Reading With Malcolm Novels & Stories

“What do you want?” Malcolm looked at him in silence for a while. Then, he said slowly, “I did something stupid.” “Not your first time but what did you do this time?” “Sit down,” he answered, gesturing to the chair across him. He watched as his friend sat down with a curious look now on his face. “Did I tell you that I arranged a meeting with the McClains?” McClains was a new yet fast rising Enterprise that Malcolm had hoped to invest in and he had been working on pitching a business idea to them for months.

his words loud made Diane look back at him Diane sighed trying to be strong "You mean nothing to me anymore!" "You shouldn't show up like that at the airport! You shouldn't ask me to come to your broadcast for an interview! You shouldn't make me sit next to you!" Malcolm says breathless with flatter. "Look, Gi- Malcolm Overby, you have to get out of my building right now, or I have to scream out loud so people can teach you a lesson!!” "You started it!" He banged his body again Diane, making Diane bite her inner lip holding the gasp that wanted to come out of her mouth as her body react.

“She would’ve torn your throat out before you laid a finger on her.” Malcolm laughs. “Would she?” He cocks his head, considering. “Doubtful. But I would’ve liked to see her try. There’s something about breaking strong women, don’t you think? The way they fight it, the way they scream. The way all that tenacity slowly leeches from their eyes until all they long to say is, ‘Yes, Master.’ Longing to hear a word of praise from their owner.” His eyes darken, lips twisting, “It would’ve been fun.”

Easy. I poured myself a drink, not bothering to measure it. The glass trembled slightly in my hand, and I hated that she’d gotten under my skin enough to do that. I swallowed hard, welcoming the burn as it slid down my throat. Malcolm Clark. The name tasted sour in my mouth. I’d never liked him. Not from the beginning. He watched too closely. Listened too carefully. Men like that didn’t wait without wanting something in return. And Ophelia .... she never noticed when people wanted too much from her. She always believed the best.

Julian was standing by the door, watching the room empty. For a second, our eyes met, and suddenly I couldn’t read him at all. Was I being paranoid? Or was there really something there? I walked past him without saying much and headed back toward my office. I had barely taken a few steps when my phone buzzed in my hand. Malcolm. My heart jumped. I answered immediately. “Hello?” “There’s something suspicious about the guy,” Malcolm said without preamble. I stopped in my tracks. My fingers tightened around the phone. “What do you mean?”

I don't know how long it took but my eyes remained glued to my phone, not until I heard noises. I slowly lifted my head to see Malcolm walk into the room. “You're still not sleeping?” I shook my head,” No, I got caught up reading.” I replied absentmindedly. My eyes were back on my phone as I kept swiping through. “Reading about what?” There was curiosity in his voice as he joined me on the bed. “An Article.” I mumbled and then I turned to face him with a smile on my face. “Are you done?” “Yes.” He replied, as he stared at me with nothing but love in his eyes. Whenever he looked at me, I felt electrifying jolts go through my body. His eyes would be filled with so much love, like he'd never be

“Follow me, and I’ll get you something to drink.” “Play nice. Malcolm’s the captain of the rugby team and vice president of DKE. I bet he can set you up with a hottie to take your mind off studying.” Pamela whispered, elbowing my side as we followed Malcolm. I stuck tight to Pamela, not wanting to lose her in the crowd. I’m no werewolf, so it’s not like I could follow her scent, and while I’m a couple of inches taller than my dad, I’m not tall enough to see Pamela in this crowd. No wonder there were people outside. This whole building was a fire code violation. Yes, I just thought that. I picked up some of Uncle John’s responsible nature.

Jordan, as efficient as ever, proved Malcolm could rely on him. “Perfect. Have the car readied. I’m leaving now for the weekend. I’ll see you Tuesday morning.” Malcolm gathered his things together and left the office with a smile of anticipation on his face. Life was good when you’re successful. He would now have everything he wanted. Or he would soon have everything he wanted. The anticipation was killing him and all he could think about was if her panties matched her pretty purple bra.

Lucas had requested i didnt come into work and that gave me more time on my hands to set my priorities straight and not think about Malcom. I raked my hands through my hair as i read the document jake had sent out for me, but none of the letters made sense. The prints seemed like foreign letters and my head was begining to ache from staring so hard. Pushing out of the chair, i walked to the window which was covered by the curtains, it was mid-day and the bustling of the city was obvious. The clouds were clear enough to have a nice enough to have lunch in a cafe. As i walked to my closet to change out of my shorts, there was a knock on the door. My heart leaped in my chest at the thought of M

She is leaning on the headboard, her hands folded and staring at her meal. She is not eating it. I scoffed. A knock came on my door, making me lift my eyes towards the door. Caleb walked in, adjusting his suit and looking professional as always. Dude's the male version of my sister. "Boss," I raised my brows at him. "Malcolm is ready with his album." I scoffed. "Malcolm," "Yes, boss," "You tell him I don't want to listen to shit?" I said, returning my gaze to the screen.