Your Office Obsession Novels & Stories

Chapter 37 Maximus' POV The office was quiet, save for the soft rustle of papers as I worked through another stack of tedious documents. The scent of aged leather and cedar lingered in the room, grounding me as the weight of responsibility pressed down on my shoulders. This rhythm had become my life—day in and day out, managing the endless intricacies of leading the pack. There was a time when I approached this work enthusiastically, each task a stepping stone to proving myself as Alpha. But nearly a century of leadership had eroded that initial spark, replacing it with the unrelenting grind of obligation. Now, it wasn't passion that kept me at this desk; it was duty, pure and simple.

His eyes roamed over every nook and cranny of my office, seemingly lingering on every one of the slightly unconventional things I kept. The thing was, I preferred my office this way. My stuff helped me concentrate. It was all special to me in one way or the other. Whether it was a gift from Annie or Denise, or something I’d found at a yard sale, it all inspired me. There was something about every single thing in my office that helped me. It was probably a weird concept to a neat freak like Layton who, if his office was anything to go by, was an absolute minimalist. His eyes strayed to the piles of paper on my visitor’s chairs, and all the loose sheets of paper littered around my desk. It was

Marcus’ POV The taxi drops me off at the front entrance of the office building. It’s a crisp but sunny autumn day, and the light is shining through the glass of the building. It’s one of the nicer skyscrapers in the city, and I’d never really taken much time to reflect on the beauty of this glass giant. I felt totally relaxed after my lunch with Lowri. Tony’d had to order a taxi for us as we’d gone through the bottle of red wine easily. I’m not surprised we’d gone through the bottle as it was 4 o’ clock! We’d been 3 hours at lunch! I’d cleared the afternoon of appointments in any event, but my plan was to get a few hours of paperwork done after meeting with Lowri. I have to admit to m

Cathy said. I nodded again. Wiped the tears from my face with the sleeves of my gown. After I reached the pack house Cathy and June started to explain to me everything. The omegas were living at the basement. And by basement, I am not talking about a regular one. It wasn't small at all.There were almost 10 to 20 rooms there. And a single room could hold 5 to 6 people. The younger ones who hadn't met their mates yet were living in those rooms. There were small ones as well for the families. I wouldn't say the environment was hygienic from any side. But this was how the omegas were getting treated. Like a slum.

“You’re so obsessed with work. You can’t even have fun once in your life.” “You’re enabling their behavior. I might have to put you on time out.” He rolled his eyes and walked back to lean on his table which was also covered in confetti. “Now that you’re here, there’s something I wanted to discuss with you.” I looked around the office again, seeing that the chairs and couches were also in confetti. I decided on standing. “Go ahead.” “We’ve talked about branching out a lot, right?” I nodded. “Well, I was thinking we could start with Los Angeles.”

That filling a space wasn't the same as belonging in it. I didn't let myself think about any of that. I was too busy being grateful for the pancakes. Work was the one place nothing had changed. Cole and Associates ran the way it always ran. Projects, deadlines, site visits. An architecture firm that had built its reputation on precision and delivery. I threw myself into the work rhythm, the way I always had when the rest of life got complicated . My assistant Marcus noticed before anyone else. "You good?" he asked one afternoon, dropping a file on my desk.

She looked out the window, her mind split between the mother waiting for her in a small apartment and the man standing alone in a glass tower. The following morning, Ava arrived at the office at 7:30 AM, her eyes slightly tired from a night spent toggling between checking her mother’s blood pressure and finalizing the indemnity bonds on her kitchen table. She expected the atmosphere to be frantic, a "war room" in full swing. Instead, the executive floor was eerily quiet. When she reached her desk, she found a small, sleek tablet sitting on her keyboard with a sticky note attached: Check the updated project registry. — M.

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 am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?