Novel & Cerita Beep Beep Richie

His thumb pressed small, steady circles into my palm, as if his fingers were trying to smooth out the tremors still running beneath my skin. I leaned back in the seat, my eyes fluttering shut for a second, just letting the silence stretch between us. And then I heard it. Beep. Soft. Faint. Almost like a whisper. I opened my eyes, frowning. “Did you hear that?” I asked, turning to Ricardo. He paused. “Hear what?” Beep. There it was again. Louder this time. Like it was closer. Ricardo stiffened instantly. But then he blinked, shook his head slightly, and said, “Nah… I didn’t hear anything.”

–Beep 08:11 pm “What’s up, Xavier. It’s me, Michiko. I just called because I’m worried about you. Are you doing okay? Do you want me to come over? I mean, I don’t really have anything to do. You could always hit me up if you want someone to talk to. I know the break ups been a while now and I’m still not over you. Are you still thinking about me? Because I know for sure I’ve been thinking about you lately.” –Beep

The ringing sound of her mobile phone, which was not far from where she was standing, precisely located on the right side of the nightstand, the bright flat object flickered its screen. The identity of the person he was about to meet appeared on it, though it disgusted him even more. Richie ignored it; he didn't want to hear that woman's voice that looked more like a donkey's. However, the voice came back and was more extended. Richie was forced to grab the thing that almost ruined his mood, trying to ignore the discomfort around him. With a sense of doubt still lingering on his face, Richie reached for his mobile phone. The intelligent screen kept flickering, showing the name 'Bitch' with l

She suddenly became nervous. "What is it?" I asked in a worried tone. “Yes, let's wait for Richie.” Richie approached us with take-outs in hand. “Here you go.” He placed the package on the table and joined Beth. She reached for him, tears shone in her eyes. He pecked her on the head. “I thought she would've spilled her guts by now,” Richie teased. “Well, skip the suspense already,” I urged excitedly. “We're getting married.”

As Rita is about to say something, a husky voice spoke up, "Hello pretty, you sip like it's your first time tasting this drink" Rita smiles sheepishly but Olivia nudged her leg stylishly, prompting her to respond like a classic lady. "It's not my first time, I just have a sore throat," Rita said with every courage she had in her but anxiety managed to get the better part of her. "Pardon my manners, I'm Richard Elliot but you can call me Richie," he says in a tone disseminating pride. I'm Rita" she extends a handshake to seal their introduction.

The following evening, Richie paced back and forth in his hotel room, the phone pressed against his ear. His heart pounded with nervous excitement as he listened to the ringing on the other end. Finally, Dazzle picked up, his voice cheerful and relaxed. “Yo, Richie! What’s up, man? How’s the trip going?” Richie let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Hey, Dazzle. The trip’s fine, work’s a bit hectic, but that’s not why I’m calling.”

"Hey there, Timmy," Richie said into his phone after giving the signal for his men to plant a substantial amount of coke in Benson's car. "Is it still kicking? That little toy I bought you last summer," he muttered. Timmy threw his eyes to his trophy sniper rifle sitting on a platter hanging on the wall in his office under the coffee shop. He smiled and said, "she's still kicking as good as she looks."

Richie Richie stared pointedly at his phone which was clasped in his slightly shaky hands in confusion. He wasn’t fully recovered but he was done being made to sit around and wait like an overfed baby. He tried moving out of bed but as soon as he moved, he felt a head splitting headache wrack his skull, this making him to sit still and wait until it subsided. Right now, he was confused and was still contemplating on whether to call Gordon’s cell phone or not but no matter how much he thought about it, calling Gordon still felt like the best option to him… and a wrong option too.

“meee?? Never…no way! Where will I even see Richie to start gossiping such nonsense? You know that I can’t do such to you Becca. I did not even see him or tell him anything. I don’t know how he heard about it, maybe you mentioned it to him without knowing or he probably heard it from somewhere. But is definitely not me. Anita was at my place that week and I jokingly mentioned it to her, she was the only person I told but not Richie. I’m your friend, how will I go behind your back and start gossiping with your man, it doesn’t make sense. I’m a big girl and I can’t do such shit. Ooh, I’m really sorry Becca that Richie called it quit. Just dust off and move on. Is very sad and I even feel like

My memory is suddenly being refreshed with the fact my kids and grandkids are coming in less than an hour, confirmed by the shout on the phone, "Geeeeeepaaaaaa!" The kids' voice make me smile despite my erection, "Geepa! Geepa! We're almost there!" They're almost here? Shit, how long have we been making out on the couch? "We're coming okay, Geepa!" "I'm coming too, Geepa!" "Shush! I already said we. We means you, me, Mummy, Daddy-" "But I also wanna talk to Geepa!" "I will talk first! I'm older!"