Carlos And Mal Novels & Stories

Williams sidled over, joining the conversation stating, "Unfortunately for you, Mila is already interning at my company." My heart fluttered as Mr. Williams stared Carlos down, his dark eyes locking in. It was like he was staking his claim which was so sexy, it was making my core surge. They had seen one another the night of the S&M bar. I hoped this wouldn't turn into an argument. Carlos sat back with a wrinkle of his nose, narrowing his eyes. Then relaxing his face suddenly he wagged his finger nodding. "Now I realize where I know you, " he said to Mr. Williams. My stomach knotted but Mr Williams remained still, casual and came closer as Carlos spoke.

I heard Carlos say. "I wonder if Malia, could take me to the restroom?" Carlos asked, stopping me on my track. Terror washed me dry. Wha..... "How did you know her name, Carlos?" I heard Eli's voice. There was a little silence. "Your beautiful sister in law here, just mentioned her name. Didn't you, dear?" Carlos asked Anita. "Yes, I did." Anita answered. "No need to ask, Carlos," the Don said, "Malia, right?"

" The front man asked. I suppose he's the Pedro. Looking closely at the sticks in their hands, they had nails driven to it, halfway. These guys are surely up for a fight. Four of them. I might not have known Carlos for a long time, but he definitely doesn't have the physique of a fighter. "Come on Pedro, let's sit down and talk about this." Carlos proposed. "Sit and talk? It's been a month Carl, I haven't heard from you or even seen you."

I started walking toward them without thinking. “Elena,” I said. She looked up and her face went pale. The man next to her stopped walking and looked at me. “Who is this?” “This is Carlos,” Elena said. She pulled her arm away from the man. “Carlos this is Miguel. He’s a friend from town.” Miguel held out his hand. “Nice to meet you. Elena has told me a lot about you.” I didn’t shake his hand. “Has she? Has she told you how she’s still my wife? How we’re not divorced yet?”

Two of the girls dancing with Diego walk over to Carlos, and start pulling him on to the dance floor. "No…girls. I really don't……I don't……" "Awwn, don't be such a party pooper Carlos. Come on, dance with the girls." Carlos shook his head at his friend, but then started to dance slowly as a girl nudged him. Krystal danced with her hands in the air, stumbling backwards, till she bumped into someone. Carlos turn to see the person who bumped into him, and he reached out to grab her, as she stumbled, about to fall.

But I’m glad he still talks to Louis normally, at least I’m the only one he’s mad at. And I made it up to him that night. “You’ll have to make it up to me,” Carlos said darkly, after I’d begged and explained I wasn’t having any kind of relationship other than friendship . “Okay, but I have I bet” My blood was hot from post-orgasmic boldness. “I’ll make you come without even using my hands” He looks at me suspiciously. “You’re too inexperienced to do that” “Wanna bet” “Show me what you’ve got”

She stood up, her heels clicking sharply on the floor as she marched toward the balcony to confront Miguel. Carlos watched her go, his smirk returning. He looked at the empty seat Miguel had vacated. He felt like a grandmaster watching his pawons move exactly where he had pushed them. He walked toward the balcony, joining them in the cool night air. Miguel was leaning against the railing, his back to Maria, while she stood behind him, shouting about loyalty and respect. "Everything alright over here?" Carlos asked, his voice dripping with false concern. "People are starting to stare, Maria. It’s your birthday—"

If Carlos says run, everybody should say how fast. And just like his normal routine, no one would suspect something is wrong. He would last three days without no one noticing it. Because Carlos loves to enjoy himself for days. He would keep his ladies in that room for days. Beating them, defiling them, doing whatever the hell he wants with them. And then when they come out of the room, they're already dead.

Before I could respond, Esme and Mila, who had been at war just moments ago, completely forgot their argument and rushed to Carlos’s side instantly. “Mommy, see!” Esme exclaimed, tugging at his sleeve excitedly. “Brother Carlos is looking so dashing!” Mila nodded eagerly for the first time all day without arguing. “I like Brother Carlos’s suit,” she added seriously. “I will wear white.” Esme gasped. “Me too!” However, Carlos stepped back suddenly. His eyes widened in pure panic. “I’m sorry, my lady!” He blurted out, pulling his arm away as if he had done something terribly wrong.

Carlos asked with a gruff voice as he refilled his coffee at the break section. “Maloney!! A red-haired girl said that his name was Maloney!!’ “Then his name was Maloney. Did you see the totalled car? No one survives a wreck like that!” Marus asked. “also…Maloney? He…he is really gonna get bullied in school.” “Oh, my fucking…” Carla cursed then ran outside the offices and into the busy night. “Excuse me, did you see a-,” she asked the beggar who usually stood idly by the door, but all he did was rattle his cup, indicating that he wanted coin.