Touch Me Not Mr·kingsley Novels & Stories

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."

ELAINE “Excuse me?” I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper. Surely, I’d heard him wrong. Kingsley leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms, completely unfazed. His green eyes locked onto mine, filled with amusement. “You heard me.” His tone was so casual it made my head spin, like he wasn’t propositioning me with something utterly insane. “You. Me. No strings. Whenever, wherever I want you, you’re mine.”

Mason Now, I've had enough. I moved to stand but stopped when Marcus, the jerk, cleared his throat. “Kingsley,” He called in a deep voice, exuding royalty. Kingsley must have been startled because he dropped her hand, and his face turned bright red. Marcus raised their entwined hands for him to see, and he took the clue. “You must be her date.” His tone grew bashful, and he hurried around back to his seat when Marcus, the jerk, didn't reply but kept staring at him with a murderous gaze.

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"

The toilet water will make you come back to your senses. But I wasn't a useless werewolf who would just put up with such treatment. I immediately reported Cora to the teacher, only to be led to the principal's office. Mr. Knightley shot me a disdainful look. "Ms. Thorne, are you saying my dear daughter is bullying you? That's impossible. She's always been sensible. "I heard your father's a criminal, and your mother's a prostitute. Being able to study here is no easy feat for you, right?

I thought they probably paid their influencers well. "You know Kim. She likes nice things. Her investment banker won't buy the cow either. Not when he can get milk from other cows in town that are younger." I looked up and rolled my eyes. "Please tell me she hasn't told Samantha that this jerk will be her stepfather. Lyndon turned the monitor again, and I saw a picture of Kim, Samantha, and a cool-looking guy in a Saville Row suit walking out of a restaurant. He looked young, cool, and full of himself. I immediately disliked him.

A name my mother never spoke. A name that feels like a door cracking open. Kingsley.

A W******p notification. Devon Kingsley picked up the phone, grateful for the distraction. They have been in contact since the retreat ended—a small but steady tether to the calm they’d both found at the wellness camp. Devon: Hey man, what’s up? I thought you were getting back to Katherine. What’s happening? Kingsley stared at the message for a moment before replying. Kingsley: Nothing happened yet. Still got plans, though. Just taking things slow. Devon’s reply came fast.

The kiss was slow, warm, and intimate, lasting several long seconds right in front of Tom and Emily. When Kingsley finally pulled back, he didn’t even glance at Tom or Emily. He looked only at Sara, his deep, husky voice cutting through the silence like smooth velvet. “Here’s your coffee, baby,” he said calmly, handing her one of the cups. “Shall we go home?” The rich, masculine timbre of his voice sent a visible shiver through Emily, who stared at Kingsley with wide, hungry eyes. Even Tom looked momentarily unsettled by Kingsley’s height, confidence, and complete indifference toward him.