Goodnight Mr Pocket Novels & Stories

"Good sleep?" A voice said, waking her fully from her snooze . She opened her eyes from her dizzy sleep and looked at the other side of the room, A captivating man was sitting on the fancy couch close to the bed with both legs crossed. He looked well built through his robes, like a man who was desired by many. But still covered with his mask.. "Good morning" he said, grabbing on a glass of wine close to him Laura bit her lips shyly as she replied " Good morning Mr..A "

Okay, so maybe he was right, but would it kill him to have the civility not to mock me for what I went through? "Mr. Jethro, you should go back to sleep instead of wasting your time here. Good night," I said and laid back down on the couch. He snickered lightly. "Sure. I saw the curtains billow on their own though there wasn’t any wind though. Looked like a shadow, and I don’t think it was yours." He turned and went back into the bedroom.

Peterman piped in before Dennis could speak. " Yes Dennis, thank God Ace was there just in time," Mr. Peterman said. They spent the next few minutes chatting happily until someone cleared his throat. All eyes moved to the direction and they saw Ace walking inside with a huge Mickey Mouse stuffie. "Uncle Damion.....you brought Mickey with you," Dennis squealed in excitement. " Yes little guy, Mickey is here to tell you to get well soon and not give mummy too much trouble," Damian said, handing the toy to Dennis.

~Adrian~ Waking up to the insistent ringing of my phone, I squinted my eyes open weakly as I yawned. Stretching my hands towards the table, I grabbed my phone, pulling it close to my ear as I answered coldly, “Yes.” “Good morning Mr. Steele, we apologize for the flight delay. It was a misinformation; you’re set to take off by twelve-thirty this afternoon,” the director of the airport stated. Hearing his words, I ended the call abruptly, as I kept my phone aside. Looking to the side of the bed, my eyes widened in disbelief as I was met with an empty bed.

I bit my lower lip, whispering to myself. ‘Did he sleep there?’ My inner mind asked, but before I could think of answering, I spun around and ran towards the room. My feet seemed to move faster than my mind. ‘Please, please let him be okay,’ I begged silently. I pushed open the door, making my heart drop. Mr. Graham was lying on the cold, hard tiles. Motionless. “Sir!” I screamed, rushing to his side. I dropped to my knees, my hands trembling as I lifted his head on my lap. His skin was cold. His phone was lying beside him, with numerous missed calls displaying on its screen.

The next thing I knew, the world was spinning into darkness, and soon it was all gone. When I opened my eyes again, morning light burned through the curtains and my headache was punishment enough.” I got out of bed to prepare for work and almost screamed. There was someone on my bed, a guy at that! That was when the memories of last night filled my head. I was naked on the bed, we really did it last night and I have no memory of it. I will think of this later. For now, I just have to get out. So I did and I just left him with all the cash I had and left a note apologizing about last night as he dashed home.