Wanting Mr Cane Novels & Stories

“I run a business, not a charity. I don’t get my money, you don’t get a place to live. Simple as that.” Desperation clawed at my throat. “I’ll get the money, I promise. Just give me until the end of the week…” He shook his head. “I need that payment by tomorrow, or I’m changing the locks. And if I have to throw your things out myself, I won’t hesitate.” Tears burned my eyes, but I blinked them back, forcing myself to nod. Mr. Harris studied me for a moment, then let out a frustrated sigh. “Tomorrow,” he repeated firmly. Then he turned and walked down the hall, his heavy footsteps fading into the distance.

Dad said. Andrea asks Wilson to bring her down. She runs towards her nanny and they decided to watch television, her nanny knows that Andrea can’t watch the news right now. “So, what are your plans?” Dad asks. “We will catch the couples right away. I know they are the one who is helping Sebastain. We are also looking at Anna. She may have lend a hand at Sebastian.” Wilson said in low voice. “How about Sebastian himself? If he got caught are ready to show the evidences you got?”

I said. *** I walked out of the hospital I thought I was gonna find a perfect person who had the traits I want It was just fruitless none of them matched what I want I twist my face as I remembered what Dr Cathie said "You have taste, I bet your man is gonna be soooo cutteee" My man? Who's gonna get married? I sighed as I sat on one of the chairs in the park I went to a park to cool my head What am I going to do now?

Marcus A gentle knock jolts me back from my wondering mind. Cindy pops in with a cup of coffee. “Are you ok Boss?” She asks concern written all over her face. “Yes I am fine, I just got an unexpected visitors is all. Please cancel anything that you can today I will finish up with the Mueller account and zoom call with the Santiago Group”

I left my room to get water to drink when I felt someone’s presence behind me… I don’t need to look at the person to know who it is because I already picked his scent, it’s Cane. “Look who we have here” My mate Cane said coming too close to me. I turn around to leave but I was trapped between him and the fridge, I made a big mistake by looking at him because those brown eyes are so captivating I can stare at his eyes all day. “You like what you see? Guess what i can never be yours” those words pierce through my heart I really felt the pain. “Please just let me go, I want to go to my room”

"What do you suggest, Mr. Anderson? I'm not following your twisted logic here." A smirk played on Killian's lips, as if he had just unveiled a grand revelation. "Marry me, Mellisa Lane." My right hand. His left cheek. The room was charged with tension as I stood there, hand still suspended mid-air, my palm tingling from the reverberations of the resounding slap. Killian Anderson, Hollywood's entitled heir, looked back at me with a mix of surprise and, dare I say, a touch of admiration. His cheek, now sporting a vibrant shade of red, seemed to radiate the impact of my not-so-gentle reminder that I wasn't one to be trifled with.

Meanwhile, Camille turned to me, with furrowed brows. I sighed but nodded at her, stepping back to lean against the wooden post by the bench. The old woman, sensing the tension, chuckled softly. “You remind me of my late husband. Always so stubborn and unwilling to sit still. But sometimes, young man, waiting is the only thing you can do.” Kane shot her a sharp look but didn’t respond. Instead, he resumed pacing. I could feel the frustration radiating off him, but I understood. Every moment we waited felt like a gamble with the children’s lives.

I was a married man, and here I was, lusting after my assistant. Fuck!.

I heard the nurse say, I wasn't in the mood to waste my breath on her, like hell, am supposed to take permission from her before visiting my own friend, choosing to ignore her, I rather asked, "Is there any improvement?" "Am sorry sir there hasn't been much improvement, but he's still breathing, that's what we are holding on to," she said as she turned to look at Marcus in pity, who does she thinks she is, if Marcus was awake to see that look of pity she had on her face, he would definitely wipe it off because he wouldn't be pleased, he hates when someone looks at him with pity, I don't even remember him having any reason for someone to look at him in pity until this.

I adviced her, advice. Zenith coming to sit in my lap brought the atmosphere of the room lighter, but I could still feel the lingering air of tension we just had, but I was serious I do wish Raymond to be happy and if he will be happy with Beverly then they should both get together and I would wish them the best there is, I have my own happiness to chase after and so should they too. "Oh I almost forgot I inivited Grayson over tomorrow, I want to thank him for what he did