Five More Hours By Chris Brown Novels & Stories

The tired reply came, making Hunter frown. “Why what happened?” He asked, suspiciously. “Mr. Brown ordered me back in two days.” The person whined, complaining about Charles. “What?” The suspicious tone turned into a shocked one and he asked doubtfully. “Why and when did he contact you?” “Today only, Hunter. And the reason he gave me can’t be any more unreasonable. He said I should get back in two days because he has things planned for me that are apparently more important than my final projects. And he can’t postpone them, so I should skip my work.” Growled the person, sounding highly pissed.

There was no way, nooo way he was going to miss out on a free drink and a girl. "Sooo Chris, I'm gonna go get that drink. Mind if I take an hour or so." Chris didn't pick up his head and just waved his hand as if shooing him away. "I only got a twenty minute break." The girl announced. "Sweetheart it's been a while, I only need five minutes! Twenty is plenty!"

he whispered. “A little. What if Marc forbids it?” Chris reached up, stroking Jaxson’s stubble. “We’ll figure it out, you better go before someone comes down,” Jaxson stated reluctantly. “Yeah,” Chris breathed through a sigh. He reached up and yanked Jaxson down beside him, “Five more minutes.” “Five more minutes,” Jaxson confirmed.

She gave me the laptop and I sat straight, ready to type. I can’t use the code language here, otherwise, she will know I messaged her, so… “Ms. Heather Blue. Actually Mr. Brown is considering a meeting with you at his workplace soon. I would like to know your free time so that we can set up an appointment. Regards, Ashley Jones Personal Assistant Mr. Chris Brown The Brown Association” And I sent it. “You sent it with my name?” She asked me as she read it. “Or should I have done it with mine?”

He returned the thermometer and went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water and brought it back and placed it on the nightstand next to Heather. “Busy day, I guess.” Chris thought. Chris was now both emotionally and physically exhausted. He decided he had enough of today and went to bed. Sunday: Project HLR launch -12:00:00 Chris woke up to an empty room. The time was 6:15. He was supposed to be awake fifteen minutes ago. He quickly got dressed and ran to the front of the house. “Look who’s finally awake,” said Francis, carrying a large box. “We are leaving in five minutes. Lunch has been packed and we’ll stop somewhere to pick up some fast food for breakfast.”

The next day, I woke up early even though I was a little annoyed from sleeping because of that grumpy guy. I'm in the living room now with Ash and the three of them are standing in front of me. They look so handsome standing in front of me because they're wearing suits because they're going to their company today, which is the Knights Advertising Company. It's undeniable that the three Five Knights are really handsome, but Ash really stands out in my eyes because he's kind to me.

And then he ventured timidly, “Erm, five?” Ibukun could barely stop the sigh of frustration that threatened to escape. It was a hot Saturday afternoon, and even braving the fiery sun and going out of their small flat to get what little air the atmosphere had to offer had very little profit; Ibukun still felt sweat running down her back. It was her first free day in weeks; her mother had ordered her to stay at home and help Tade with his homework, and she had gratefully accepted. But she didn’t know it was going to be this tedious. Rather than just telling him the answers, she wanted him to understand, but that was proving to be almost impossible. They were on just their second question and a

“My boss called ten minutes ago and he needs me at the office right away. Something about the San Francisco deal hitting a snag. I have to go in for at least a few hours to straighten it out.” He barely touched the food I put in front of him. He didn't even sit down in his chair. He just stood there and grabbed a few of the almond cookies I had baked the day before and popped one into his mouth with a quick wink. He looked like the perfect picture of a hard-working man who was only leaving because he had to. He was playing the part of the provider perfectly and I could see Rosa soaking it up. “What about Evelyn?” I asked. My voice felt small in the big kitchen. “Lunch is at one o'clock. You

I sat down on the chair in front of his desk as I averted my eyes to him. He handed me a couple of papers and a flash drive. "Read through all of these contracts and sign the ones you see best fit. I'm too lazy to do them myself. They're not that important, anyway," he said, shrugging. "And the flash drive. That flash drive is filled with documents and contracts, read through all of them and edit them in any way needed. I need them by 5 p.m. You better not fuck any of it up," he finished, practically spitting out the last part. I stiffened up and nodded, keeping my mouth shut.

Forever. Chris.