Your Office Obsession Novels & Stories

The sound of ringing phones, discussions in meeting rooms, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air, creating an ambiance of productivity and collaboration. Amanda's office was a testament to her success and affluence, reflecting the opulence befitting a billion-dollar company. The spacious room exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, adorned with tasteful artwork, plush furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered panoramic views of the city skyline.

his deep voice seems demanding yet overpowering. I open the door and step inside, walking towards his desk slowly as I look around. The office has stayed the same; everything is in place and clean through and through. Odin's office space is more extensive than most because he's the boss. It's a vast space with window walls that curve where you can see most of Los Angeles. On the walls are paintings he had purchased or were gifted to him from friends, but now they are taken down and replaced with pictures of his family, smiling and happy. This office no longer intimidates them whenever they enter. Now it's lively. His office back in London is different from this. His office is a mess in Londo

Mr Michael has a visitor and he is currently busy" The secretary said slowly with discomfort laced with nervousness. "If he is in a meeting, that is fine. I just want to pick a document and leave and this isn't the first time I'm interrupting his meeting and you know that". Diane said in a careful but strong voice as a realization was starting to hit her. " Did he ask you to stop me from coming inside? Diane asked, her voice shaking slightly, the other woman dropped her head in affirmation to the question. She also knew it would be difficult stopping Miss Diane from entering the Ceo's office but she doesn't want to lose her job.

"Why do you want to see my grandma?" "It's just a simple visit," Zachary answered plainly. Joey pursed her lips. She was getting impatient. "I already told you her business was none of your concern." "And that's your opinion." Zachary then walked past Joey. He was tyrannical, as usual. Joey could only follow behind him angrily. As they boarded the elevator inside the office building, Zachary asked out of the blue, "Monica lives with you at the office?" "She works as a chef here. Selena thinks it's more convenient if she lives in the office too," Joey said matter-of-factly.

I cried out as he resumed his movements, rougher this time—but oh, so satisfying. Yohan's movements against my back became faster and more intense, and my moans grew louder. I didn't care if anyone heard us now; all I could think about was how much I enjoyed what my husband and I were doing in my office. Damn! We were having sex in my goddamn office—during working hours! While the employees of this company were busy with their tasks, the CEO and the COO were engaged in a very different kind of work—one that was far more exhilarating.

They continues teasing me about how we are definitely gonna have sex over and over again in the office. Well no one is gonna use anything against me and I don't care if it gets to the ears of other people in the office. Afterall, we are still their boss and speaking of being a boss; I don't wanna work in the office as an ordinary secretary anymore but the CEO's wife. * * ****

Work won't abandon me or hurt me or make me feel things I don't want to feel. Unlike Isabel Queens, who's managed to disrupt everything without even trying. Who's made me want things I swore I'd never want again. Who's turned my carefully controlled world upside down just by existing. I should hate her for it but instead, I'm obsessed with her and I have no idea what to do about it. The office is quiet now. Ares and Marco must have left. Everyone else went home hours ago. It's just me, alone in my office, staring at spreadsheets and pretending my life isn't falling apart.

So furious that all I could think about was pulling her closer—again and again—until the voice of reason in my head completely disappeared. I never do this. Not in the office. Not in a place where everything is supposed to be under my control. My office is a symbol of discipline—business, contracts, meetings. A space for people who help grow my company. No emotions. No weakness. I never wanted to taint this place with anything carnal. This is where professionalism reigns—nothing else. But Alice… This woman, whom I foolishly started to crave, makes me forget every rule I ever set.

It made her wonder if it was time to destroy the peace she’d gained over the weekend by looking at Andrew’s posts in case there was something she had to protect herself from. When she walked into the office, everyone stopped. Everyone. Elizabeth was the only one to greet her, and that in itself was odd, but the receptionist also offered to bring her a cup of coffee. Like she was sucking up. What on earth was happening here? She quickly walked down to her office, ignoring everyone along the way. Some people had looks of disgust on their faces. Others had envy. By the time she closed her office door, she had already decided to find out what that vile ex-husband of hers had done.

he says. His office is exactly what it should be. A single desk in the middle of the room and two chairs facing opposite each other on either side of the mahogany. There are no personal photos like old men with families, and no clutter on his desk either. Very organized and neat, to the point of looking like a place where a person with OCD occupies. He sits and gestures for me to sit as well, which I do. He opens an empty folder. “So,” he says mildly, “you were referred.”