Dave Dave Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

A male voice calls from the shower in Tanner's background. I smirk as I stare at Tanner who's already blushing terribly. " Um… I don't think so, you should go ahead and shower without me. I'm trying to help Lauren." " Is that Dave?" I smile at Tanner. He bites his lip and smiles. " Aww, look at you, blushing so bad." I tease him. Dave appears on my screen next to Tanner on the bed. He's shirtless with just a towel. Oh boy is he hot? Dave is a hot Mexican brown man. Short curly hair and I must say his body is fine. Damn. Like why are all the hottest guys homosexuals?

The floors were white marble, too clean for my shoes that had just been from the Bronx. “Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Markos Petrakis,” I said to the receptionist when I got there. The receptionist eyed me up and down before giving me a questioning look. You could tell she didn’t believe me. “What’s your name?” “Hazel Thompson.” She clicked a few times on the computer before smiling and getting up. “Derek, the manager, is waiting for you in his office. That is who you will be seeing about your employment.” She said as she gestured at a door on her right.

Dave said and Nolan looked at him as if he just found hope. "Do it!" He commanded and Dave stepped down at once. Dave was an undercover agent for NorthHill Government for thirteen years, he's so skilled in fighting and killing. He's very Dangerous and those who truly kmows him fears him. Infact, to focus on the career that fate had chosen for him, he castrated himself. Such a weird and harmful man. Dave entered through the gate and soon appeared before the main door of the duplex, he knocked on the door and it opened in no time, then Michael appeared.

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.

I don't know but Michael seems like 6'5 tall and I'm like maybe five feet tall, so when I knelt in front of him his long and hard shaft hit me right in the face, I couldn't even reach his six-pack abs to lick. I swallow my saliva and I felt my heart beats faster as I stared at his dick, it was throbbing as if inviting me to suck it and I don’t have so much self-control right now to the point that I stick out my tongue and teasingly lick the tip of Michael's long and hard shaft.

He said as he smiled widely. Lingerie Shop? Chief Davey? Broken leg? In case you missed it, this man is Mason Davey.

“You just… need time to know him.” I laughed, empty and tired. “That doesn’t make any of this better.” Dave sighed and looked at the floor. Then he spoke again, and his voice sounded strained. “It was a promise.” I frowned. My heart thudded hard. “What promise?” I whispered. He hesitated. Pearl smirked beside him, enjoying every second. “Tell her,” she said. “Go on.” Dave dragged in a breath. “Years ago, I made a promise to Maxim Mcsilver,” he said. “A promise to join our families.”

I went downstairs and I saw him and Dave all dressed up. Dave was wearing a blue jean and a black top paring it with a white converse. He looks hot and young, this is the first time I am seeing him dressing casually since I got here. He looks so hot, his hair was not gelled, it was left messy on his head. So he has messy hair, he doesn't even look like a dad, he looks young and single. I looked at Dave junior and he was wearing a cream trousers with black top. He wore blue shocks with black looking expensive converse, they look so cute.

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.

Touching my head and gently patting it with one of his hands, he said, "But you don't have to be worried. This project will go on smoothly. After all, Teresa Michaelson is Dave's wife and the Michaelson family surely will help him." Teresa Michaelson is Dave's wife...