Office Obsession Novels & Stories

"I live in the same house. It’s unavoidable." "That’s not what I asked, Mr. Moretti." I glare at her. "Yes." She closes her notebook with a soft thud, then sighs. "Mr. Moretti. You are not dying. You are not sick. And there is no virus." I lean back, expecting the solution. "Then what is it? A defect?" "In a manner of speaking," she says. "You are describing acute symptoms of pathological obsession."

“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.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

He got furious of the strange feelings suddenly developed for a total stranger. "Can I give you a massage? "He asked as he pointed at the new massage bed David recently bought for him which was still inside the carton and was properly kept inside his wardrop. She looked at the direction of his finger and saw the massage bed how it was beautifully kept inside Mr. Evidence's transparent glass wardrobe. She saw it but couldn't give him a reply. Mr. Evidence saw how quiet she was and decided to give her the message even without getting her permission. He was just convinced she would love it.

" Tina asked. She can't help but feel a rush within her. Is she going to suggest that they talk him into finding a woman or letting the past go? She's ok for the later option but not the former. Jordan can only get involved with her, no, not her she meant someone like her at least. "He's heart was wounded when he lost his love. That wounded heart can only get cured by finding love again. What I mean is this. A woman like you and I have made him obsessed, it is only someone like us that can help him out of that obsession. Do you agree with me?" Isabella asked. Tina nodded. Isabella is speaking in idioms. She hadn't really said what she wanted. She's beating around the bush.

I ordered and hung up the call. I looked at the pile of work on my desk and cursed, who is this girl and why is she messing with my mind like this? I quickly packed my laptop in my briefcase, not even bothering to shut it down and I left the office. Thank you Hazel for turning me into a crazy man.

Katie, my coworker informs me and a frustrated groan immediately escapes my lips. "What does that idiot want now?" I hiss under my breath, wondering why he would want to see me. I tiredly put aside my phone before lazily standing up and walking towards his personal office. He, unlike Jake who used the same office with us, had requested a new office space cause he supposedly has no interest in interacting with us and he detests the mere thought of sharing an office with mere employees. Crazy, am I right?

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."

He had always loved her why she can't see it? He felt disappointed and hurt. ... Finally putting his son into his home while keeping the guards to protect him, Jacob left the home under the care of his sister. ... "What's the report?" He asked as he entered his brother's office at the police station. His brother rubbed his temples as he took out a diary and a recorder. "She wrote this diary daily I think and this is the recording we get from the manager's intercom system. She had gone for the cruise last night." He than pressed the button as the recording started.