Oh Hold On Novels & Stories

Howard said with a knowing grin. The Holdens all let out a collective gasp of astonishment. The phone continued to ring insistently. "Howard, shouldn't we let Talia answer it?" Holden suggested, glancing at Howard. "If they're really waiting for her to sign the contract, we shouldn't keep them hanging. What if they lose patience..."

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I didn’t want trouble over a simple errand. When I opened the front door of the modern mansion, the living room was completely quiet. No barking, no litter box, no food bowls, no leashes—nothing you’d expect for a pet. A neatly dressed woman stood near the sofa, looking tense, as if she’d been waiting for me. I paused politely. “Hi, I’m with the errand service here to feed Mimi. Where’s the pet?” The woman didn’t answer right away. She looked me up and down, as if sizing me up. She wore a Bluetooth earpiece, and someone was clearly talking to her on the other end.

I loved being held by him, as long as it didn't turn into anything from Fifty Shades. My best friend cleared her throat, bringing me back to reality. Killian held me a little longer before pulling away and walking into the closet. My eyes followed him, drinking in his shirtless form, and when I turn to look at my best friend, I saw I wasn't the only one. I cocked my brow at her, but she just shrugged her shoulders, saying. "Damn, but he's fine."

I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. " Sorry, Mrs. Yolanda " I called her not knowing what to call her precisely. " Oh honey, call me Yola" she simply smiled. " Sorry for disturbing Yola, I just wanted some water " " You didn't disturb me at all, here" she said lending me a glass of water and I took a sip. Something caught my attention near the kitchen entrance, a small stand near the door, it has a picture of what it seems like four people. I walked to it and grabbed it, there was a light skin guy hugging Yolanda from the back and two teenagers in front of them. The boy with black hair and green eyes smiled while the girl with the same green eyes and curly black hair looked annoyed.

I stammered, wide-eyed and trying to wrap my head around the compliment he seemed to give me. “Sure is—” He began, but the sudden appearance of Kota O’Hare, the tool that made fun of me for eating a cupcake during lunch, cut his reply short. Kota stood a short distance away, his jersey lifted up his chiseled abdomen as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. The curly tendrils of his hair clung to his face, which was reddened with exertion that quickly morphed to distain. “Hey, Holden. You comin,’ dude?” He shouted, giving the guy at my side a look that said, ‘what the hell are you doing?’.

Hatchett muttered as I craned my neck to watch Holden do his magic. “If you traveled as much as I do and had a boss who randomly calls for information, you learn to adjust,” Holden said, flashing me a playful smile. “There, got it.” “What exactly are we looking at here?” Torque asked as he leaned over the table to get a better look at Holden’s screen. “The territory around Moon Valley,” Holden said as everyone’s eyes narrowed to see the small three by two-inch screen. “Looks like a blob of greenery,” Hatchett said.

My soft submissive lips shaping around the strong controlling lips of my mate. Holden slips his hands further around my body, splaying them out across my bare ass, groping hard. "I want you." He whispers into my mouth. "Do you want me?" I nod. "Yes I do, but please don't mark me." Holden's eyes shoot with pain. "Not yet. I want to wait. I'm not ready for that just yet." Holden pulls back and looks at me. "You don't want me? Are you rejecting me?"

she secured the box in her hands. However, Yang Tian-Xu refused to let her go, he slides her down yet still supporting her with his body, as he held her tight. Their eyes met as he remained attached to her. Speechless as she turned her head away from his gaze. "Um… President, you can put me down now…"

I couldn't help but pinch both of his cheeks as he frowned at me. "Why are you soo cute? Huh?" I rubbed his cheeks and pinched it again. It's so soft and squishy. I really thought that his cheeks were hard and rough but I was wrong. It's the opposite of it. "You are way cuter, especially your hei—" "Excuse me, Mr and Mrs, but you are blocking the way. Can you continue your public display of affection somewhere else? We have been waiting for a while." I turned around to where the voice was coming from and saw a middle-aged woman who was holding a little girl's hand.