It Is Wednesday My Dudes Novels & Stories

Aw, poor me. "Oh, come on! What? It's April 1st, isn't it?" I emphasized with a big smile and looked at them one by one. "We know, but it's not a good time to joke around like that! We were so worried about you! And you are just going to… ugh!" Vidia asserted and let out a breath of anger. "Oh, okay. I'm sorry. But, hey, where are Adam and Wendy?" I uttered and asked about my homies.

one of them asked the other. “Candy,” his friend answered. “She can give head like no one else can.” Ew. Their conversation made me feel sick to my stomach. “I’m thinking of Vanessa. She’s still very tight.” The two men laughed, and I had to restrain myself from clawing out their eyes. “Did you hear that Sunday’s deal was changed from 3rd Street to 1st?” one of the men asked his friend. Daniel and I shared a knowing look. “Is it the same plan as usual?”

ISABEL Friday check-ins have become sacred. Whatever else happens during the week, the jealousy flares, the control struggles, the walls and the cracks in them. Friday evenings at my apartment are where we put everything on the table. All four of us. Wine, honesty, and no armor allowed. I've tidied up, ordered food that's sitting warm in the kitchen, opened a good bottle of red. They arrive together tonight which still feels slightly surreal, these three men who share a penthouse and a business and now share me, arriving at my door as a unit.

It’s now Friday and I’ve gotten the first week officially over with. I’m completely defeated by the bullshit every day has brought on. Today is the day I meet up with Chase. It’ll be nice to see a familiar face and to leave this god-forsaken place for a few hours.

I said as I folded my arms under my chest making my necklace turn in the bulge of my cleavage. Zach just snickered at me. We were silent till we reached the club. It might have only been Sunday but this place was busy. Apparently lady’s night is Wednesday and Sundays. Suddenly I felt very lively! I was ready to get in and have a drink and relax. I felt good.

"You spend every evening with me except Wednesdays, I just want to know more about you, we are literally next door neighbors and...I want us to be more friends than casuals." Vada melted at that request, she never knew Liam would like her that much to want to spend time with her, she actually wanted to taste and rate his food and couldn't say no to that offer, but then... "Why did you exclude Wednesdays? everyone seems to be observing personal businesses on Wednesdays lately." Liam adjusted and his adam's apple moved up and down at the thought of that question. "Because I am always busy on Wednesdays, work loads you know."

"This week. Not work. Just coffee." He looked at me. "Yes," he said. "Wednesday." "Wednesday." I went back to washing up. He stayed and dried. Neither of us made anything of it.

“Until we prove ‘just us’ isn’t 3 weeks. It’s always.” _Thump._ “Always,” Adrian said. _Beep. Beep. Beep._ Midnight. My watch. April 27th. Day 22. Not 3 AM. Not fear. Just us.

And basically everybody who came to watch the fight. This is why Monday gets a lot of hate from almost every single person in the planet. Monday always give them a preconceived anxiety. Monday is like a tsunami waiting to smash every single person hanging out at the beach front. I personally don’t have any vendetta about Mondays but now I think I’m starting to conjure one. *** “How are you feeling today?” Wednesday asked and patted my forehead the moment I joined her and my dad for breakfast. “I feel fine.” I replied as I start to put food on my plate.

I demanded and he chuckled hoarsely before responding, "You don't ask and see the boss like he's your henchman or something. What do you want?" "I want to speak to him" Speaking to a henchman would not help my situation at the moment. He only took instructions from his master. "You'll have to wait until the morning. Don't scream me to wake again" The macho warned before turning to stroll away when I ask quickly, "What's today?" I just found out it's night from the way he spoke but yet to decode the time of the week. "It's Wednesday, Miss. Before you ask more questions, you've been here for ten days, tomorrow makes it eleven. You can't survive forever"