She Calls Me Sir Novels & Stories

Then I said to her, "It's okay baby... Please give me a minute, I have a call coming in and I need to take it right away, for it's a business call from an associate. I will call you right after the call, Okay...?" "Okay Sir, please go ahead..." I chuckled as she called me sir, and I said "alright", and dropped the call quickly so as not to miss my business call.

“I’m Aila.” “I know,” she said. “Sir talks a lot about you.” “Sir?” “Your boss. Aiden.” My eyes widened. Sir? Was she one of his servants around here? Or maybe she was another worker of his. “Oh, um, where is he?” She rested her hand on mine, grasping it. “He’ll be over in a little bit.” She stared at me, her red eyes almost as bright as her red hair. I fiddled with my fingers and pressed my knees together, staring around the party.

I can't give another assessment before trying to make love. "Call me Sir!" I said. "What?" "You still want me, right?" "Yes, I am!" "Well then, in that case, while you are on duty call me Sir! Outside of that, you can call me Mattia." Harper shook her head. Either the conditions I gave her were too difficult to fulfill, or she thought my idea was ridiculous. "O-okay," she replied, giving in. It seemed that wasn't enough, so I tried to bait her.

she giggled. “Sir?” I raised my brows with a smirk. “You want me to call you a sweet name? Honey, maybe?” She smirked. “Well, it wouldn't be too bad” I smiled. “You'll have to earn it” she responded with a teasing look on her face. “Oh man” I sighed, my head falling into a droop while she chuckled, “Don't worry. I'll make you call me all kinds of sweet names in no time” I said confidently. She chuckled; “Oh really? Wanna bet?”

She ended the call and turn her attention back to me. "She says you can go up." She told me. "Thank you." I said smoothly. "Um, sir," I heard she called after me. I stopped and turn around. "Yes?" I answered. "I didn't get your name." She said. A smirk creeped up to my face, "Julian Cesario." I saw her mouth fell open in shock. I turn on my heel rendering her speechless.

she didn't ask for money. "Ms. Jones... are you leaving?" I asked and she gave me a polite smile. "Yes sir." And she was about to leave when I held her hand and she turned around in confusion. I quickly left her hand. Thank god, she stopped calling me by my name. Sir is much better, her touch, my name from her lips... everything started to drive me crazy. I almost lost all my control when she ditched me last night and stayed alone and hungry in the cabin. But now sir is much better. I am the hunter here; I can't fall for my prey. I will make the prey fall for me, so she will be ready to even die for me...

I sighed, "But so far, seeing how you are holding up, something tells me it will be fun, right?" "Don't be worried about that, Sir Damien," She smiled, so beautifully that I felt my heart leap for a minute, was her smile always that beautiful, it was almost striking and captivating, I couldn't help but grin at her, "I assure you that I can handle myself perfectly, I can please you even if I am not drunk and also I don't need to be drunk to be Kristy," Sir Damien? That is new, it was almost satisfying to be called like that.

he didn’t let me finish, “Why do you still have the audacity to call me sir, Sexy… I just really want to get down this one time! Am I lucky enough to have that request granted?” “Si- Thane” I was so used to the ‘Sir’, ”I’m not a slot!” Now fully in my right senses, I let these words out in almost a shout! He seemed to be under some sort of spell; I couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted from me; this, I guess, also kept me strangely irritated at him.

What... What is she doing here?... "Umm, how did you call me?" "Master? Hey?" How?... Did she... Did she also die?... "I-Is this something he does frequently?" "No... No, it isn´t" What the hell am I supposed to do now?... How am I supposed to save Verónica when that person is the heroine?... "Dominique... Dominique! Snap out of it!" Slap! "Woah! Wha- Whe- Huh?"

she urged, ushering her out of my room. She stopped at the door and turned to me with an apologetic glow in those ocean-blue eyes. “I’m so sorry about this, sir,” she said before leaving the room. Sir? I was amused by this. I have been called so many things. But sir? That was a new one.