and walked to the elevator. The hallway was crowded. People nodded at me. "Good morning, boss," someone whispered. I didn't respond, I only heard it after I had walked away, my mind went somewhere else. The elevator doors opened. People stepped out. People stepped in. I stood at the back. The doors started to close. Then I saw her.

, Shaurya finished his speech and saw how horrible Chase's expressions were. "Chasey, think properly. You are only infatuated by Nishu. You have to find out What exactly you feel for her. What is this feeling called? You have a very strong Obsessiveness of attraction for her. And you know that this type of strong Obsessiveness usually does not last long and makes people unable to think about anything else. You are one of those types of people", Shaurya pulled the last strings of Chase's hidden obsession. Shaurya mentally smirked and Chase instantly ran out of his cabin.

Instead, my thoughts circled her, over and over, a tempest I couldn’t calm. It started small. A missed call. A delayed response. A signature I didn’t double-check. Normally, I was meticulous—flawless. Every decision precise, every movement calculated. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. Desire doesn’t respect schedules, priorities, or logic. By the time I noticed, the first cracks had already appeared.