Touch Me Not Mr·kingsley Novels & Stories

I whispered. Before I could back out, the glass door slid open. A tall, powerfully built man stepped out, completely naked, water streaming down his sculpted chest and abs. Silver streaks ran through his dark hair. He was easily in his late thirties, with an intense, commanding presence that made the air feel heavier. Our eyes met. I froze, mop still in my hand. “I…..I am so sorry! The sign was not there and I knocked twice and….”

Bradford calls him again. Me- Stacey, can you talk to Bruce? Stacey- Yeah! Of course. Me- Good, remind him we are in the presence of a human, and he needs to back off. Stacey- He wants us to know they won’t reject us. Me- Tell him we won’t reject him either. But I need to meet my mate. Mr. Kingston is finally back in control. “Adam Kingston,” he takes my hand. Tingles! Sparks! “Good to meet you, Mr. Kingston,” I smile.

Kingsley permits a faint, grudging smile to appear. His mind is still racing with doubt, but the tension in the room briefly subsides. The moment is cut short before Hardy can continue with the report he brought to Kingsley's notice. Kingsley's phone chimes on the desk. He frowns at the screen as he lifts it up. A text from a private number appears on the caller ID. “Meritless investment for a saggy body with a child and a fictitious career? Headlines loading! Your downfall is near. Nothing awaits!”

"Congratulations, Harry. Looks like you'll be the Webb family's heir." "Remember, you must protect Victoria well. Don't betray Mr. Webb's trust." At their words, Dad gave me a knowing glance and smiled faintly without correcting them. The silence alone led everyone to assume that Harry was the one I had chosen. That night, Harry barged into my room. His face was dark with rage as he yanked me from the bed and dragged me to the floor. His hand clamped around my throat, squeezing tighter with every word. "Victoria, why won't you stop clinging to me?"

And it pissed her off that she was the only one feeling this way, that he seemed completely unaffected while she was coming apart at the seams just sitting next to him. "Everything looks amazing, Mr. Rich," Kate said, already loading her plate. "Way better than Mom's stir-fry. Don't tell her I said that." "Your secret's safe with me," he replied, a smile playing at his lips. Carol needed to touch him. Just a bit. Just enough to know if he'd react, if there was any possibility that this wasn't entirely one-sided. She shifted in her chair, letting her leg brush against his under the table. Just a gentle pressure, could be accidental, could be nothing.

Inside was a cramped office, overflowing with industrial cleaning equipment and the sharp scent of bleach. Moturanyo stepped in tentatively, her eyes darting around. "Wait... how do you have a key to this place? You aren't staff here." Kingsley turned to face her, his silhouette framed by the harsh fluorescent light. "Moturanyo, you act as if you have a shred of sense. You act like you know me, but you don’t even know my full name." He stepped closer, his presence suddenly suffocating. "My name is Anderson Kingsley. Does that mean anything to you?"

"Did you recently move to town? Or you're just passing by?" "Well actually, I moved in late last night. Fairly new. You know Elm Street?" he asked, tilting his head to the side and squinting his eyes at Kya who stripped her apron off in one smooth move, revealing her tits which were visible through the slit on her shirt. Mr. Hampton's eyes lingers there a little too long. The sinking feeling in my chest intensifies. "Elm Street?" I said, breaking the intense eye-fuckery they had going on. "I stay there."

Keisha confessed earnestly, knowing very well that Grace would not be able to figure out her worries if she tried. "Why would you say that? Did something happen?" Grace's concern was clear on her round face. Keisha smiled and shrugged. "What's happening? Mr King is having dinner out here. That's rather unusual of him, don't you think," she fished, sounding as nonchalant as she could manage.

Just home, takeout, and mindless reality TV in his boxers. He hit his seventh episode when his phone buzzed. He stretched an arm for it but missed. Heart heavy with laziness, he ignored it. Whoever called could wait. He dozed off right there on the couch, waking three hours later. He rubbed his eyes, sat up, and grabbed his phone to check alerts. Kingsley nearly fumbled the phone in shock at a missed call from his ex, Cole, plus a voicemail. Kingsley hadn’t talked to Cole in years. Cole wanted friendship post-breakup, but Kingsley hurt too much, too stubborn for that. He loved Cole fully, even at the end, so friends never worked.

* Louis Knight phone rings* ( Servent picks up the phone) " yes how may help you?" ( Kingsley) is Louis there? ( Servent) yes, he is. ( Kingsley) please give the phone to him. ( servent) young master your friend Kingsley wish to speak to you. ( Louis) thank you ....you take your leave now. The servent left his master's room. ( Louis) King what can I help you with? ( Kingsley) can you meet me at our usual hangout place?