Pursuit To Perfection Novels & Stories

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

I understand you are very unsure, and it's perfectly fine to be. I want to start the journey of my life from the very bottom with you. I want to reach the pinnacle of this journey only with you. I want to eventuate a haphazard journey and travel through the length of the roads and flow of the rivers, take a road as it comes by without any pronounced destination. Only with you.

I asked, crossing my legs. "Sure, Ms. Perez. I know you expect nothing but perfection and my team is the best in the company. I can assure you that," he stated confidently and I nodded with a smile. "That's convincing. I'll call you if I need anything," I dismissed him and let out a huge sigh, thinking about all the events that unfolded today but more importantly my mind was stuck on a certain pair of grey eyes that kept haunting me since that day at the club. It was supposed to be a one-night whatever like he said and of all places, he had to work here.

Spencer said heading upstairs. The next morning, Stephanie had to wake up 7am, shortest sleep she'd ever slept(does that make sense). She did all her morning routine, brushed her teeth, took her bath, brushed her hair and packed it up in a messy buns, she tried looking professional. She wore a Grey pencil skirt that length just above her thighs and a black top, with a long sleeve, she tucked the top in, hoping it would be much more presentable,it was hugging her curves, sexier than she was expecting, maybe dressing professional was her thing, she grin. This was her first time going to an office, well going to work there so she tried looking her best, not being the type who really wears heels

I said, tilting my head, “care enough to make sure every detail is perfect, even if it takes longer.” The corner of his mouth twitched barely there, but I caught it. “Perfection is an illusion, Celeste. Efficiency is real.” There it was again my name, sharp and deliberate. It made my pulse trip over itself, and I hated it. “Maybe,” I said, “but I’d rather chase perfection than settle for ‘good enough.’” For a moment, he just looked at me. Not his usual cold, assessing look this was different. Focused. Like he was trying to read something on my face, maybe see how far he could push before I cracked.

“Love, there’s nothing she can do about it. I wanted you to be my wife and the only person that I wanted to marry.” “Thank you Roxy, for loving me this much. I will try my very best to be worthy of your love and I will love you forever.” We decided to engage first. We don’t need to rush things as long as our parents know about our engagements and make sure that everything will go according to our plans. Shane looks so happy just like me and I hope this happiness that we felt right now will last forever.

“I overheard what you said to Freddie, are you sure you want to quit? You’d practically be handing your job over to me…You give up to easily you know that? What fun is it when my main competition has decided to quit on me? So here is what you are going to do you are going to turn around right now and you are going to march your ass back into Freddie’s office. You are going to beg him for your job back. You are the only true competition I have, and I will not let you leave Model Perfect until you say yes. You are too good at what you do. You are a talented model.” Is Tanya Pennington being nice to me? I can hardly believe what I am hearing. She wants to compete with me, why? If I am out of th

She's dissecting every word, probably looking for something to argue with. "This is the most effective plan," I continue, voice edged with finality. "If you keep chasing perfection, you'll see a sea with no fucking destination. I've been in business longer than you, Moreau. I run a multibillion-dollar empire. I thrive on perfection, but I also know when to loosen the reins and cut through the red tape. You? You don't. You want everything pristine, controlled, wrapped in a perfect little bow."

I understood the command and hastened to comply with the orders. This little mind is a treasure, and I am sure she will become a beautiful woman when she grows up. With a soothing music vibration filling the room, I regained my original position on the bed and lay on my belly, gawking at the screen. “Mom, why would he want to find a perfect girl?” And there, my angel clicked something inside me. I gave her a flying kiss to give me something to write on. Perfection is an illusion; it’s a metaphor to recreate your expectations in a human form. It is okay to search for the one, but the question was, would you be able to fulfill her requirement of perfection?

I know the type very well, that'll do anything you want for a better chance at work and raise. It isn't that I have anything against it, but I prefer someone in it just for the sake of it and not for a raise or promotion. I was waiting for Kate to come up to me, I want to bend that ass on my desk. It is what it is and I want her bad. She's been my obsession since the moment I saw her. It'll be great if she is just into it as I am or else I'll have to work on her. I prefer the chase but I with her I have to have her.