Darry Curtis Description Novels & Stories

My throat closed with tears “Please don’t leave us.” His gaze flickered to Axel and Zarek. “Take care of her.” “You don’t have to tell me that old man” Curtis smiled faintly, then coughed, his body shuddering as he went still. A sob tore from my chest as I collapsed against him, my hands curling my fist into his blood-soaked shirt. Curtis was gone. And Varda had won.

“I knew it! Now, tell me about him! Who is he?” I let out a deep breath as I slipped into the dress. “Well, his name is Curt Davis, and he’s a business investor and entrepreneur from New York. We met at the party.” “What does he look like?” she asked, sliding to the edge of the bed. “Don’t you have somewhere to go tonight?” I asked as I zipped up the dress. “No!” she said eagerly. “Well, not right now, anyway. So, spill! What does he look like?”

There was nothing to be nervous about. "Let's get you another one of those," the Hispanic man said and signaled to the bartender. We began chatting as I sipped on another glass of alcohol. The man sitting on my left was a tall, thin black man named Curtis. He had gone to Columbia and was now an accountant by day. He was clearly very intelligent and witty, and confident in himself. On my right was Greg, who had gone to BYU as a baseball player and become a Mormon missionary before leaving and finding a new life as a high-school gym teacher. He had dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. He was the shortest of the group, and also probably the most reserved.

-Curtis: Toots, I want to see you in that daring black lace underwire bustier with cutout panties. I blushed with an exciting grin. -Me: Just name the time and I'll be ready for you. -Curtis: Eleven should be good. Most of these guys are usually in their own zones by then. -Me: Don't disappoint me, Curtis. I truly miss you. -Curtis: I am trying to get some days off so that I can have you to myself. I will officially make you mine when I get back. Are you ready to be marked by me?

She wasn’t going to make it on time, and this was one day she couldn’t be late for. “Ms. Rumero?” A polite man in a suit stopped her in her frantic tracks. “Ready to get to work?” “Wow, Uber is fast,” she blurted out stupidly. “Wait. I didn't even open the app.” “I’m your driver, Damien,” he said. Casello sent me.” “I … what?” Everything was happening really fast, and she couldn't hope to keep up with it all. First the dress. Then the sex. Then the condo. And now a personal driver?

Carmen glared at Charlie, and she wanted to say something to keep up her appearances, but she could not say anything at all even when the words had already reached her lips. She realized that Charlie’s character was really too similar to his father, that was none other than her second brother, Curtis. Why was Curtis so famous back then? He might look like a weak scholar, but he could easily prove his strength and abilities in front of an entire army. As long as he had already decided to do something, he would never give up or fail in his mission.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

But until they had Sapphire out of whatever nightmare she’d gotten herself into, he had to tread carefully. Unlike most of the Donovans, who were tall and blond, Curtis was a short, stocky guy with shoulder-length brown hair and a goatee. He had small, kinda beady brown eyes, and a nose that looked too long for his face. At first glance, he seemed harmless enough, until you got to know what a ruthless little bastard he was. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here,” Curtis said. “I lost one of my best men because of you, and had to fire another.” Razl snorted. “If they were your best, Donovan, then you need to do some new recruiting.”

"This is my boy Mykola. Babe, say hello to Curtis Cuthbert, and you remember his sexy date, Benjamin." Curtis move to his front and Mykola greeted him with a kiss on his cheek inches away from his lips, taunting him with his own. "May I?" my sugar daddy for the weekend asked his friend, knowing what he really meant already. "Of course, only if he wants to," Baxter said with a twinkle in his eyes, then he looked at me appreciating my outfit for the night. Yes, Cuthbert had me wear the thinnest black slim-fit trousers and sheer black shirt, showing off his nipple clamps that he made me wear in the car.