Touch Me Not Mr·kingsley Novels & Stories

the Commander spat out. Finally Brandon could find his voice. "God no, sir! I swear, I never ever touched her until she turned 18. I swear to God. I wouldn't do that." Brandon was wishing he was anywhere in the world right now except where he was. His face felt hot. He knew he had probably turned a few shades of red in less than a minute.

KING' boldly written on it. His phone buzzed, shattering his tranquility. He answered the call and waited for the man on the other side to speak. "Hello, Mr. King, the woman you had a night with six years ago just returned to the country."

He said, still smiling “Your name?” “Steven King from Alden Kings Inc..” He said, hoping Mr Kaito didn’t send security when she told him. As she made the call, he flashed her a flirty smile. She hitched up her skirt to show off her nice legs but they were no match for the ones he had woken up beside this morning. Marie. Just this thought of his wife was enough to send heat sprawling across his body, even when he was upset with her. “Well, you’re in luck. Mr. Kaito will see you. Let me walk you up, wouldn’t want you to get lost.” She said in a sultry voice, and she winked and walked past him.

I screamed his name, but the sound was trapped in my throat. Uncle Kingsley stood behind me. The legendary billionaire, the man who could buy entire countries and crash the stock market with a single phone call, looked helpless. His billions of dollars, his royal connections, his endless power, none of it mattered. Death didn't care about money. Death didn't take bribes. Kingsley kicked a metal trash can. It crashed loudly against the white wall. "Dammit!" Kingsley cursed, rubbing his jaw harshly. He let out a dark, frustrated breath. "Looks like we only have that piece of garbage left."

However, he was dressed decently, and his eyes were slightly slanted. She waited patiently for Cedrick and Mister Kingsley to finish their conversation. Meanwhile, her attention was drawn to the young lady next to Mister Kingsley. The woman had her back facing Catelyn. She was facing Cedrick while sitting next to Mister Kingsley. Catelyn could see very clearly that Mister Kingsley's hand moved to the woman's butt from time to time. The woman seemed to be uncomfortable. Every time Mister Kingsley touched her, she would flinch. Soon, Catelyn could guess Mister Kingsley's character from his behavior.

Kicking the habit was not about never doing it—it was about being smart and controlled about it. Henry got the go-ahead and kissed me, his fingers, strong and defined, undid my clothes. Before long, we were skin to skin. Our hands entwined, we reached the heights of joy together.

Deirdre hastily withdrew her hand and lowered her head while trying to explain herself, “N-No! Mr. King, it’s not what you see—” "Yes, yes, I do understand it. There is no need to explain this kind of thing to me. We’re all adults here, after all. It’s normal. In fact, I am quite happy. Kye has been single and available for so many years and has always refused girls’ touch. Therefore, it's good news that he finally has a girl he is willing to allow her to touch him.” Declan snickered and added wittily, "Well, I’ll get out of here while both of you continue."

Chris fidgeted nervously in his seat, wondering what Ronald was thinking. Finally, Ronald looked up, his gaze piercing as he locked eyes with Chris. "So, Chris," he said, his voice low and even. "Tell me, do you have any...personal issues that might impact your work here?" Chris's heart skipped a beat as he hesitated, unsure of how to respond. He knew that Ronald was fishing for something, but he wasn't sure what. "I...I don't think so," Chris stammered, trying to sound confident. Ronald's eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying. "Be honest with me, Chris," he said. "Do you have any financial problems? Any debts that might be a distraction?"

Every single day. Which was why I had to find her. She wasn’t dead. I refused to believe that. She was alive. Somewhere. And it was only a matter of time before I brought her back. This time, I would do things right. This time, I would treat her the way she deserved. I just needed to find her. “You better pray,” Mr. Kingsley’s voice cut through my thoughts, shaking with rage. He pointed a finger at me, his entire body trembling. “Because I swear I will kill you.”