Touch Me Not Mr·kingsley Novels & Stories

Everything gleamed; glass, gold, people. Adrian’s hand rested lightly at my back as we stepped inside. It should’ve been reassuring. It only made my heartbeat louder. “Mr. Kingsley! Mrs. Kingsley!” someone called, and I blinked. Mrs. Kingsley. Hearing it out loud still felt like slipping into someone else’s skin. Adrian inclined his head politely, leading me toward a small group near the bar. Among them stood Marcus Langford, Adrian’s business associate, with his perfectly groomed smirk and a woman clinging to his arm.

Maybe it was because I thought of the woman I was in my past life, the one who blindly threw herself into love. Blind love made women foolish and insecure. By the time I finished breakfast and returned to my room, I noticed I had over a dozen missed calls, most of them from Chris. I didn't bother to call back, deliberately ignoring them. Just as I was about to put my phone down and head to the library, I received an Instagram follow request. "Hi, gorgeous. Do you remember me? I'm Drake, the one who danced with you." I opened the message and saw his profile picture. He had brown curly hair and bright green eyes. He looked youthful and energetic, more like a sports star than a serious Alpha. I

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."

she said. The man showed a disappointed expression, then took out a business card and handed it to Maia. "Maybe I kept a too low profile. Let's get to know each other. Hello, my name is Richard Kingsley. We both used to be from the same high school, and we were classmates as well. And… I also used to have a crush on you," he said. When Maia heard the man's name, she lowered her eyes and scanned the business card. Richard Kingsley, Marketing Director of Kingsley Group.

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."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Because I knew when I walked down that aisle, I wouldn't be looking at Carter. I'd be looking for Dean. Hoping he'd look at me the way I'd always wanted him to look at me. Even though I knew he wouldn't. There was a knock on the door. "Come in," Maya called out. Mr. Mars stepped inside, looking uncomfortable in his formal suit. “You're here early,” I said. "Miss Alex," he greeted, his eyes widening slightly when he saw me. "You look lovely."