Touch Me Not Mr·kingsley Novels & Stories

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.”

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!"

He closed his eyes, lifted his hip, settled comfortably, and then dropped his clasped hands on his stomach. “I am Kingsley,” he said, not sparing her a glance or looking at her. “My real name is Kingsley Thorn. But, I chose to go with King… just like the fuck I am” He drawled with a smirk and fell into silence. Payton stared at the man who was the perfect definition of clean, and handsome. Maybe if there was a picture that describes perfect, King would be the one in that picture. Not only was he so tall and muscular, he was handsome too and she hated that she could not help but agree to that fact.

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King blinked, with a scrutinizing look. An Taotao's back was stiff and cold sweat was dripping. "I was afraid of disturbing Mr.King's work, so I didn't dare to text. In fact, I miss Mr.King a lot, really..." Mr.King grinned and laughed darkly, but he didn't speak, instead closing his eyes slightly. Finally, a steady breathing sound could be heard. Is he asleep? Mr.King is sleeping? Antaotao swallowed saliva and didn't dare to move.

Aron reached out to wipe her tears, but she flinched and pulled away—reminding him of her rule: never touch her without permission. Art knelt, gently lifted her in his arms. Aron’s face darkened. “How come you can touch her and I can’t?” he asked. “Because I found her first,” Art replied without missing a beat. Then he added, “She’s my sister. She trusts me.” He carried her into the room he had cleaned earlier. Aron stared after them, fury boiling inside. If you disappear, I’ll be the only one she’ll look for, he thought grimly, feeling the presence of someone outside.

Kingsley had amber eyes just like Queen Elizabeth, and with that flaw covered with a contact, you might mistake one for the other. "Your name is Kelly Pitt," Kingsley asked her. She nodded with a shy smile. Kelly, shy? Wow. "Why does it not suit me?" He pulled some of her hair back and then looked straight into her eyes. "It is a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. My name is Kingsley Maynard. I am not adopted if you are wondering that because of our different behavior, that asshole has always been like that since he was born."

"Or have you mistaken me for Paige?" He chuckled slightly and gulped down the lump in his throat. "Waiter!" He yelled, and a waitress rushed in immediately. "Yes, sir. You called." "Tell Luke I called him, please," he said, and my brows raised in shock. Mr. Luke was the owner of this place at the time I was working here, but look how commanding Zayn is requesting for his presence. Of course, I saw him just before we entered here. I hope it's not what I'm thinking.