All Chapters of Mr President's Wild Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

She was blacked with fury. All she wanted to do was stomp out of the office without looking back. Yet, she didn't want to leave with a bad reputation. She ambled to the door and locked it. "Good," he purred. "So?" She was eager to leave the shit of a man's office. Mr Hayes has always given her a scare from day one but she has successfully avoided him by leaving no loopholes in her line of work. Yet it seemed that no matter how much one tried to avoid trouble, it always came knocking on her door. Interestingly, it wasn't the first time she was faced with such shameless he-goats. "Don't be in a rush. Aren't you a lady?" He tried to pull her close but she was faster and swerved at him. Her best friend Griffin had done a good job in teaching her how to develop thorns. Like he always said, 'beautiful girls must develop thorns to scare predators away. If roses didn't have thorns, they would be wasted by undeserving people.' Mr Hayes was disp

Griffin was uncomfortable. He couldn't watch Mercedes fall into this trap. His protective gears towards her kicked in as he stood from his chair and strode to stop her but he was held back by Penelope. "If you stop her, then it's over between us," she seethed. It was high time she set things straight. Griffin was dumbfounded. Mercedes was his best friend and they always stood up for each other but Penelope was his girlfriend and he loved her so much. How could he lose her? Besides, it was going to be just a kiss right? Seeing that he had calmed himself and sat back in the chair, Penelope was ecstatic.  She palmed his face and kissed him deeply, tracing her hands over his shirt and into his pants. She knew how to take his mind off Mercedes. Her seductive touch was enough to silence the world around him even if it was just for a short while. His manhood came alive when she went on her knees. He knew what she was going to do and became self-conscious of his

Mercedes's eyes burned with fire, as she saw Penelope crouched naked on her knees, her mouth covering Griffin's dick while he sat on the sofa, pleasure swallowing him, deduced by his loud moans. Her clothes and that of Griffin were scattered all over the floor. Mercedes raged, she felt her body tremble. It wasn't about what they were doing but rather where it was happening. It was absurd and disgusting, she wanted to gag. Whichever way, she composed herself for the sake of Griffin and tried to walk to her room. "You are back," Griffin huffed while he pushed Penelope away, trying to find something to cover his nakedness.  "Is this what you wanted me to come and see?" Mercedes couldn't tell which was better. Her home or the room in which she woke up. She pushed her way through the scattered living room, the items she removed from the car scattering on the floor when her grip on them loosened due to the shock. Griffin saw the shirt and suit Merc

Mercedes went into deep thought. She admitted to herself that her actions were way overboard but she couldn't solely carry the blame. Nathan was as guilty as she was therefore, she would not carry such a burden. His aura was intimidating but since he was still human like her, she won't fall for it. She folded her arms and stared at him.  Something weird tickled inside of her and suddenly, she began laughing hysterically, it made Nathan boil. Mercedes wasn't going to kowtow to him like everyone else.  "If I don't know any better, Mr President, I would say that you are obsessed with me and you can't do away with my presence." Her tone relayed a mocking effect, making Nathan's eyes squint with a flare of fury, he scoffed, "don't get your hopes up. For as long as I have that dollar bill on the wall, I will do as I please," he stated matter of factly.

Griffin's ears piqued with curiosity. Mercedes never received a call at night, except for emergencies from her family. Concern flung him because it makes Mercedes moody when she can't fend for them instantly. "Hello," Mercedes calmly answered the phone."Miss Winters, I wish to inform you that you shall have dinner with me and our stakeholders tomorrow. It's going to be a formal event so I suggest you prepare for it before coming to the office." Dinner meant evening and Mercedes doesn't work overtime. With her new contract, she took time to read through it and there was nothing mentioned concerning that."I'm sorry Mr Legend but I don't work overtime," she responded lucidly.She heard him sigh and her heart thumped in anticipation of what he was going to say. "You do not have a choice remember? This is an official assignment and it's compulsory. My assistant is supposed to accompany me to every formal event, as stated in clause six of your contract. Or would you