Book Him Novels & Stories

He explained, "I was supposed to be at an interview today but I had to go to the hospital instead, so I'll try again tomorrow." "Great, another problem I've caused, ugh." I shook my head. "No, it's completely fine, the slot is still open and I'm certain I will get the job, really." He assured me it was fine and I nodded in response. "Okay." Just then, there was a knock on the door. Frank pulled himself to his feet and went to get it. "Hi, I'm Jamie." A woman almost as tall as Frank walked in and shook hands with him. "I'm here for an hour session with Jane."

Beside her, Eiji had built three peas into what he claimed was a fortress and was currently arguing with the concept of symmetry on behalf of dragons. Louie occupied the corner seat by the window with one leg folded beneath him and a book half-open beside his plate. His expression carried the long-suffering neutrality of an older boy who had already accepted that every meal in this house now involved at least one emotional incident and one completely stupid one.

“I'm not participating in this.” “I didn't ask you to, moreover your work is over. I have Tina at my disposal now, I can drive you back to your apartment.” Oh he didn't just say that, my hands now on my waist with disappointment. “I like Tina so much and this was the only way I could have her for myself only,” he announced. “You're sick!” “I'm not,” he rejected immediately. Standing up to a shelf, he threw out an old book, scrolling pages searching for God knows what.

The sincerity of his words put me at ease, and I did miss the friend who rescued me. “Okay, Alpha Damen.” Damen smiled again, obviously relieved that I accepted his invitation. “Right this way,” he ushered me to the door. He was wearing an impeccable suit, and I felt underdressed even though I was in business casual. “Don’t I need to change?” I asked, indicating his outfit. “Nope,” he replied. “You’re good. I always overdress when I’m out in public. Mom and Dad’s final dent they left me,” he joked with a wink.

To any passerby, they were a striking image: a 6’4” titan of a man, built like a fortress, shielding a delicate, porcelain-skinned beauty who looked as though he might bruise if the wind blew too hard. "Orion?" Noah looked up, his fluffy brown hair catching the light as he tilted his head. "Since we’re already downtown, and since my 'date' was cut so short... would you mind terribly if we did a little shopping? I saw the most darling silk cardigans in the window of that new boutique on the promenade."

I hated how my body reacted, how heat shot through me at those two words. "How long will this charade go on for?. "he asked. "A year, by then I'll have the company in my name, we can part ways then. " He sat back, satisfied, like a king who'd just won another war. Tomorrow. Be ready. " "We'll draft the contract papers. And just like that, the conversation was over. He stood, buttoning his jacket, his presence filling the dim bar like smoke. I stayed seated, my legs trembling, my throat dry, my mind screaming.

I cringed at his last statement. Kim scooted back to the far side of her bench. Patting the empty seat beside her, she said, “What’s going on?” Biggie fell into the empty spot and slumped over the table. He stared at our water glasses as he spoke. “Booker Industries has been trying to buy the bar for several months, but I keep turning them down. At first, he sent his minions to do his dirty work, but this last time, Devon came in person. I thought it was you.” He looked up at Devin when he said the last part, then looked back down before continuing. “It didn’t take long to figure out that it wasn’t.”

He pulled out his card and placed it on the counter. “My apologies. We are fully booked. This is a place for dignitaries. And according to our protocols, rooms are booked a week before.” She replied, pushing the card back to Evans.

“Put me down for one. Richard Baimbridge. I’ll be here when you open. Five o’clock.” “Baimbridge.” “Right.” “You got it.”

“You must be mistaken. Yesterday I was on a date with Sophie. We even went to a hotel. And then…” He paused, as if remembering something. Suddenly, he stopped speaking. A trace of loneliness flashed across his eyes, so faint it was almost imperceptible. He then pulled out his phone, deliberately changing the subject. “You guys talk. I just remembered I’ve got something to take care of.” I was just about to push the door open when a message popped up on my phone. “Ruth, about the bet, can we call it my apology? Come and see me. Sophie isn’t here this time.”