Dave Dave Michael Jackson Comparison Novels & Stories

Dave gave a sign toward them with his glass, his voice dripping with a disgusting, privileged arrogance. "Pick your poison, Jackson. The Millers always have the best 'strays' on hand. Consider it a gift from one Alpha-in-waiting to another." Jackson looked at the line-up of girls, then back at Dave's grinning, bruised face. He thought of Silver's closed window. He thought of her rejection. "Which one is the filthiest, Dave?" Jackson asked, his voice turning cold as he reached for his drink. "All of them," Dave laughed. "They're just like the one back at my house. Built to be broken."

I replied simply. He was attractive, certainly. Tall, broad-shouldered, with an easy confidence that spoke of his Alpha status. But even as I assessed him, I couldn't help making comparisons to Theo. Dave lacked the commanding presence that Theo carried effortlessly, the quiet intensity that made a room shift when he entered it. Still, he was here, he was interested, and I was determined to forget Theo Valmont for at least one night. "Can I buy you a drink?" Dave asked, gesturing to my nearly empty glass.

He acted as if David was his friend and not his Boss. "Hey, don't be like that Jackson. You're embarrassing Boss." teased Don. Seeing David smiling, Don and Jackson also smiled broadly. They were happy because Boss, who had only relied on Adele, could now rely on the two of them again. David then put out his cigar, which was still half a stick, and looked at Don and Jackson alternately with a smile still on his face. "This is the difference between Adele and you guys. Adele has quality, and you guys do not!" said David in a cold tone. David's words instantly put a smile on Don's and Jackson's faces.

Dave would squeeze my thighs every time he got excited about something or the replay of the knockout. Dave said, "I gotta go take a piss. Do you need anything while I'm up?" My reply surprised me as much as it did Dave, "I'm really comfortable. Are you sure you need to go that badly?" Mike replied, "UHOH! Someone isn't gonna make it to the main event tonight."

She was his savior from the possibility of being single for the rest of his life. Tyler chuckled at his response. Dave sounded cursing at him but in a friendly way. “I hope I find a woman like Anna, too,” he said, leaning back against the back of the chair. “Don’t. Never look for someone to compare with Anna or other women. You know women never like being compared to each other. Try to find your woman, the only one that suits you.” Dave blurted out in long sentences.

“Single?” I chuckled. He was way too straightforward. “Wouldn’t let you sit with me if I wasn’t,” I replied. “Cool. I’m Dave.” I took a sip of my mojito and studied his face. There was an intimidating aura about him, but his smile was the exact opposite—friendly and almost angelic. His skin was beautifully tanned. We were about the same build, though I could tell he was slightly taller than me. Damn, definitely my type.

The stretcher rolled away as Dave faked a moan. Then, it just clicked into place. It was all Dave's plan just to get Jackson into trouble. He knew about Jackson's violent nature and his bad temper and he'd taken advantage of it. How crazy was Mad-Dave on the scale of one to ten? I'd say a hundred.

Zack felt even more confused. “Dave, you know that you are the greatest of them all in my eyes. But, why are you comparing yourself to them?“ He asked. He was shocked by the look on the man's face! Dave was always so calm about everything. Why did it look like he was about to cry today? “Then? Don't you think that I can take good care of Mia?“ Dave asked. He had felt so bad when he saw his dad trying to match Mia with other men when he was just there.

Dave must’ve noticed her sadness as well because he grabs her hand and says simply, “I’m gonna be real with you honey. That man has no ass, has ramen noodles for hair and is ugly as fuck.” She snorts and starts to laugh heartily. She then wipes a tear from her right eye with her sleeve and looks at Dave appreciatively. “Thank you. I needed that,” she says and Dave nods. “And another thing too: you’re Britney fucking Carey! Remember that girl, because everyone else will. You’re a living legend!” Dave adds and Britney smiles but looks down, as if she doesn’t fully believe this.

What do you think is wrong with DAVE? XOXO.