Your Office Obsession Novels & Stories

Damian’s POV The click of my pen echoed in the quiet, sterile air of my office, a steady rhythm to match the chaos thrumming in my brain. My office looked like it belonged to a man in control—sleek lines, polished surfaces, and floor-to-ceiling windows with a skyline view that boasted dominance. But inside me, there was tension—raw and knotted. Today’s board meeting loomed like a storm cloud. Reports, projections, potential leaks—it all felt combustible.

Ethan's Pov : The office had never felt so suffocating. The pristine walls, the perfectly arranged furniture, even the quiet hum of the air conditioner grated on my nerves. I stared at my laptop screen, the numbers from the quarterly report blurring into a meaningless mess. Work was supposed to be my refuge, the one place where I could lose myself and forget about the disaster my personal life had become. But today, even that wasn’t working.

** Spencer ** I relax inside the walls of the magnificent office, which is decorated to my taste. There is a glass demarcation with the other small space being carved out as my personal assistant’s office. Even with the sharing of space, I am satisfied with the size of my own office. This proves how much progressive my company has made over the years of my absence. I sighed in relief that things were turning out well for me in the business industry, but the untold shadows of my past were lurking around my mind. I can feel it.

There are sheets and post-it of heaps of things I need to do that in the end, I never do, but they reassure me. This office is my cocoon. Recently, I added a red sign: "DO NOT DISTURB." Paul respects my space. He must sincerely believe that I am working, judging by the multitude of colorful pens that sit in front of my computer. My pens seem to be looking at me. An idea reaches my mind. A straightforward one, no doubt stupid, but still, it is an idea. If I wrote this letter with a light blue pen, wouldn't that make the message sweeter? I admit that could mislead him. He loves the color and would be able to feel happy and be all nice to me at the mere sight of a letter written in that color.

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.

He never misses Any opportunity and never forgets to appreciate me on my work. He still is very romantic and lets me enjoy my time in the office. We are also thinking of planning a baby after two years. Mom is also better now and the family is getting closer day by day. Uncle Roy can join the office again and I like that Harsh and Shruti are helping him too. I am enjoying my time at the office. Abhin ever avoids any situation to suck my pussy anytime. He just seduces me whenever I get time to sit with him. I gave him Blow jobs so many times but his skills were beyond my imagination.

The door opens silently beneath my hand, and I step inside the office without announcing myself. The space smells like him, it speaks of sleepless nights and obsession. Papers are scattered across every surface, maps marked with red circles and lines connecting dots I can't begin to understand. Screens glow with what looks like surveillance footage, grainy images of faces I don't recognize. This isn't just work. It’s consuming him from the inside out, has been eating away at him while I've been gone.

Normally, I wouldn’t be so acquiescent to her telling me what to do, but she’s taller than me, and I use her as a shield, hunkering down next to her as we walk. She stops at a big table right out in the open with a clear view of the arcade, pool tables, and bar. Great, just great—right in the middle for everyone to see. I sigh. “What time did you arrive to score a front-row seat?” “Chi-Os get the best. I aim to please.” Jess is a Type A tornado on her way to Yale to get her doctorate in medicene. We’re nothing alike, but we manage. She thinks I’m a little wild, and I think she has a stick up her ass. She's still my bestfriend anyways.