Guy Glowing At Table Novels & Stories

I pointed to the golden glass table in between the couches. "Woah!" The people around said surprisedly. "So feisty! How on Earth did you tame her man?" Another asked Wesley who was just staring at me. He didn't even ask to me sit down. I just stood there like some sort of show to all of them. "Forget her. Who's up for some shots?!" He shouted proudly and some of the multitudes of people dancing were all turning to his direction but they were all blocked from accessing the place by some big, huge men in black.

The gazebo was lit with fairylights, a small table with a large vase of pink roses sat in the centre. "do you like it?" he asked, pulling me towards it. "it's beautiful... but there's no way you did this by yourself" I responded. As we reached the table he pulled my chair out before allowing me to sit. Who was this gentleman? He sat across from me, a cheeky grin on his lips. "so.." he began "are you happy I chose you?" "I was surprised." I said curtly. He glared at me, before standing to pour the wine into the glasses. "why?"

“Guys, come on, it's even sunset!” Lisa appeared at my elbow before I could open my mouth. “You see this coming?” She asked. I grinned, already hopping off the stool. “I know. Let’s do this!” We dove in. I carried trays of tequila sunrises, whiskey sours and lemon drops to the big table near the dartboards. I was in the zone until I hit Table Four. Matt. There’s always a Matt. He was young, wore too much cologne, and looked like he’d spent his entire paycheck on a haircut he didn't deserve.

“Fine. I’ll add him too! He’s your boyfriend of five years. I’m giving you a chance to win him back. Do you want it or not?” I rejected that immediately. “No need. The gold is enough. I don’t want the guy.” Who ate something and spat it back out just to swallow it again? Disgusting. We started rolling again. This time, Taylor couldn’t get her usual numbers. She rolled a five, a six, a two, and three threes—only twenty-two points total. As for me, I had also slipped up. Two sixes, two ones, a five, and a three—also twenty-two.

“I’m fine, I can eat another potion if I want to.” “What?! Are you keeping a pot in your stomach?!” I exclaimed. She laughed. Then I felt someone’s gaze on me. I turned and saw that crazy guy and his friends sitting round a table few meters away from ours. He’s glaring at me as if I committed an offense. I turned back to Joyce. “Joyce, why is that crazy guy glaring at me?” Joyce tilts her head and looked towards his direction, she quickly looked away. “He’s not glaring.” she replied.

The boys look at each other, before Damon shrugs his shoulders. “I will bring you the shooter menu” Damon says. While we wait for Damon to return, I look out over the dancefloor which is stacked with partners sensually kissing and grinding against each other to the rhythm of the music. People are wearing all kinds of glow- in -the -dark glasses and bracelets.

“He’s right over there, with the combover.” I grimace at the greasy-looking man with his hand creeping toward his belt as he watches the dancers. Then, I grab a glowing shot from a waiter and plaster on a stupid grin. Gianna leads me over to the table, and I try to tumble into one of the seats like I’m a little drunk. The heels make it easy. He eyes me from head to toe, arching a brow as his gaze lingers on my breasts. I wish I could take a shower. I clutch my purse.

The corner table—the peanut gallery of regulars—swiveled in unison. "So, Boss?" Jax, a guy in a worn leather jacket, leaned back and blew a plume of vapor toward the ceiling. "Did you secure the date, or are we still in the 'it’s complicated' phase?" "Look at that glow!" someone else shouted, pointing a teaspoon at me. "That’s the 'I just survived the family introductions' glow!" Gareth’s face went from stoic to a shade of crimson that rivaled a dark roast. He massaged the bridge of his nose, letting out a long, suffering sigh.

"We're really sorry but if it's fine, can you wait for a bit longer?" "Then what about that side? Seems like the table is free, might I ask if I can share the table?" I feel like someone else's gaze is at me? Still I continue to scan the sweets printed on this fancy paper. "Excuse me, Miss?" I looked up and saw a handsome man in front of me. I literally dropped my jaw. "Uh? Me?" Just to make sure, I pointed to myself. Who is this handsome guy, is he an actor or a model?!

You'd never be able to pay for the damage even if you sold all you had! My hands scraped and started to bleed from the rough ground. I could not help but gaze at Jasmine. She sauntered over, all grace and disdain. She spoke up, as if she was doing me a favor, "You want a closer look? Go ahead, crawl in." I grabbed two sticks to prop myself up and followed her inside. My eyes swept over the antique paintings and luxurious furniture that should have been mine. There were remnants of a lobster feast on the table. It brought back memories of scrimping to help my brothers, surviving on a single bun a day, quenching hunger with gulps of water.