Crazy Dave Talk Novels & Stories

I am not going to let this go. Not this time. Dave wanted to act crazy? Fine. I am about to show him what true madness looked like.

Have I done something wrong? And I'm not drunk! "I haven't been drinking!" I exclaim. "Well, certainly you must have," Dave says. I can hear him collecting sticks for a fire. "Or else you wouldn't decide things without me. I'm not against making friends with the hostage or freeing them all, but please include me in your crazy plans," I exhale. "Fine, now can I have some fish?" Dave snorts. "You wish,"

“You look like a man trying to win favor by being overly attentive. Hate to break it to you, but women smell desperation.” I scoffed, sharp and dismissive. “You think you know Lana better than I do? I’d burn this whole city to the ground before she sees me desperate. Don’t mistake patience for weakness.” “Uh-huh,” he drawled. “Keep telling yourself that.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, exhaling hard through my nostrils. “Where are you now?” “Just left the private room,” Dave said, the clink of glasses audible in the background. “Heading to grab some drinks. You could join me, you know. Might loosen you up a bit.”

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“What got you coming back home?” “Nothing, I got off rehearsal early today, so I wanted to pick some of my old stuff on my way to Cherry’s,” he said with a bright smile laced on his freckled cheeks. Dave is a performing arts major and also a popular influencer/blogger on social media. I remember some girls in my department saw me with him one time during our sophomore year and pestered me for weeks for his contact info. Even though we spend little time together, he always seems happy to see me whenever we meet.

Dave muttered words about me lying. He fastened his thrusts. I failed again as I moaned out loud. This is hard.. And Dave was loving it. Mum: don't you think you need to go to the doctor, you sound like you've gotten a fever or like someone being drilled in the ass. Fuck! Dave blurted out as he chuckled once more. Mum:Is Dave there?I can hear him talking. Me:yeah he is…I've got a lot of things to talk to him about , catching up and all,I don't think it'd end anytime soon.

It was relaxing. ***** “The chief's daughter is called Wendy, she's 22 at the moment. She likes partying, she enjoys painting and she likes tango.” Ric read from his ipad. There's no information my men will ever miss. No matter how buried it is, we always find it. I nodded slightly. “Is that all?” “According to her posts on I*******m she just ended things with her boyfriend.” I chuckled lightly. She's so childish. One thing you should never do, letting people know that you're vulnerable, it's a big mistake.

I snapped my head up, meeting her cold eyes, which reflected my sorrow back at me. "Jasmine, you have the nerve to talk to me?" I roared, "I swallowed my pride and begged you for $500,000 to save my mom's life! I waited for you all day like a fool, yet what did I get? I had to watch you throwing money away at an auction for another man!

She replied and everyone gasped again. "Concisely tell others about yourself" Prof Dallas said. "November Gracie Blanco, I'm a b*tch, I hate brats and I'm in love with myself, I can listen to The Fray songs all day and I'm a black belt holder of judo, thank you" She sat after that. "Your category?" Prof Dallas asked. She raised her tag up. "To this school, I might be in the lower category but I'm the queen of my world" she said.

Before I lost my mind. I started plotting ways to sneak him off without the guy’s hovering, without their stupid commentary. I hated talking. I hated unpacking feelings. I just wanted to grab him, kiss him, fuck him right here and now. He looked so fucking hot this morning, his blonde hair messy, his jaw sharp, his whole vibe screaming take me now. Dave’s voice cut through my trance. “Queen,” he whispered, “I can see you staring. You should go talk to him. It’s time. Real talk. Like adults.”