Bill X Dipper Novels & Stories

IRA "Where were you?" Billie said as soon as I stepped into the room. "I didn't hear you leave." "Just around," I said vaguely, putting on a smile. "How do you feel?" "Amazing," Billie said, getting up and stretching herself. "I feel like I am ready to leave. I want to return to school." "I'm glad to hear that you're doing well," a voice said behind me, and I stiffened. It was Dexter. I knew that voice anywhere.

Last year, after everything happened to Candice, confirmed it for the six foot four, three-hundred-pound bastard. Dipp is one of those guys that never needs anything. He is fine having a woman on her knees in front of him, a whiskey in one hand, and a beer in the other. He hardly comes out to any of the club functions unless it has to do with kids. For some reason that is the only thing the asshole cares for more than himself. Don't know much about his past, but know he lost his little girl to cancer years ago. "What were the charges?" Chance calls out. Ever the series one.

In rage I arose, planning to return back the slap she gave me in a hundred fold, when suddenly I heard a voice behind me_ it was that of Alex. "Apologise!" His voice sounded. "Who the hell are you?" Jake questioned aggresively. "Repeat and you will find out who I am." He snapped, his face stirn. " I am Jake Bills of J's Automobile, but who the fuck are you! A nobody.'' he threw at Alex while they both laughed. Watching all this happen butterflies danced around in my chest, helping me savour this display. I could not wait for the reaction they would wear on their faces when they found out who the guy they were having a banter with, was.

the meeting they say yes she gets it for them and makes it just to their liking next she comes up to me "Mr. O'Rourke would you like coffee or anything? Also shall I sit in this meeting and take notes I already set up a chair behind you out of the way just in case?" "Yes to the coffee and yes to the taking notes I dont know how I have not thought of that before." I say with a huge grin on my face cause I can see she is going to stop me from looking like an ass a lot in the future with no more calls to try and remember what was said. She gets my coffee brings its to me and whispers "they are on their way up sir." She ask each person one by one if they would like coffee, tea, or water and she

I wondered He turns back to the cashier. I was motioned to the second cue. The lady checked my stuff and then calculated it. The next thing I know, she went back to the other side where the older lady of earlier was standing with her husband. She told them something and came back to her seat. I was confused about the whole drama. What are they whispering about? " how much is my bill!" I asked while I bring out my debit card from my purse. She smiled at me "It's in the house "

One misstep and I’ll scream myself into a dimension I can’t return from. His office is at the end of the hall, behind tall black double doors with gold engraving: DRAKE PETERSON, CEO. Even his name looks expensive. “Knock twice, enter once, keep it professional,” the assistant whispers. Then she leaves me alone. I take a shaky breath and knock. “Come in,” a low voice calls from inside. God. That voice. Powerful. Smooth. Cold. Aggravatingly sexy. I open the door. And the world… stops.