Touch Me Not Mr·kingsley Novels & Stories

“And… based on height, build, and timing… I believe it’s the same person who sent the bloody box to your hotel during your concert in Korea.” A slow, humorless smile curved Kingsley’s lips — a dangerous smile. “He thinks he knows me.” His voice was a low murmur. “Thinks he knows how to get under my skin.” He stood, walked to the drawer, and removed a cigarette pack. The silver lighter clicked open — flame, inhale, exhale — and smoke drifted through the air, soft and elegant, even as his tension spiked. “But he’s wasting his time,” Kingsley said, sitting again, crossing his ankles. “People like him only bark. They don’t bite.”

Pale-faced, Luther reached out a trembling hand toward me. "Could you… give me one more chance?" In my last life, I had given him chance after chance, and he had thrown them all away. This time, I wouldn't leave him even one. - True to his word, Sawyer conquered every pack within six months and became the Alpha King. At the grand gathering, a figure wrapped in bandages limped in, followed by a shewolf missing a leg. I recognized them as Luther and Elise, but I didn't feel a thing.

He said. I chuckled quietly. “Let’s just try it out at least once,” I said before my smile faded as I cleared my throat. “Just don’t touch me when I say not to… I don’t like that.” “I know. I’m sorry.” He replied as we both remembered the event from yesterday. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you see a therapist?”

“From what I saw, their relationship is still very much intact. I told him all I went there to tell him, that’s all that matters to me.” Denise shrugged. “Doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the drama. By the way, who is the handsome guy who came to drop you off? And don’t tell me it’s nobody. I feel like I’ve seen him before, I just can’t remember. Is he part of the elite society?” I nodded grimly. “That was King, CEO of Kings Empire.” Denise's eyes widened so much I was afraid they’d fall off their sockets. “Kingsley? As in Kingsley Wrights? When did he get back in town? And why is he giving you rides? I didn’t realize you two were that close.”

A knock sounded on the door. “Are you awake,Mrs King?” It was Chad. “Yes.”I croaked out. “Mr King wants to see you.” Oh God. What now?

Mole under her right eye. Her smile could disarm kings. “What’s your name?” he asked, playing dumb. “And what business do you have with Mr. Farwell?” “I’m Fallon Kingsley. Madam Farwell sent me to deliver this.” She held out the small black box. Noel’s eyes flicked to it. He took the box with caution, fingers brushing hers. “Mrs. Kingsley?” he repeated. She grinned. “You can call me Fallon. ‘Mrs. Kingsley makes me sound… old.”

Thankfully, his mother came to his aid. "Mr. Wright!" Tonet called, rushing towards Kyle. She said, "Mr. Wright, My name is Tonet King, and this is my son, Fredrick King, the CEO of the King's Enterprises. Welcome to our anniversary party! Let me call the cloakroom attendant, a food attendant, and a cleaner for you -" "What?" Kyle responded with visible shock. Fredrick expected an apology, but instead, Kyle scanned him from head to toe. Leaning towards his wife, he noted, "His clothes are luxurious, right, Beautiful?"

I don't want to hear more of his flirting. I called Mr. Kingsley on the intercom. " Yes. " He answered. " Sir, Mr. Ryan Glen called and asked to meet you and he also asks me to told to accept his calls." " That mutt..." I heard him say before he cut the call. I shrug my shoulder. A few minutes later Mr. Kingsley called me and asked to book a table... No to book the whole restaurant for him and Mr. Glen. Who is he? Ryan Glen? For whom he wants to meet in private. Is he gay? Nahhh..

Just as the waiter was about to deliver their orders, Kingsley grabbed his arm. "You look a little... familiar." He lowered his head to have a clearer view of the face hidden under the black cap. Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock. "P-Peter? You're working here? I thought you hated jobs like this, man!" he teased, a playful grin spreading across his face. Glancing around to make sure there weren't any supervisions on him, Peter Mason forcefully pulled back his hand. "Shut up, Kings. Don't you dare talk about this in school!"