Big Trouble In The Big Apple Novels & Stories

he complained. Then he looked up at me hopefully. "Mummy, can I come to work with you tomorrow?" Back in London, Jayden visited me at work from time to time. Whenever he insisted on seeing me, especially on days when he was feeling well, his nanny would bring him to the hospital for a short visit. But things were different here in New York. There was no way I was taking him anywhere near my workplace. Part of that hospital belonged to David's family, and there was always a chance that he or one of his relatives could see Jayden. I couldn't risk that happening.

Mike waved it off quickly and led the group toward the exit. "We're just friends messing around. It's nothing serious." With that, the three of them got off. I gathered my things and stepped out as well. The cold night air hit me, instantly clearing my head. What had just happened had gone too far. It had almost turned into a serious mistake. Thankfully, the subway had arrived at the station in time to prevent anything worse from happening. I had no one to blame but myself. Why couldn't I control my body? It was my fault for using the toy on the subway, and those men saw me, causing me to almost be tainted. I would never do something so dangerous again.

He doesn’t notice, keeps going at my body while I try to push him off. The door bursts open, and an angry Baby appears in the doorway. There’s a reason for his nickname—he’s the biggest, strongest guy in the place. Grabbing Flick by the collar like a mangy dog, the brute easily lifts him off the couch and drags him out. That asshole’s night is over until he sobers up. Honestly, stuff like this isn’t rare. Our guys constantly have to remind clients how to behave. If a girl says no, forcing it gets you kicked out.

Faye, started to cry, and Snowy barked So they would back away, which they did, cause she jumped in front of a man and destroyed their camera. "Shhh, babygirl." I soothe her. "Snowy thank you." I petted her. I ask for one day of peace. He comes back and my life gets complicated. I walked to get to my car and took a breather. I placed Faye, in the car seat while Snowy just laid next to her. I checked the video and it was filmed outside. People are so nosy is annoying. I looked back and Faye was sleeping. Baby girl, sorry your mommy is such a magnet for trouble.

I sigh when I recall the second time I tried to prey on Mr Psycho's moral conscience by making him another juicy offer, and all he said was, "This might not end well for you baby." "And why do you say that?" I asked. Of course I already knew why and who was behind that why, but I was trying to see if asking him these questions would rile him up in some way. "The boss is being adamant, she is imagining things and completely ruining the plan!" He exclaimed. This was the first time I have seen him show any sort of anger or frustration. What was Jessica doing that made even this big man so upset?

1 billion dollars and gained control of two of the most influential fashion brands, becoming the undisputed new fashion mogul. As we chatted, my phone buzzed in my bag. I excused myself and found a quiet corner to answer it. However, the smile on my face faded the moment I saw the caller ID. "Hello, is this Tabitha's mother? I'm the teacher in charge of her at Maple Daycare." I took a deep breath and gripped the phone nervously. "Yes, that's me. What's wrong?" "Well, Tabitha has been here for three days now. As her dedicated teacher, I've observed her for this time. Since we have more international kids here, it seems Tabitha is having trouble fitting in.

Because maybe it didn’t stop at Harper. Her phone buzzed again. This time, the message wasn’t words. It was a photo. Sienna’s breath lodged in her throat. Kelly again, sitting at a table in what looked like a dim motel room. Her wrists weren’t bound, her expression wasn’t terrified — but her eyes… her eyes looked wrong. Tired. Hollow. Beside her on the table sat a phone. Not a burner, not cheap. Sleek. Expensive. Harper’s style. The caption underneath: “Tomorrow. Pier 19. Midnight. Come alone.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that you shouldn’t care about what the guests say? Just do what you have to do and move on. I don’t think you’re going to survive this.” Suddenly, the door opened and the manager came towards us. She looked really angry. “What the hell did you just do, Maddie? Don’t you know that’s the billionaire heiress Hailey Black? How could you be so reckless?” “I’m so sorry. It was an accident.” “That was no accident. I called Tommy and he says it seemed intentional according to the CCTV footage. Do you know what this could do to our reputation?” “I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.”

The man was a God! Cara was having a very hard time focusing. She desperately tried to follow his trek back and forth across the room. She usually found it quite easy to follow his movements. Mr. Archenbrite had gone near the exit and was turning to head back across the room still discussing the economic stresses on the American people of the 1930's. When, as he turned and walked back towards the the far side of the room, a movement in the little window in the door caught her eye.