Mr King Romane & Geschichten

A knock happened on the door and then there a person entered in the room and putted the file in front of his boss and said " This is the information Mr. King " Mr. King the god father of Ashton who raised him from the day he saw Ashton on the road in the rain. The day he saw Ashton, he knew it that Ashton will be a ruler of this world who make him proud. Mr. King turned around and then nodded towards the person and then looked at the file and saw the pictures of Ashton with Lilly. In those pictures Ashton and Lilly were really happy and looking beautiful together.

"Then you let little Eileen be. It doesn't stop you from being a great guy, Brian." He sighed, "Is that why you're not married because girls are difficult?" "Well," Marcus shrugged, "you're not far from the truth." "Is that why Godfather James and uncle grumpy are not married too?" He asked, his eyes popping wide in curiosity. Marcus chuckled, "I guess." "Speak for yourself, dipshit," James playfully smacked Marcus in the head, walking into the living room. "I understand women like the back of my palm, I'm just not getting married yet by my own will."

I am relieved when Simon makes an appearance. “The table looks so lovely M, I love what you have done with it. Maybe we should entertain more if I get to see how talented you are.” "Yes, I can see your house keeper is a man of many talents," Mr douche chimes in with false sincerity. Simon looks at him with a strange expression, and I can see his jaw harden. "Marcus is more than my House keeper he is also my friend and my…and ..and someone very special to me," he finishes softly, taking my hands in his. This man ..he really knows how to wreck me. I squeeze his hand, hoping he can see how grateful I am. I get up to bring the food to the table and tune out their shop talk as I plate the food.

Russell stands, clenching his jaw and fisting his hands. "I'm not. She's crazy if she thinks I will move in with that scumbag. Ugg, I need to call dad. He needs to know what's going on. If anyone can stop her, it's him." "Oh, Mr. Julian Adam's he's the sweetest man in the whole world," Kim says as she looks heavenward and sighs. I roll my eyes smiling. I nod and can't help but look toward Russell. He's pensive, pacing towards the balcony with his hands crossed over his chest. Brandon and Kim give each other an exchanged look and clear their throat.

"Unbelievable! Mr. King was kissing that woman? He's actually into women?" "Quiet!His P.A is still here."

Fuck. I poured myself another drink. The whiskey was cheap now, not the expensive single malt I used to keep in crystal decanters. I couldn't afford the good stuff anymore. I couldn't afford anything anymore. The phone call had been bad. Marcus had called me earlier that evening, his voice tight and uncomfortable in a way I had never heard before. "I saw the video, Joe," he had said. "The one where you called Clara a bad person on a live stream. The one where you threatened her."

This time, I took a seat beside Damon and Melody sat beside Damon’s mom. We were on opposite sides of each other. The seat at the head of the table was empty, which was Damon's father's spot. Their maid served dinner but we couldn't start until his father arrived. “Why does father always make us wait? Does he think we're in the monarchial system and he's a king?” Damon mumbled. “You aren't far from the truth, I'm a king in my own house, after all.” He was here. I must have been the only one who didn't turn to look in his direction.

Before William could finish his speech, he was interrupted by Catherine's father who yelled their names from the entrance. "Catherine? William? What are you two doing over there? Come on inside!" Mr. McKellen gestured. He turned around and opened the door slightly and yelled to his wife, "Honey! Catherine and William are here." With a grin on his face, he was too happy to notice Catherine and William were quarreling over something. "You better behave!" William whispered to Catherine and then plastered a fake smile on his face he adjusted his suit and pulled her to the house thereby putting up a font.

He seems polite and kind, and with such empathy in his eyes, I’m inclined to step forward and let him lead me away. My plans are ruined when Garth steps forward, nearly knocking me into the wall. “And just who may you be?” His voice is authoritative, as if Mr. Lake is somehow infringing upon something that belongs to him. Mr. Lake is a bit taller than Garth and broader, which is saying something because I’ve never imagined a man could be bigger than Garth. He clears his throat, but his charming disposition doesn’t waiver. “I’m an advisor to the king,” he says with a smile. “And you are?” He lifts a hand, and I imagine him crushing a watermelon in his palm.

I suggested then suddenly remember something, I smiled out. “Anyways, I still have a date with Camille, I have to get that before hating on her, hehe,” I whispered and I could feel Mike shaking his head behind, ‘typically a lover man’ “Sir?” Mike suddenly called and I turned. “There’s no movement until next week due to the campaign of the new president,” Mike suddenly announced and I widened my eyes. “W-what? Fuck!” Mike shrugs his shoulders, “Maybe this is a sign…not to go back to Ms. Camille,” I heard Mike mumbled under his breathe but I heard him.