House Dustin Novels & Stories

Dustin grumbled. "What? You're kidding me," Aiden laughed as he placed the dry dishes in the cupboard. "She's good for you, man. I enjoy seeing you so uncoordinated and happy. You are happy, aren't you?" "Yes, I am," Dustin smiled. "I'm the happiest I've ever been. Plus, that thing Taryn does with her back and tongue, it amazes me every time." "Alright, TMI, Dusty," Aiden gagged. "Where are the ladies?" Aiden wondered.

The previous housekeepers hadn’t possessed hearts, and they still hadn’t been able to cut it. Dustin was still mulling that over as he slowly drove up the long driveway to his house. The sheriffs cruiser was parked outside. Murmuring an apology to Jill, he shut off the car and got out, crossing the yard and taking the porch steps three at a time. Inside, a miniature version of himself met him in the hallway. ‘Joey!’ he said. For a moment, he wondered if he should hug the child, but the serious expression on his son’s face forestalled him.

I needed answers. "Of course she does" The guy had jumped in to reply before Diane could do anything. He had his hands rested on the back of a hot blonde at his side "My name's Dustin" He stretched out a hand for me and I hesitantly took it, holding firmly. "Dustin Wilson" He completed with a very wide smile. I stared at his face and realized that it was really the same Dustin Wilson, the son of a popular billionaire, Jimmy Wilson, and Diane seems to know him well.