Darry Curtis Novels & Stories

She shook her head feeling pity for him. Tara goes to her mini fridge in the office and pours a glass of orange juice. She’s so classy in her white pencil skirt and formal topped royal blue blouse. “I guess I didn’t understand how the mate bond affected us. We can’t really understand it until we experience it for ourselves.” I took the glass of orange juice that she gave me. “Hailey must be glad that he got the ass whooping for ditching his mate and fooling around you when you had already made your choice.” Tara’s soft smile paled, “Curtis was a good guy, I wished that things could have turned out differently for him.”

Curtis's voice was cold, filled with killing intent, making the air feel icy. "It was him!" the men pointed at Kiran. Curtis's piercing gaze fell on Kiran, his expression shifting from anger to a smile. The crowd was stunned. Kiran thought, "Could Curtis Barr like men?"