Just Some Guy Novels & Stories

‘Your stepbrother is one of my closest friends and my employer and—’ ‘This doesn’t have anything to do with Penn’ Elena protested frantically. ‘This is just between you and me, Roth’ ‘You and me? There is no you and me,’ he told her cruelly. ‘You are just a schoolgirl, Elena, whilst I am a fully adult man.’ ‘But Roth, I love you,’ Elena pleaded desperately, throwing everything she had left into one last attempt to make him see how she felt. ‘Really?’ Roth drawled mockingly. ‘How much? As much as the pop star you were ready to die for six months ago, or the pony you wanted three months before that?’

Hopeless I turned back and I made my way through the gyrating bodies who seemed to be jointed at the hip when it came to making space, several cuss words came to mind at this very predicament and I'd just had enough when I bumped into someone and spilt drinks on myself. "Dammit to hell." I cussed "Me or the drink?" He asks with a raised eyebrow and a very cocky smile. "Neither." I say. "I'm very very sorry about this." "Yeah." he says. "Looks like the drink should be in you not on you, I'm Jackson and you can say sorry to me by having drinks." "I'm sorry i don't really think I'm in the mood for-" He drags me off not listening to rest of what i had to say.

'Oh not again' I groaned silently. Jason Miller is generally known as a gossip around here, and if he's called my name, it only means he has a juicy bit of information to pass across, like who the boss is currently fucking with and all sort of stuffs, only problem right now is I don't fucking wanna listen to him, man I've problems of my own to deal with right now,

This kind person go fit make guy turn gay "Omo guy fine ooo" "Na guy abi na girl self?" "OK, I'm a guy and please where is Greg?" We looked at him surprised. "You understand us?" "Yes na. Where the guy dey?" I almost fainted. He speaks pidgin.

he said. “That’s not a good joke,” I said. “Sorry but this is how guys my age joke,” he said. Trevor is really a mood maker. In so many ways, there’s so much to love about this man who’s my age and whose job is something similar to what I do. We understand each other and things get lighter when he's around. The problem is, I only really see him as friend and confidante. I also couldn’t be falling for someone just because he’s readily available to me all the time.

“The guy is something, isn’t he?” Joshua, my cousin, muttered, sliding into the booth next to me. “One moment he doesn’t drink and the next, he’s dancing away in the middle of the most popular club in Phoenix. I have to admit, I am a great influence on people.”

"Mr. Lawson doesn't have a problem with the menu. He's not great with drinks, so I'm drinking for him." However, the guy would not back down. "Who do you think you are? I want to drink with Mr. Lawson, not you." I clenched my fists. Why did some people love to force others to drink? "Mr. Cunningham, you might not know that this is my assistant," Shane said, still smiling. However, James Cunningham was not having any of it. "It doesn't seem right for your assistant to butt in when we're drinking, Mr. Lawson. You should teach your assistant better."

Frank nudged my shoulder a little and smiled at me. We began to see men with hefty builds that were similar to Frank's carrying different materials. "Yo Bob check out this chick, damn she is hot as fuck." One worker yelled from where he was packing boxes into the construction truck. Frank frowned and took my hand in his. I narrowed my eyes at him, "it's fine, I'm used to men being dumb as fuck." I chuckled at him. "That doesn't make it right." He shook his head. "Oh looks like she's with Frank." Another worker I assumed was Bob called back at him, "damn I thought he was gay, never seen him with a chick." He said and they both laughed.

Just me and this random guy standing on the steps outside the building. He turned to me fully now, sliding his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. Up close, he was… striking. Maybe 6’2”, lean but clearly athletic. There was something oddly familiar about his face. He looked a little like Tyler. It wasn't identical, but enough that it made my stomach twist uncomfortably. “I’m Jordan ,” he said offering a hand “ Transfer student. Sorry you had to deal with that asshole"

"It'll be fun," "Are you coming in or what?" The bouncer at the door grumbled, looking pissed for no reason. "She's just a little shy," Justus gave his usual grin that worked on everyone- both men and women alike. It was easy to like Justus. He was easygoing, the heartthrob of Dane College, and my boyfriend. I would never have guessed the likes of him went to a sex club but then I wasn't surprised either.