Your Office Obsession Name Novels & Stories

"Get used to it. And I forgot to ask. Now that Kartik is gone. Are you gonna join my office or not???" "Well, I would think about it. But why would I join yours??? I don't have any experience working there." "Oh come on. I am not asking you to join to work." "Oh, that's interesting. Why do you need me then???" "Just to stay with me in the office. I will be entertaining you and you would be..." He got closer to me "I would be??? What???" "My entrainment baby." I smiled at his naughty thoughts. "Don't be so optimistic. I am gonna take a break from work. At least I should be enjoying my billionaire husband's wealth???"

“Okay let me get this straight, you mean you can’t…” “What’s your name please” Heather interrupted the lady. “It’s Sophia” she said and smiled weirdly. “Sophia I know how this sounds but trust me, I am not interested in any co-company stuff” “I have my own company in Russia and I can’t abandon it or my sweats in it in order to become part of yours or your brother’s” Heather said to her and the driver stared at her through the rear mirror.

“No one else has visited me before, so who am I to say ‘no,’ Mr. Moore?” CEO Moore chuckled and looked around. The office reeked of male aesthetics as if a man owned the place instead. The scent of the non-floral yet expensive perfume also threw CEO Moore off. “…Delta, your office doesn’t seem to be of your taste…” Delta turned around and smiled. “What do you mean, Mr. Moore? This faction is still under Wolfram’s name. Of course, the office will reflect a man’s presence.”

And I was like a silly cockroach accepting orders from everyone who passed me through the corridors. With a moan of frustration, I noticed that only an hour had passed, and the agitation throughout the office became even more remarkable. Everyone wanted to leave their desk very clean, and without any trace of mess in their sectors, because they really thought that the boss's son would be passing through each floor to ascertain the efficiency of their employees.

I stepped in. The office was spacious, with a monochrome of white and grey. A glass floor-to-ceiling wall overlooking the courtyard. There was even a plant near the window, minimalistic and elegant, just how I liked it. My nameplate was already fixed on the door. Jeffrey C. Co-Manager I turned slowly, soaking it all in. My own office. My own secretary. My damn name on a door. This felt real. I guess the contract between both families is starting to take effect.

Damian’s POV The sterile hum of the air conditioning in my office, usually a soothing backdrop to my focused work, felt like a buzzing insect trapped inside my skull. I should have been working. My meticulously planned schedule for the day was a stark reminder of my current, utterly unprofessional state. I had three board meetings lined up, each requiring my undivided strategic thought. An urgent acquisition proposal, worth billions, lay open on my tablet, waiting for my incisive review. And three emails from the European branch, demanding immediate decisions, sat unread in my inbox.

He probably figured I’d always be there to bail him out, so things started getting weird six months later. It started with him using overtime as an excuse to keep me in the office until late at night. He’d bring me coffee, but it was always sickly sweet, exactly the way I hate it. Eventually, he announced my promotion to the role of executive assistant at a weekly briefing. The role was his way of keeping me by his side constantly.

He couldn’t do anything worse than he had already done Lilian was done being nice and helpful. She was going to put herself first from now on starting with opening her bakery. She didn’t care the impression it would give. She would already imagine the news headlines “ Wife of Billionaire Xavier Knight now Bakery owner “ They wouldn’t really care to include her name only his and she honestly didn’t care . She was going to make the best out this horrible situation . She had lost all appetite to eat and left the food on the table and retired to her room. The stress , worries and events of the day put her straight to sleep.

we were a dangerous team. And the sex was amazing! I held up my end of the bargain, every f*cking day. I would suck him off when he was under pressure. I would be there for him when the stress was getting too much to bear, bending over his desk and letting him take out his stress on my hot body. And when I was in need, I would stroll right in there, get on his desk, spread my legs, and beckon him forward. I would interrupt his important phone calls to make him eat me out, showing him where his true priorities lied. I would get on my knees, point my butt at him, and pull apart the cheeks, making his mouth water as he stared at my tasty a**hole, waiting for him to act. I would sit on his lap,

|Ever| For the umpteenth time, I cast a disgusted look around my office, then back to my desk. Oh! Things I ache to do to that bastard, Thomas! A devious smile curls on my lips I try not to glance at the dusty towering cabinets of years-old files and cobwebs around me, but they aren't hard to miss. Sighing, I slide the stack of files to one side, open my laptop, and type hurriedly until a list of DIY videos about office decor pops up.