Possessive Series Ream Oliveros Novels & Stories

How soft he is in the aftermath of our pleasure. Oba walks past the workstation, carrying a stack of hard drives. Oliver straightens up, offering him a brilliant, easy smile and clapping him lightly on the shoulder as he passes. Oba grins back, the tension in the room easing just a fraction around Oliver’s gravitational pull. It is infuriating. It’s like he’s oblivious to the danger he’s in. He just cracked open the black ledger of a global syndicate, he has a kill order on his head from a US Senator, and he’s standing in a room full of mercenaries acting like he’s at a fucking cocktail party.

"You are thinking like a businessman. You are thinking of 'claiming' and 'possessing.' But you aren't dealing with a company you can hostilely takeover." ​I gripped the edge of my mahogany desk until my knuckles turned white. "He’s my son, Lola. My blood is in his veins. I’ve lost three years—" ​"And you will lose a lifetime if you storm in there with your checkbook and your arrogance," she interrupted, her voice as cold as the Swiss air. "Take it slow. If you try to force your way back, she will vanish again, and this time, she will make sure you never find a single footprint."

My wife had been the prototype. "You're going to give Marco everything," I said, my voice was very quiet. "Every commission, every date, every specification, every intermediary you worked through. Everything that connects the compound to the outcome to Martin Reyes. You are going to do this completely and in enough verifiable detail that it constitutes evidence that can be used formally." I looked at him directly.

Oliver hissed, leaving Damon behind as he ran back, and into their own side of the woods. Oh he was going to kill Dean. ~ "So, we are going home together then?" Kayla asked with a yawn, completely exhausted from how long of a day she had had in Oliver's company. One thing was for sure. Oliver wasn't messy. But if she was going to be working with him, there are a lot of things she had to change. The first was his filing pattern. Whilst it had been arraged, nothing had matched. And looking at the time as she finally got up, she realized she had spent most of the day, arranging the files and documents in the Bernardi's CEO's office.

Alexander said. Gabriella watched him quietly. “This..” He slid the first folder across the desk. “is everything I have so far for the business deal.” Gabriella stared at the folder before opening it tentatively. She skimmed the first page with her eyes. The words “Mavins LTD” were written in bold letters at the top. Followed by “Business Proposal.” “And this…” he said, pushing the second file to her, slower this time. Gabriella’s eyes snapped back up to him.

Arsaide. “Now I know.” Rowel nodded. “Pero kung alam ko lang sana, well I can highly recommend you to work with us in our company,” dagdag pa nito. Ngumisi siya dito. Paglingon niya kay Oliver ay napalunok naman siya. Para na kasi siyang nasa hotseat sa mga oras na iyon. Oliver looked so serious while his eyes were on her. Tamang nakikinig at nag-o-obserba lang din ito sa isang tabi. Ngunit para sa kaniya ay para siya nitong binabato ng mga tanong.

"Who?" "Dylan and that bastard don't have a plan to sell it back again. When I talk to him, that bastard is so arrogant, and I badly want to beat him." I clenched my fist angrily. That bastard Dylan again. He always takes what was mine. First,t that bitch Winter, now my place. "Okay, just forget about it. Just look for a new place for me." I said between gritted teeth. I badly want that place, but Dylan owns it now. I don't want to take it back from him anymore.

“You make me want to be claimed,” Harper admits with a soft smile, “I never really liked rough or possessive guys, but somehow it is different when it comes to you. I find I want you to be more possessive.” Oliver’s heart skipped a beat at her admission, the soft smile on her face sending a rush of warmth through his chest. The vulnerability in her voice as she confessed wanting his possessiveness was more intoxicating than any physical act could ever be. “You have no idea what hearing that does to me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Knowing I am the only one who gets to see this side of you– the side that wants to be claimed and owned completely.” His hands tightened possessive

And yet had tossed her away? Jeremy glared at Raul, who tried as hard as possible to remain untouched by the tensed atmosphere in the room. Leonard has taken a seat, and Olivera knew from the glazing of his eyes that either Seth or Roland was passing information to him since he was the chief of the pack warriors. “But…” Nick opened his mouth to plead, but Olivera shook her head. “I’m not having him as my mate. Never.” She said, and stood up from the chair. She was done here.

Andrew introduced her enthusiastically, "What I told you earlier is the one who came to ask if our group is still recruiting people. He is very famous in our department, and he has made movies!" Hearing the conversation between the two, Leo stood up and came to say hello, "Hello, I am the new intern Leo." "This is Olive. Here are all your seniors.” Andrew patted himself on the chest proudly. "I'm your senior, too." Leo immediately looked at Olive and seemed to be waiting for her words. Olive said, "Have we met before?" "Yes." Leo smiled shyly. "I didn't expect that you are still a fan of mine." "…"