Brett Cooper Hot Novels & Stories

Yes ‘my’ not ‘our’ because I use every opportunity, even the slightest to get possessive. Beauty and brains! Shoot me!! Mr. Brett is his name. Gosh, his name also screams sexy. He is drop-dead stunning, hot as steam. I could literally salivate looking at him. Mr. Brett was obviously a rebel. He has so many visible tattoos and a bad temper. He was not exactly my taste in guys, but somehow, I managed to fall head over heels in love with him.

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Yes ‘my’ not ‘our’ because I use every opportunity, even the slightest to get possessive. Beauty and brains! Shoot me!! Mr. Brett is his name. Gosh, his name also screams sexy. He is drop-dead stunning, hot as steam. I could literally salivate looking at him. Mr. Brett was obviously a rebel. He has so many visible tattoos and a bad temper. He was not exactly my taste in guys, but somehow, I managed to fall head over heels in love with him.

And what her reaction was. He sat hunched over his still full beer, his cell phone in front of him, hoping n one here would notice him. It wasn't as if he was a well-known face in San Antonio. Oh, they covered him plenty in the sports section. Hometown star and all that. But he figured, and fortunately, that no one in this bar could tell you what he looked like. Brenna had signaled for the check when his phone chimed with a text. "She saw it. Wants to know what the hell is going on. *grin"

Because while they’re grumbling, I have one pressing question. “Coach, will the cheer team be tagging along?” Everyone turns to look at me. “Yes,” he says. “They’ll be accompanied by Mrs. Treton.” Good. I’ll do whatever it takes to fix things with Taty. _____

Just as the game is about to start, a bald, coal-black, slender man comes marching into the field. "Good Morning, Mr. Emeka. "The black man greets our coach, with anger on his face. " Good morning sir. "Our coach replies to him. " Who's that? "I question Johan. "That black, short man devil, is our headmaster. "Johan replies, and it takes a great deal for me not to snicker. "Is anything the matter sir? "Our coach questions the black man now know as the school's headmaster, and he replies,