Good Directions Billy Currington Novels & Stories

she said. Matt determined she was telling the truth. “What can you tell me about the DJ, Billy?” Barb giggled. “Oh, Sheriff, he’s not a real DJ. When Billy parties, he likes to go all out. Most of the popular DJs know him. He helped us get that guy last night at the last minute. They were old friends.” “How nice of him to do that. If Billy is not a DJ, then what does he do for a living?” “He’s a business consultant from New York. Jodi met him in college and they’ve been long distance friends ever since.”

Taylor smiled hesitantly back at him. “Go on, you lucky hussy,” Riley pushed Taylor forward. “Two for the price of one. Go make a sandwich.” Taylor slowly approached Darren and Billy. Billy’s eyes were on Taylor, wide and wanting, and Darren continued to stare down at Billy, holding his shoulders and taking in every detail like he was trying to commit his second mate’s face to memory.

The guy is bound to be massive down there, but fighting Courtney over this man isn't worth it. Billy is nothing special; I will find someone else to fuck. It will save me the trouble of having to worry about catching an STD. Much like me, Billy doesn't do love; instead, he fucks around like a slut. "What's the harm in letting her know?" Billy asks. "You're so mean, Billy..." Billy laughs when Courtney grumpily stomps away towards the kitchen. I catch him checking out her thick rear end and roll my eyes, men.

"No he gave us your code and we pulled out" "I see, just keep your eyes and ears open, you might find something out of the blues. "Yes sir will do sir. "Good, you have to go, get going, your exam will soon be begins. "Yes sir" he said and walked away from the office. Billy has been one of the trusted ally of the director general of the school for a very long time right from the time he was in the junior blocks. He was part of the team that did the arrangements of the Killing of the last prefect members.

••••♠️RYAN♠️ Down in the basement, I dialed Billy's number. Like always, he does a great job and he is a reliable person. He picked shortly."Wassup my homie g", he greeted. "Favorable. I can see what you did here, the dame." I said. He chuckled.

Priscilla winks at him and I thank her for all her help before pulling Billy out of the shop and down the street. The planning is less romantic than its made out to be, a lot of form filling in and ID checking, but finally we have a time booked in for eight o'clock that night, so Billy suggests going back to the hotel to eat and relax until it's time to go. Billy gets ready quickly, leaving the bathroom and bedroom free for me while he goes on a "special secret mission" and once I've showered, shaved and spritzed myself from head to toe, I slip into the dress and slide my feet into the shoes. The moment Billy steps back into the room I'm struck dumb by how handsome he looks. A striking dark

I tried to sound as calm as possible even though it was hard due to my nerves acting up. “Hmm,” He mumbled under his breath. “I guess so.” He shrugged and then returned back to walking down the path we were on. “I’m Billy, by the way. I live not too far from here. I normally hunt deer and other wild animals in this forest by this time. That was how I was able to run into you,” He scoffed the words out gently. “Nice to meet you, Billy.” My voice came out calm and collected. “There it is!” He pointed at a cabin, and from a short distance behind it, I could see that there was a road with cars driving at a decent amount of speed.

"Joba hurry up! ,we're starting anytime soon. Benjamin shouted from the other side of the door. "Guy I dey come. I go soon finish. [ Guy I'm coming, I will soon finish]" I shouted back "Just be quick" he says. I had a feeling that he knew I was just waking up

Billy hit the dirt, howling. Colton dragged him up by the collar. “You’re done.” We threw him in the back of an armored SUV and drove to a secure location. off-grid and merciless. The room was white. Cold. Sterile. Billy was cuffed to a chair, lip split, eye swelling. He sneered. “You got money, Sinclair. But no real power.” I leaned in. “You should pray I stay rich. Because the moment I stop caring about money, I start caring about pain.”

Billy nodded once and walked out of the bar without looking back. The truth was simple, Billy had a ban in LA.He could not enter the city, well not without triggering consequences he had worked too hard to avoid. He stepped outside into the cold night air and pulled out his phone. Then he dialed a number. The line connected quickly. “Yeah?” a voice answered. “I want you to do something for me,” Billy said calmly. “There’s someone in LA.” He gave no more details out loud. Just enough.Then he hung up. —