Your Office Obsession Novels & Stories

I thought God promised to lead me not into temptation, why the hell did he send temptation in an attractive and endowed lady right into the space where I practically live for. I'm a workaholic, I am always in the office, most times during the weekend. How would I manage in the future if I keep having these feelings towards my secretary? How would I survive without doing some crazy things that are already registered in my mind. Now she’s twenty feet from me sending polite emails, and pretending we don’t have history in the kissing business, I desire to eat those lips of hers again. I desire to bend her over my office table and make love to her.

I chipped before running to the bathroom, not wanting to reply to whatever insinuation he had about me, after all our relationship in the office is an employer to an employee, nothing more, nothing less. “Who told you your relationship in the office would always be boring, when you can always fuck in the office, girl, have you forgotten what happened in fifty shades of Grey??” My harlot mind suggested, making my face heat the more while I imagined not wearing pants to and fro to his office, I can’t do it.

“No need to explain.” For the first time since I entered, he lifted his head and looked at me. The brief glance made my stomach tighten. A second later, his attention returned to the screen. The office went quiet again. I tried to distract myself by scrolling through my phone, replying to Lyra’s messages, and pretending I wasn’t hyperaware of the man sitting across from me. The longer the quiet stretched, the heavier it became, until it felt like the walls were closing in around me. Before I could stop myself, the question slipped out.

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.

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.

They'd all had one idea or the other about how they wanted the company to operate going forward, and even though I disagreed with all their opinions and felt like they were being shallow minded, I still had to indulge them and try to make them understand my reasoning. Finally the meeting concluded with the disagreement still between me and the shareholders and I felt frustrated as I organised the mountain of files on my desk, wondering when I was finally going to go through them like I'd promised Maya. And when I looked at the open drawers and the crumpled pieces of paper all centimetres away from the trash can, I realised that my office was a mess. It was so unusual for it to be that way, a

After that day, the office had become my hide out. Work had always been a means of escape from reality for me, but recently, it had transformed into an obsession. Since the incident with Thiago and Cynthia, I had buried myself under piles of reports and endless meetings. I always find myself staying late hours in the office.