Billy Carson Audiobooks Novels & Stories

I stayed in the living room watching N*****x with the sound down and the subtitles on so the noise wouldn’t disturb Mom and dad. Carlos texted me again, and we talked for an hour before I went to bed. I found an audiobook, turned the sound down low on my phone, and let the soothing voice carry me along. I was relieved that I’d had a quiet day, a day without sex, even if my brain craved it. I’d like to find out what sex with Carlos was like. I kept thinking about it.

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 "

This man was sit in her car, and yet still dared to laugh. Bryson looked ahead with his bright eyes, and said somewhat shamelessly, "No, send me back." Betty bit her lips. She had no choice but to start the car, then press the music, causing a violent and rhythmic DJ to ring out. It was a voice that was extremely sexy and enchanting, and just listening to the music was enough to image the scene. When Betty drove the car out, Bryson's slender body was sitting beside her with a pair of deep eyes staring straight ahead. His mind was playing music, causing him to recall that Betty had an advertisement.

I don't understand. "You, do you have to go out with every man that came your way, do you know who Jimmy Billy is and what he came for?" Gabby blinks, she wonder how Carlos knew who Billy was. "You don't, do you." Carlos got up and turned to leave. "Carlos, where is Triffany?" Gabby asked and Carlos faced her with the worst expression on his face and it even frightened Gabby. "She, she will be home soon." Carlos said and walk away, just then the entrance door open and Carlos and Gabby turn their face towards the door at once, only to see the two people that just stepped inside.

"So we begin tomorrow. The hunt to find out whether Gary is guilty of fraud or stupidity. Either way, he will doubtless end up being sacked. Now, where do you live...? My car’s in the underground car park." "I can handle going home alone, Chase. Goodbye."

It would probably be a mistake to tell them she was more troubled by Selena Chase than Jason. Thankfully, her intercom buzzed and Charles said, “Ma’am…uh, there’s a call from a certain Billy who claims to be your father?” Cassandra struggled, trying to stand up, “Let me go, damn it.” They loosened their grips around her and she pressed the intercom button rapidly, “Direct the call to my office.”

Twice. On the third, I answer. “Hello?” There’s a moment of silence. Then “Dean?” My heart stops. “Bianca.” Her voice is a whisper raw, tight, broken. I don’t realize I’m standing until my chair scrapes loudly behind me. “Where are you? Bianca, tell me where you are.” “I can’t,” she chokes. “He’s listening. I only get one call.” “Who? Who’s listening? Are you hurt?”

Billy’s mouth dropped open. He turned around and looked at Jodi again. “You know her, don’t you? All of you do. How do you know her?” “Turns out . . . you’re in love with me and Jackie’s cousin,” Jodi answered with a smirk. Billy’s hazel eyes widened. “Your cousin. She’s a Garvey?” he said with astonishment. This was too much of a coincidence. Jodi had mentioned cousins who lived across the country, but she had never talked about them in detail.

No call from Carrington about a new development in any of the four active proceedings. The silence was so complete I almost didn't trust it. I got up, made coffee, stood at the window, and let the city be what it was without looking for what it meant. Billy appeared at eight. He came through his bedroom door with the notebook under his arm and stopped when he registered the desk, clear, for the first time in six weeks, the documents filed, and the working surface empty. He looked at the desk. At me. "Nothing due?" he said.

What kind of people adopted two girls who'd been hurt by the world and vow to help them heal? "Sorry." Carson shook her head. "I'm an accountant which you know. Um... I can't think straight. I don't know what else I said that wasn't true. I tried to stick with the truth." "Do you really like pickles and ice cream?" Carson sputtered and laughed. "Because if you don't, that was a hardcore dedication to the story." "I really do like pickles and ice cream." She covered her face with her free hand and laughed.