Andy Evans Speak Novels & Stories

How did he look, as she interrupted me? Will you just let me finish, I replied. Okay, continue then, I’m sorry just anxious, that is all. Oh, I can see that I mentioned to her. Anyway, have you heard of the company Evans Inc? Oh my goodness, yes I certainly have, they own several jewelry stores and a couple of car dealerships. Yes, that is him, Shane Evans the Multi-Billionaire.

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For a few moments, he's silent, steeling himself. Then he says into the microphone, "My father was... not a perfect man. Anyone here who knew him can tell you that. I don't want to stand up here now that he's gone and tell lies about his life, or about who he was." There's a murmur through the crowd. From the pew behind me, I hear Reed mutter to himself, "Jesus fuck, Evans, I was joking."

“You can’t just—” “Who do you tell when no one believes you?” Evan asked, his tone quiet, dangerous. “You tell me".

That night, back home, they found Evan on the porch with a question of his own. “Do you think I could talk about one of those things someday?” Nathan looked at Ethan. “You mean speak?” Ethan asked. Evan nodded. Nathan said, “What would you say?” Evan shrugged. “That the first step to healing isn’t talking. It’s being heard.” Ethan swallowed a lump in his throat. “Then yes. One day, you will.” Evan looked down. “Even if I mess up?” Nathan said gently, “Especially if you mess up.”

My voice sounds flat and emotionless. The two men exchange a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Evans shifts his weight, rubbing the back of his neck. "We have not been able to reach him yet," he admits finally, not meeting my eyes. I nod once, my face betraying nothing. Of course. Of course he is not here. He never is when I need him. Why would this time be any different? "Take me home," I say. Evans hesitates. "Dr. Harrow thinks—"

My eyelids flutter shut, images of us getting naked left my teeth clamping on my lips. We ate dinner over small talk about how our day went. This is nice, that’s the only words I have for what we have right now. There are no more barriers to hide who we are. “Did this happen before?” Evan informed me about the reason he had to visit the site. I told him I understand, he didn’t have to tell me anything, yet he insisted. He draped his arms around my shoulder while we’re lounging on the couch, drinking wine. I pressed my head on his chest, feeling his cocoon of warmth surround me.

Andrew continued with a smile. "Why would we lose, we have the best gamers here. We've won this thing so times before anyway and we've got you Andrew Grey, the best friend and gamer I've ever known and the best team ever, we're gonna win this thing guys!" Evans said, which had others cheering.

Evans stood at the spot with a frustrated smirk on his face. "Wow!" Later on ,two hours later he went to Kim's gym, Andre joined a few minutes later. They exchanged awkward glances and said nothing. Andre took a deep breath and decided to go and talk to him. He walked over to where Evans was weightlifting and stretched out his palm for a handshake. "Not interested". Evans muttered with an arched brow. Andre gently put his hands into his pockets. "It was just a handshake Evans". Evans got up,put the weight down and looked at him to the face.

He had already read a few reports and was sure he had come to relay one or more of the issues he knew about. “Your eminence,” Advisor Evan said, his voice coming out slick and oily like a man trying to make you sell your soul and call it a good deal. “I am terribly sorry for coming at such an early, inconvenient hour of the day.” “Get on with it,” Darius said, his voice becoming a low growl.