Office Romance Novels & Stories

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.

We had been living together for a week. Work. Home. Dates. Late nights at the office together to catch up on work. Usually just the two of us, as the other interns frequently found reasons to bail early. It was probably just as well. Most nights ended with us fucking on his office couch or desk. We were joined at the hip. Always together. I kept waiting for someone to burst my bubble and tell me I was dreaming. "Office romance is strictly forbidden, Mr. Winston," I said coyly, grinning at him while my hands slid down his torso, appreciating the ripples of muscle under my fingers. "We better not get caught," I flirted, turning to straddle him.

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.

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

His eyebrows knit together, and he shakes his head no, “You don’t need to fret over that, Elyria. Your smile is more than enough for me.” My cheeks burn from his kind words, especially as he says them in front of some of the closest people in his life. I grab one of the books out of the bag and say, “Well, Alpha, is it alright if I get to the office and to my reading?” I didn’t pay attention to what I was grabbing. As Atlas grabs the book and examines it, I realize what it is and regret the decision to grab a random book. It’s a romance book with a half-naked man on the cover, a girl in a skimpy dress, and a wolf in the background titled ‘Taming the Alpha. ’

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."

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he say down back on his chair and pull off a long face. "Oh my goodness, I deserve to be punished for that, right? Fûck what did I just say," I says sarcastically before moving closer to him, it's time to use my charm on him. I walked to him and sat on his leg, I can feel him melt within, but I don't mind. "You look pretty in that, actually," He says to me and quickly looks away. "Thank you," I smile at him shyly before I slam my lips on his, I have been anticipating for an office romance, the knock on the door pull me back to my Senses and I rushed to hide under the table.