Novel & Cerita Get The Guy

Cara spoke, shoving her phone in front of my face. Wow, that sounded weirdly professional. I kept swiping back and forth between the two guys. One of the guy looked tall, well built with dirty blonde hair and he was wearing a black leather jacket. He screamed hot and danger in all caps. The other guy had this regular boy next door vibe with brown hair and he was pretty good looking. He reminded me of Tyler for a second and my mind was already starting to compare them both. Fucking hell! When does he get out of my head?

he reported. Ten guys? I looked at my watch; it was almost midnight. She probably said that knowing that she wouldn’t get another six guys to hit on her before she left for the night! Damn, that’s crafty. Okay, I can make this work to my advantage, I just need another five guys to hit on her then I’ll make sure I’m number ten. “Yeah? Awesome! Ryan, go hit on her.” I nodded towards her. Ryan recoiled and his eyebrows knitted together. He wasn’t the type to walk up to a girl and try his luck. “What? No way!” he cried, shaking his head fiercely.

He just looked down at his shoes. "Look, I buy alcohol from here sometimes, mainly when the guys need some for a party." I looked at him, surprised. "And that works? No one IDs you?" He tucked his hands into his front pockets, shrugging helplessly. "I have my ways." I smiled, waiting for him to share those ways. "I go up to a register which looks like a cute girl is working at, flirt with her a little bit, get her number and then I magically have alcohol."

the guy asked. Cali recognized the voice; for a moment, she thought of hearing Perci's voice. She shook her head while scanning the face of the man. The guy in front of her has blue eyes, frickles, a mustache, and perm hair. There is no way Perci would be there during these times. "Give me your bank account name. I'll give you a reason to accept my offer." The guy slid his arms into his pocket.

He looks like a business man right off of the street and Abby can not help but wonder what he might be in there for. Sitting beside one of the huge men with a spider tattoo on his face and a gun tattooed on his neck, is Gabe. Running over to the bars, Abby attracts his attention. As well as, unfortunately, the attention of the other men. “Abby?” Gabe asks in surprise, as he rushes to the bars to meet her. The man are behind him, leering at her or saying lewd things, but she ignores it. “Are you okay?” She asks him, reaching through the bars to cup his face.

He even had her New Jersey twang in there. The room was silent for a minute as Jones reached out and swiped one of the cans off of the coffee table. "So, you got any plans to get out of the friend zone yet, man? Normally guys go into the friendzone and then have to work to get out to get the girl. How the hell did you do it backward? You got the girl and then got put into the friend zone."

Yes I could hire more people but money is the answer. Mark was willing to help me with everything but I didn't want to do that. He was just my friend, that just gives me good ass tips. I'm not a golddigger am I? I ask myself sometimes when he gives me the huge amount of money for my tip. Kylie thinks he's doing it to get in my pants. Hailey the new girl that had hired a few months back says that if a man is willing to give a girl like me money, just take it with no back talk. That I deserve it, especially how I look.

At first, I had thought he was one of the goons, but then what fine-looking goon was this that I hadn't seen before? "Hi," he had grinned at me as I was about to walk into the kitchen, stretching forth his hand, "Zayne Xavier here." I stood there frozen and stuck to the ground to the extent Clara had laughed, for he, this man, didn't have the aura of anyone who could handle a gun. Until he pulled off his jacket, and I saw the tattoos and the burns, but even at that, it wasn't as much as Milo's. That I had concluded that only Milo was fit for the role.

I keep my gaze lowered in Micah's chest I feel his hand on my ass, he squeezes there lightly. "I know I'm interrupting; I know. I am about to head out and I wanted to say thank you for the tip on that guy." Ryker blurts. "You're welcome. You're good." I see Micah's smirk. "Is she yours?" The guys asks and Micah nods moving my hair. "She is." He comments giving the guy a second to look at my collar. "She's beautiful." The guy compliments and I feel butterflies and goosebumps, Micah's hands on my waist tightens.