Office Romance Novels & Stories

He adjusted his tie and cleared his throat. Romano turned to him. “What do you have for me?” “The doc has made contact…” Romano let out a sudden loud groan, he grabbed on to the side of the sofa, his fingers tightened around her hair as he released into her mouth. Orlando looked away. Romano cackled aloud and threw his head backwards. “I couldn’t hold back my excitement.” He watched as the girl sucked him clean and swallowed. He held her gaze, a wicked smile on his lips, “That’s my little girl…” He ruffled her hair, “Give us a moment, girls.” He stood to his feet and adjusted his trousers. The girls picked their things and exited the room. “You said the doc made contact.”

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

Forever. If he doesn't say something in the next minute, he'll never hear from me again. I swear it on my life. “Romano” Caroline called in that slutty voice of hers, my vision turned misty. Why wasn't he saying anything? Why was she still in his office? Why did I even believe he would ever be mine? The men in the mafia world had all the power they wanted; they could afford to take mistresses and lovers even while married, and no one would point a finger at them.

Some days, I preferred when the old man was working, even though his eyes had began to grow listless with the things of life, he was still as kind as they could be. Even though my office was freshly cleaned, the scent of the lemon-flavoured fresh lingering in the air, I could still smell our intertwined arousal from nights ago. Don’t look, I repeated to myself as I walked across the room toward my desk. I fought, heavily, with my will not to glance at the glass where I had held Oliver’s body while I fucked him senseless. The way his body welcomed me, the heat wrapping around in a warm embrace, like that hug from a relative you had not seen in years. The way his eyes had twinkled with passion

“Oh. Oh no. You really have not had sex, have you?” “I already told you no!” I protested. “We have not,” Andre said curtly. “I see.” Roman sloshed his drink around in the glass. “Well then. Shall we return to discussing A Court of Thorns and Roses? I have opinions on the book’s views on feminism.” “Why would you think we had sex?” I asked. “Because of the wording of the contract,” Roman replied simply. “Joemar told me you discovered the loophole. And, to be quite frank, you and Andre have appeared quite fond of one-another since I returned today.”

My fingers flew over the screen before I could even breathe: What the fuck did you send to my office, Romano? The typing bubbles flickered, then popped. His reply came in seconds. A single giddy bear emoji… mocking, childish, smug. Followed by: “You’re officially my work wife now… So I got you a flower, and you should wear a red gown and look prettier than the roses for me tonight… Xoxo” My stomach lurched. My fists tightened so hard my nails dug crescents into my palms. I typed back, seething, every word punching through my fingertips:

he asked. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you.” “Ouch,” he said, mock-clutching his chest. “And here I thought we were bonding.” The corner of my mouth tugged before I could stop it. “Stealing my fries isn’t bonding.” “Depends how you look at it,” he murmured, eyes on the road. “Some people would call it intimacy.” My pulse stuttered. I looked away quickly, forcing my gaze out the window again.

When the call ended, I set my phone down and stared at the library walls, feeling lighter than I had in months. ** The photos went live on a Tuesday. Mira sent me the link before I even woke up. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?? she wrote, followed by seventeen exclamation marks and a string of emojis I did not bother decoding. I opened the link still half asleep, squinting at my phone in the gray morning light. Aldric was already gone, his side of the bed cool. The headline stopped my breath. FENMORE'S REAL ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE CEO AND OMEGA HUSBAND SEAL LOVE IN MONACO.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

"You're an omega from the Oakheart family, the alpha's youngest daughter. Everyone knows you're a virgin and the perfect woman to serve your alpha..." "You're talking about Orella, not me," I reply just as defiantly. "'Serve my alpha?' Not even in your dreams. I don't serve any alpha. And as for my virginity..." "Tell me I'm the first! I want to hear you say it!" "Whether you're number one hundred or five hundred, what difference does it make? The result is the same, ridiculous alpha. You're not the first. Get over it. There's a long line of men who gave me pleasure before you."