Going To Meet The Man Novels & Stories

"It's done. The men will meet us at the warehouse. We move tonight." I stand. "Let's go."

“Meet me at Amy's Diner tomorrow by ten tomorrow morning. You better show up.” Lincoln switched off his phone and then gulped. “What have I gotten myself into?”

His words were concise and intriguing: "We need to meet, I've found something regarding the financial discrepancies, what time will you be free?" I quickly type out a response, my fingers flying across the screen. "Let's meet at Black Ace by 12." I hit send, feeling a sense of anticipation building within me. What could Mr. Harris have uncovered about the financial discrepancies that required an in-person meeting? I couldn't help but wonder what the morning's meeting would reveal.

he asked the man. “I will text you instructions on where to find me. Meet me there in an hour, and we can determine how best to proceed,” the man said before he hung up. I looked to Eric, who tucked his phone in his pocket. “We are not seriously going to listen to this stranger, are we?” I asked Eric as we entered the house.

he said and rose up. "I'm sure you know your way, I will be waiting by the stairs," he said and walked away. Nicole struggled to get up. She blinked hard and tried to regain her composure, she won't ruin her makeup for a bastard like him. Soon she joined Trevor and they joined the crowd with their hands interlacing.

He added after a while of silence. “That’s fine,” I shrugged as I picked up a pen and paper, “call out the address and I should meet you there in, let's say twenty minutes?” I added. The man called out the address for me and I scribbled it on the piece of paper that I’d picked out already. Hanging up the call, I silently hoped that something good was going to come out of this meeting. He’s a potential person so I’d decided to discuss the company with him and also ask for his help in running the new branch.

He is doing the careful thing of a man who is in love with a woman and who is going to meet the woman's father tomorrow and who is going to bring two beers and who is going to be a man about it. Okay, he says. Two beers. I am sitting in a kitchen. I am in a man's t-shirt. I am in a man's apartment. I am in love with a man. I am in love with a man who is in love with me. I am a person who is going to take a man to meet her parents. I am a person who is going to do it tomorrow. I am a person who is going to do it in the careful way of a person who is in love with a man and who is going to be a person about it.

what seemed to be a person's figure? “It’s the man who's been following me!” My eyes widened and he returned the look with a surprised expression. "I’ve been waiting for you," he said, his voice echoing off the brick walls of the alley. My heart was still pounding, but I tried to focus on outsmarting him. "Waiting for me? What do you want?" I asked with an unnoticeably shaky voice. The man took a step closer, his expression hard to read under his sunglasses and wide-brimmed hat. "I have been sent to bring you to Mr. Johnson. He would like to meet with you.”

He pauses for a second. "Is everything okay?" I inquire, a smidget of worry creases across my brow about whatever he is about to disclose. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine." The man sighs. "It's just that I'll have to meet you at the hotel. I'm a little... tied up here. Dave will pick you up at five. I'll text you his number." The charity ball… dinner thing. I totally forgot. "Oh. I'm glad you're fine though."

Fucking her and getting her to attend the Banquet I mean. Looks like I would be spine-pounding afterall “Meet me in the shower. We’ll get ready together…”