오피스로맨스 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I look at Luigi moving around his office with one hand holding a glass of whiskey in it, whiles in a while twirling its content before bringing it up to his lips. His shoe tapping against the recently polished tiles floor annoyed me to no end but I keep silent and watched him carefully from where I was seated.

I noticed that Kingston was not beside me. "I stood up and went to the washroom.I collected my toothbrush and brushed my teeth when I was done .I had a quick bath .I guess Kingston already went to work. I came out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around my body and bumped into Kingston who held me preventing me from falling.He was dressed for work.He looked like those sexy CEO in romance novels.He looked really great in his suit.Well Kingston is so handsome and is good at manipulating people like he did to me.

Omolaso was gazing around the house, the room, peeping at the window, touching every single decoration, she sat on the kingsize bed that was in the room, the executive sofas, and the mini dining in her room, and she opened her walk-in closet, she saw all the clothes and the shoes her grandparents bought for her in the morning inside, she checked her toilets and she finally opened the door of her office and saw the big office well arranged with modern office equipment, she entered and asked, “Is this office belong to grandpa?“ Omolaso asked, “No, It is your home office” Yemi retorted, “My office,” Omolaso says, and she came out of the office and entered her room, and she sat on the couch, and

__________________________________________ MEANWHILE IN OMAR'S OFFICE. Grace went to the address which Omar gave to her the other night. She was amazed by the huge building and went inside to give him the jacket. She was even more surprised by seeing the interior of that building. Everything is so perfect for her eyes. Her dream was to work in an office like this. "Hi, Good morning. How can I help you?" the receptionist asked Grace when she approached. "Good morning, I came here to return something to Omar." Grace smiled and said to the receptionist.

Mahina muna ‘kong nagpasalamat sa kanya bago nangingingig ang mga tuhod na humakbang. I took in the lavish office that looked like Axel Vervoordt take his precious time designing every nook and cranny. Minimalism married the modern in such a way that it’s proportioned my eyes want to cry in admiration. I’m wondering what’s his private office looks like? "Miss Rodriguez, have a seat," buong-buong boses ni Jaques ang pumukaw sa pagkatulala ko sa opisina ni Prince Liam. Nakatayo ito malapit sa isang malaking office table habang sa kamay ay may tangan na iPad.

Giving me one more kiss, he let me go, bending down to grab my dress and help slip it back over my head. “Doesn’t mean you have to wear the bra, though,” he winked. I like seeing your nipples when you walk into my office. I laughed, hopping from the table and adjusting my panties and dress. “That’s because your office is an icebox.” He began rolling off the condom and tying it. “Maybe I keep it that way on purpose.” I rolled my eyes, running my hands through my hair. “Yeah, you would like to make all those intern’s nipples hard.”

she said sweetly, like honey dripping over venom. Roman’s grip on her tightened again. “Stop toying with my people,” he muttered under his breath. “But they love me,” she countered with a wicked grin. “Can’t you hear their hearts breaking?” He didn’t answer, but the flare in his eyes was answer enough. Finally, they reached the massive double doors at the end of the hall. Roman pushed them open, revealing his office, an empire in itself. Floor to ceiling windows framed the skyline, a mahogany desk sprawled with contracts, and a power so thick in the air it was suffocating.

*** I devised a perfect plan with my best friend Amir to get Jonathan to talk to me for once, but I had no idea that my plan was going to backfire on me. He was driving me insane, and I'd never felt anything like this before; it wasn't love, it was some kind of obsession. I wanted to flee from him, but something was holding me back. Amir bribed a college peon and asked him to tell Jonathan that Principal Sir was calling. My work was to drag him into the empty room and keep him there until he spoke to me. I was such a moron that I had devised this plan. The plan was perfect in my opinion, but it wasn't. I was going to be sorely disappointed.

His hand found my cheek, holding me there for a breath longer than necessary. Then he smiled, eyes shining. “I still can’t believe it.” “Me neither,” I said softly, resting a hand over my stomach again. “Three weeks already.” “Three weeks of you being even more perfect,” he murmured, and for once, I didn’t roll my eyes at his smoothness. ~~~~~ Roman’s office always looked like it belonged in a luxury magazine—all dark walnut and sleek glass. His assistant nearly tripped over herself fetching me a blanket after Roman gave her what could only be described as a death glare.

I hadn't just prepared my offer, I prepared my heart as well, by raising the walls around them higher. I reached for his office door and took in a deep breath to steady the rest of my nerves. It was time. I placed two knocks on the door. “Come in.” I stepped inside. My eyes wandered through the room Roman spent most of his day in. It was both an office and a study, spacious, airy, and with tall windows that gave a calming view of the backyard. Roman’s office was quiet. The polished floor partly covered by a rich Italian rug of deep red and black tones. His desk a massive furniture of dark wood. On top, there was a leather pad, a globe of the earth, a sleek fountain pen and some books.