Debbie And Derek Novels & Stories

I tell him starting the coffee maker. "Yeah. I’ll bring Pres and Jess..." he says. I roll my eyes, of course he invites the two of the biggest gossips known to man. “Right, how about Deac and Dec come instead…” I suggest. "The Deacon and Declan are on vacation." He tells me. "Sure..." sarcasm could be heard in my voice. “Can’t wait to see the drama.” Derek says all giddy. “I’m so glad my life is one big joke to you?” I say sarcastically.

Dani was pissed that these two had always been late. Derick turned around and saw the two models grinning and holding hands while they walked towards them. "Ok, OK bye Dee, see you at home," Derick said hurriedly as he quickly entered the waiting cab. She didn't think much about how hasty he became. The two girls finally reached up to Dee and greeted her. "Hi ladies, You're late again," she announced. “Do you want to lose this gig?" "Oh no Ms. Delaney, we need this job," Stella stated.

She accepted the challenge. It's a pretty insignificant bet. But both were serious to the point of shaking hands as a sign of a deal. That's how they are, Debbie and Eric are like cats and dogs never get along. The little things make them argue, angry and get sick of each other but not to the point of hate till now. ***

“Who is Derek? “Lorena raises an eyebrow. “My boss... “I say. “Who is the masked stranger? “Lorena asks, confused. “Holy God, Lorena! “Debora screams. “Dereck is the assistant who is the masked stranger! They are the same person! Lorena stops for a few seconds and nods her head positively, showing that she understands. I put my hand over my head, I'm so embarrassed. “ Oh, right! So it's no longer the masked unknown, it's the masked known! “Lorena laughs. Debora laughs even louder, while Lorena opens her mouth in shock and still processing what I just confirmed. “Is he good in bed? How much did you say it looked like? “Debora asks curiously. “The matter is serious! I wanted to go back in time

“Derek. You’ll be a good hostess, won’t you?” I knew what that meant. They arrived around eight. Derek was forty, built solid like Connor, short dark hair going gray at the temples, married but his wife was visiting family out of state. He shook my hand when Connor introduced me—his palm rough, grip firm—and his eyes lingered a second too long on the thin straps of my sundress. They sat in the living room—beers in hand—talking about old deployments and football. I brought them snacks—pretzels, chips—bent over the coffee table a little longer than necessary.

Not today girl, I wasn’t going to look like a clash today. By the time we stepped out of the room, Elara’s arm was looped through mine, her chatter filling the hallway. I let her drag me along, the picture of two friends about to spend a carefree afternoon. My stomach, however, remained tight with the weight of what I knew and I was conscious of everything that was going on. The door creaked open, sunlight spilling across the large pack house windows and there, in an awkward looking trouser, stood Derek. You see, Derek had always had plans of becoming a model, he and his twin sister Daniella, but they hadn’t gotten any gigs yet.

I had to have faith that everything would work out. Even if Jaxon still hadn’t returned the signed contract. Derek finally tore himself away from Vera long enough to give me a perfunctory kiss on the cheek, and I returned it dutifully as my wolf huffed with disappointment. I would have to get used to that, at least for now. “Well,” said Vera, “Mom and I just stopped by to drop off all our new things. We’re going back out to check on the venue plans for the wedding. Derek, would you like to come with us?”

Then, he briefly touched the frame and turned away. Derek was still in the front row. Gabby had stepped away for a moment to speak with Vivian, leaving him alone with his elbows on his knees, staring at the ground. I walked over and sat beside him. For a while we didn’t speak. The shared quiet felt easier than trying to fill it. “She would’ve hated how quiet this is,” Derek said eventually. His voice was rough. “She liked noise. People talking over each other. Music too loud.” “She did,” I said with a sad smile. “She would’ve told us we were being too serious and then made some joke to break it.”

“But, I’m not sure what Christopher has in mind for New Year’s.” “Please take the tickets, anyway,” Derek said. “He might want to come.” I doubt it. He’s not the nightclub type. But, she took the tickets, anyway. “Thank you.” “I hope to see you ladies there,” Derek said with a sparkling smile. “Have a great afternoon.” “You, too,” Selena said. “Bye,” Beverly said in a high-pitched tone as she watched him walk away. “Mmm mmm. He’s good enough to eat.”

his father remembered. “Of course, you remember that,” his mother grumbled. His father’s head snapped over to her. “Let’s get to the heart of the matter,” Deidre said quickly before anything else was said between their parents. “Derek, everything that happened last night Beverly wrote about in her article. That’s what this is about.” “Ah, damn!” Derek shouted. “That’s just great.” He had a subscription to The N.Y. but he hadn’t had a chance to read it this morning. He wanted to eat breakfast and get to Lenox to see Chelsea.