Big D Randy Novels & Stories

Randy. There was much closeness as well as controversy hovering around from the moment he stepped into my space. banging on the desk with my bare hands, still staring deep into his eyes and repeating what I had said earlier, “I have no business with them, period! and trust me, I do all this because of my dad and nothing else!” I cautioned Mr. Randy. But he began. “You know son, you should be happy that you still have a family that cares so much about you!... you should be proud of that,” he said, walking around my space as he reacted unsettled but I couldn't help it

Jake said. “I stopped in for a level and some two-by-fours last week and got to see that sweet ass in action. Helped me load the lumber and everything. She’s a little thing, but there’s plenty of curves in all the right places. I liked seeing her bent over, let me tell you,” Randy said. I stood up, pissed. “Listen, I’m serious. Knock it the fuck off. She’s not some cheap piece of ass.” “Easy, buddy,” Randy said. “No need to get your boxers in a twist. I’m just having fun.”

He wasn't going to be cornered like a cat, they were going to have to man up and face him. Tired of the suspense, Randy finally showed himself. He stalked leisurely towards the door and his eyes widen with recognition and then he smiled the kind of smile that left people with the creeps. "My my my... If it isn't the almighty billionaire himself. Jack freaking Lawson. How is it going, brother?" "This has got to be a joke. You know each other?" "If I knew you were getting with brotherman here, I'd have shown up sooner, way sooner."

A slim, fair man of medium height with gentle brown eyes. “It doesn’t matter to me... That sort of thing isn’t really important,” Randall had soothed when she sobbed out her shame and despair after that dreadful afternoon when she had almost ended up sharing Christophe’s bed. “Of course, I forgive you, my dear.” Randall and his family had moved next door when she was ten and he was fourteen. He had been the odd one out in his large, extrovert family. Quiet and unambitious, his greatest interest was… wildlife photography.

Then, he said with a smile on his phone, "Randy, one hundred and fifty million it is. Sign a five-year contract. Do it tonight. I'll wait for your news." Then, he hung up. "A—Alex, did you…just…" Yaser looked at Alexander and finally came to his senses. "Are you really going to give my family orders worth one hundred and fifty million dollars?" he asked shakily "Who is Randy?" "I landed him in prison once because he was asking for it," answered Alexander casually with a smile. "Don't worry. Just wait for the news. Randy works fast. Your phone will ring soon!" … There stood a three-story mansion in the city more than a thousand kilometers away from Ol' Mare.

she rambles on. "I see. Oh yes great. What makes you right for the job?" he asks her. "Are you Donovan Spencer?" she asks. "I am. Who are you?" he ask her. "Mr. Spencer, my name is Sawyer. Sawyer Carter. I am in need of a job. I am good with kids. I have one of my own. A daughter in fact. I will always be around if you need me..." "Hold on a second Miss. Carter. Or is it Mrs.?" he asks her.

“It took me a few days to think about it, but I believe the Council members are right. We have a lot to learn from each other.” “Were you an athlete as a child?” Randall ignores my statement. “I… ran hurdles on the track team.” I shrug. “I never took it too seriously.” “Shame.” He takes another deep sip of his drink. "I guess that's good for me." My brows knit at his odd admission, then quickly change the subject before he realizes he messed up. “Elder Randall, you’ve never brought your mate to Blood River. Tell me about her. Maybe she would like to join you the next time.”

I kept my voice low while asking. “What about him?” She replied a devilish grin starting on her face. “Nothing, I don’t know, never mind it was a stupid question.” I tried to end the conversation. “No, you asked now ask what you want to. If you think that none of us can see something is going on between you two, you really are crazy. Randolph has never given ANY females a second glance. Alexander and I picked on him all the time growing up. Lex was the worst; he would always tell Randy he could come out of the closet. But Randy was never interested in dating anyone. We thought it had to do with our mom dying so young, I figured once he found his mate, it would change, but he still hasn’t fou

Zach again paused. “I am not a mind reader or fortune teller so spill it.” I said with a roll of my eyes. “Your friend Mr. Travis.” He answered. “God!” I muttered under my breath. “Tell me where you last tracked this Randy guy. He’ll lead me to those snakes.” I said while trying my best to keep myself calm. “He works at a shady bar near the dockyard. I am warning you, boss. The area is dangerous. Drunkards and gamblers live in that area. Randy is also involved in illegal activities. So, I suggest you to stay away from him.” He warned me.

I don’t like the look on her face. “That was Gabby.” She tells me. “Ok,” I reply. “I am guessing she was the woman here with hottie #1 and hottie #2.” I say to her. “Yes, she is the assistant to Brady, hottie #2. They manage the band Crazy.” Evie explains. I know who that band. They are one of the biggest rock bands. I have been a fan since they released their first album five years ago. I look at her. I am not sure why she is smiling at me.