House Dustin の小説・ストーリー

Acid drip within me. "Yes." aniya. It took me a long time to answer. I'm in torn if I will continue chatting with him or not. I hang for awhile, before continue. "Are you still there." he said calmly. I paused a little bit. "Yes." I'm almost sound hysterical. Unbeknownst to me, we had reached home. I stepped back a bit to pick up the gear. My every move lasted, as he listened to me on the other line.

Still wet, he answers the phone; “Ey”, “Carmen filled me in on what happened. I can’t believe that asshole”, an upset Dustin says “Yeah. Doesn’t matter”, “I’m glad you didn’t retaliate. Although it wouldn’t have been the worst thing to happen”, Dash laughs lightly at this as he heads into the bedroom and fetches something to wear.

Dawson’s eyes. My phone vibrates in my hand and I shoot up. It’s Weston, and for a split second, I’m scared to answer. “Hello?” My voice is shaky and thin. “Hey.” He’s not yelling. Not telling me to fuck off or run away and never return. “She’s finally gone…for now. I’m changing into pajamas and will head back. What do you want me to bring for you?” Wait, what? He’s not mad. Does he not know? Did I get a Christmas miracle in No-fucking-vember?

JT There is a knock on my office door. I pause my paperwork, commanding the person to enter. "Mr. Brandt, a guy is looking for you. I left him at the bar because I didn't know if you would welcome being bothered," Dustin says. Dustin is one of my dancers, however, he also works as a server on nights he isn't dancing. The nineteen-year-old has shown he has a great work ethic. He is naïve, quiet, and at first unconfident, but he has gotten better at being bold since he started working here about three months ago. I'm proud of how far the timid boy has come. I realize the boy needs someone who can take care of him. He seems more interested in men than women, so I think a Daddy Dom would be perf

Why are you targeting us? "You can only blame yourselves for being too ruthless and leaving no room for others. That's why Mr. Ziegler resorted to little tricks to give you a little warning," Connor replied indifferently. Jasmine's expression changed drastically. "Dustin? The underground king of Azure City?" She remembered her grandfather Douglas mentioning him once. The Smith family was prominent in Centropolis, and usually didn't pay attention to such local thugs. However, Dustin was different. He was a well-known figure, influential and powerful. There were rumors that half the underground kings in Aston State cities were his sworn brothers. With just one word, Dustin could rally numerous

He has always been there for me. “I don’t know. I have a lot to do tonight, D. Maybe- “ “Oh, no you don’t! Don’t even finish that sentence, Tara. I know you, remember? You are probably locking the doors to the store right now and heading home for a night with Ben & Jerry. Though I admit they are good, they are not good enough to keep hiding behind every weekend. You have to live and get out of the house.” Dustin was fuming now. I had royally pissed him off. “And furthermore, you will be there, and you will have a good night, if I have to go get you and drag you there kicking and screaming and you know I will.”

Tyson I have known Dustin since I was a naive little child, living in a colorful, bright world of my own. This makes me privileged—because I can tell when something is not right with him. But it’s not often. Dustin is like a block of ice that never cracks. He holds everything inside, pretends to be a jerk, and does everything in silence—plans in silence, suffers in silence, gets back on his feet in silence. I have never doubted that he will not stay down for a long time. Except for one time before and this time.

“Leave my girlfriend out of this. And you’d better apologize for calling her a whore.” “Girlfriend, huh?” Dustin swayed as he tried to raise his eyebrows. Unfocused eyes sought her out behind me. “Poor little gold-digging slut probably thinks if she keeps giving herself to you on a silver platter she’ll be safe. Newsflash honey, he’s an asshole. He’s not gonna stick around. As soon as he’s done sticking it in you, he’ll be gone. You can’t trust him. He’ll chase your bony ass away just like he did mine.”

he said without a hint of repent in his voice. "I am not a damsel in distress, Stav. I don't want you to save me from anyone," I snapped at him. I was about to say more when I heard two sets of footsteps enter the living room. Angling my neck, I found Dustun standing near the entrance of the living room. My eyes widened in surprise on finding him inside my house. He stood there confused, his gaze switching between Stav and me a few times before finally landing on me. "Go," I said to Stav in a hushed voice. Rolling his eyes, he walked past Dustin out of my apartment, leaving us standing there awkwardly.

A laughter erupts inside me. Dustin to say the truth is rich to the point that he doesn't know what to do with his money any longer, he's the richest among his siblings. He doesn't know what to spend his money on again but I'm very glad he does a lot of charity and also spends it on me. I'm literally not a nanny to him any longer but his mate, same with his siblings. As per what he told me, he has millions of children and widows with the disabled all inclusive under his sponsorship every year. As a multi-billionaire, he takes care of them all. I especially took interest in the victims of domestic violence.