Callan Mcauliffe Gatsby Novels & Stories

Calla's beauty made Grayson momentarily forget why he had barged in. He stood frozen in place, his eyes filled with astonishment. Even his breathing slowed down. Maeve followed him inside. Seeing Grayson stunned motionless, a flash of jealousy and resentment crossed her eyes. She lifted her hand and gently nudged his arm, reminding him, "Grayson, snap out of it. Don't forget why you came here today." Maeve's reminder jolted Grayson back to reality. He snapped out of his daze. Yet inexplicably, his heart filled with panic and disbelief. Had he just been captivated by Calla's beauty?

Deadly. Malrik. “Miss Calla,” he said, tone deceptively polite. “This is not a good time.” “Not a good time?” she snapped. “My best friend disappeared off the face of the earth, got hospitalized, and suddenly she’s a damn ghost! So forgive me if I don’t care about your schedule, Mr. Mafia CEO or whatever you are.” I froze halfway down the stairs. Gaya was behind her, looking nervous, trying to step between them.

Kai, already settled in the front passenger seat, muttered, ‘Miss Abrams went in, sir. I offered no response. The Rolls-Royce Ghost idled silently, the air conditioning blowing a cool, lightly fragrant air through the cabin. It did little to mitigate the heated agitation in my chest. I wanted to yank off my tie, but I was not in the privacy of my Mayfair residence. I kept my eyes trained on the tablet in front of me, but the latest issue of The Financial Times failed to capture my interest. Hyacinth was still in the lounge. With Cary Grant. And with that woman, Vanessa, who, even from a brief look in passing, advertised herself as a woman looking for trouble.

Calla first had the cab driver drop Alicia off at her place before heading home herself. As soon as she entered the hallway, Jasmine ran over excitedly. She whispered, "Mrs. Garland, Mr. Garland is back and waiting for you in the living room!" Calla's heart skipped a beat at the news. Wasn't he supposed to be buying a ring with Sophie? Why was he back so soon? Maybe they were in a rush to get married and wanted to settle the divorce quickly.

I had to get home early for my small assignment. “I’m driving to the factory,” Callahan said, and before I could ask him about Rudy, he continued, “Tell Rudy to buy cake and ice cream for later.” “Huh?” I gaped at him. "For... later?" “Wyatt? Who’s Wyatt?” Bob and Millicent muttered simultaneously, only the tones were different. “What?” Callahan asked as he finished his salad. “Didn’t you hear Wyatt? He said everyone,” he muttered, emphasizing the last word.

"Or do you not want to know anymore?" "I want to." He knew that much. "Want me to read it first?" "No, but I'm glad you're here." He leaned on the car and pulled his phone out, keeping Scarlett tucked close to his side. Here went nothing. He clicked the message and braced himself. Found Cal. He married and took his wife's last name which made tracking him difficult. He's Cal O'Mally, living in Burleson, Texas. The girls are proving more difficult to locate. It sounds like they were adopted and changed their names. I can't say for sure because of sealed records. I'll keep looking if you want.

I wished I had her courage. “Finish your report,” she said. “I’ll call Miriam again.” I nodded and turned back to the desk. The officer behind the counter looked uneasy. Her hands hovered above the keyboard as if she didn’t know whether to keep typing or stop. I could tell she was scared. Everyone knew who Austin McCall was, the billionaire philanthropist, son of the powerful McCall dynasty. The kind of man whose money could make evidence disappear and silence anyone who dared to speak. Still, she forced a professional smile. “Please describe what happened last night,” she said softly.

He handed me the apple martini and gulped down his whiskey before answering me. “You’re the first girl I ever took to any party, Paige Miller.” “That’s true, Miss Miller.” A man’s voice said from behind me and when I looked back it was Callan’s dad. “Oh, good evening, sir.” “Call me, George. It’s good to see you again. And I must say you look beautiful.” “Thank you, George. Callan and I are just—.” “Ridiculous! That’s what you two are! Callan Montgomery Holden. What do you think you’re doing announcing to everyone you’re getting married with your…your…secretary?”

He doesn’t lose control of his reserved actions when all in his life is well. God, Callan’s mother had just died?! Shit. Poor Mrs. Ravij. She had been nothing but kind to me when I first showed up outside of the ravij gates. The wife of the mafia boss had just died, Callan’s mother. Looking at Callan, trying his best to explain to me what had happened through words… he was struggling. He had the habit of making his moves at me thinking I would want to be held the same way. I was trusting of him before. But not much this time.