Dandy Dw Novels & Stories

The face that greets me is not the one I was hoping to see. "Hello, sweetie pie," Danny says, smiling. But I can tell it's fake, even though the only light source is the moon. Danny is dark-skinned. His black hair is styled in a low cut, and he has a beard. The Dolce & Gabbana suit he's wearing does little to hide his muscles. I'd be lying if I said he wasn't ripped. To sum it up, Danny is a gorgeous man, but even with all his handsomeness, he is the worst romantic partner I have ever met-except Jacob if I'm including that horrible human being in the running, too.

"Get your ass down here, bitch!" Dante shouted. "And don't you make wait another minute or you're gonna regret it!" My heart leapt again, and my stomach turned as the hammering on the front door continued. It was Dante, the absolutely repugnant owner and manager of Cherry Sweet's Gentlemen's Club in Dorchester. If there was an Academy Awards for World's Biggest Asshole, he'd win every year. And Dante wasn't going anywhere — not without me.

He had to widen his stance to brace himself. "Damn. You really love that dick, huh baby?" Dwayne moved one hand from his hip to the top of her head. He gently stroked her soft hair. "Suck it, Katy. That feels great, baby." He watched the married white woman start to go crazy on his cock.

his tongue forced those words out of his lips. "Wow! Beautiful," Danny retorted and before they could know it, they are right in front of them drooling over their beauty. "I must confess, you are damn beautiful," Darius flattered one of the ladies. "I would like to go with you," Danny said to the other lady standing right beside her. "Mind to dance with me?" Darius had to ask for the permission to have her shake her little butts for him. "I wouldn't mind having to twerk all day," she said.

I stood up for her on the playground, and the teasing stopped, mainly because all the girls fawned all over me, and they didn’t want to make me mad. Maybe I should just call it a night, but I was waiting for cake. “Hey Zander,” Dante said as he approached me. “How are you liking the wedding so far?” Dante is one of Nathan’s best friends. He is Dante Berkley, the big Hollywood action star. “It’s really great,” I replied. “Any hot chicks catch your eye yet?” Dante asked, taking a sip of champagne. “Most of them are too old for me. Plus, I like curvy girls,” I responded.

Farrah felt tickled so she burst out laughing. Ysa who's walking by saw this and felt so annoyed she huffed angrily, stomping on her feet. “Tsk!” Farrah laughed louder and felt triumphant. Farrah = 1, Ysa = -0. All her expressions fell on Dior's observant eyes. Dior looked at her with complicated emotions. Contrary to what Farrah was thinking, Dior can actually understand a lot of things at this moment. He understood that he had became a zombie, and Farrah sought him out in T City. He also remembered all the things that happened back in T City.

Heat pooled low in my belly, slow and thick. He capped the marker with a soft click. Turned around. And my stomach dropped straight through the floor. That sharp, clean jaw. The dark stubble that looked rough enough to leave marks on soft inner thighs. Those almost-black eyes—steady, unreadable, seeing everything. The quiet authority radiating off him like heat. I knew that face instantly, completely, like muscle memory in my pussy. Dominic Calloway. My mother’s ex-husband.

"He owns Royal Lights and a bunch of other casinos and nightclubs around the country." "So he's a pimp? You both expect me to marry a pimp?" "Austin Hawthorne is many things, but a pimp isn't one of them." "How exactly did Daddy end up owing him so much money?" Marybeth asked as she stepped into Danica's white heels. Thank heavens, they wore the same shoe size. It was bad enough that the dress was small; she'd hate to walk down the aisle in tight shoes, too. "And is there a chance I can get a screwdriver to go? Or even a mimosa? Because seriously, I don't see myself going through with this sober."

>>> THIRD PERSON POV <<< The door opened swiftly and the ladies stopped fighting, it was Hidalgo and his best friend! Hidalgo stood at the door with his expressionless face and his hands tucked inside his pockets, some of the securities were standing behind his back. "What the hell is going on here?" Duncan muttered to Hidalgo, his pupils grew as he watched the feral-looking ladies in the office. Poppy who saw Duncan began to spruce herself up properly and arrange her hair. She loves him and doesn't want him to lose interest in her.

Dante laughed and lifted his chin at Dallas, who now seemed to be shopping for someone other than Winona. “Why are you here instead of scoping the area?” I asked. “We got it handled. The crews need training, and we already know the area is secure.” Dante was a mixed bag, a distant relative of Dallas’s first wife and about the same age as me. I didn’t know much about him, because he went into the military right at eighteen, then came back the same and also completely different. “Plus, I knew I didn’t want to miss this.” He walked forward in his combat boots and rapped his knuckles on the dressing room door. “Winona, Sebastian. Let’s see the damn thing before HJ’s patience wears out.”