Novel & Cerita Just Some Guy

A human. She turned around to see a young man in his late thirties she could barely recognize; she only knew he was a lecturer in the school. "You look bothered." He had a weird smile on his face that ticked her off. She turned back around, ignoring him. "Sorry if I'm intruding. It was hard not to notice. My name's Justus." She didn't respond. "Rude." He continued, "Quite rude when I have your secret in the palm of my hands."

And show him my glass. "I'm Lucas by the way." he pulls and holds his hand out for a shake. "I'm Courtney," I reply and place my hand in his. He was a really handsome man. He was tall and when I say tall, very tall. He had brown eyes, which were quite intimidating. His hair was styled with some gel. He had a sharp jawline and nose. He had quite a few rings on his fingers. He didn't seem like a normal man. He seemed to be rich. He was wearing a grey suit and from what I know, that was from Dolce & Gabbana. What was he doing here?

I returned to my senses and quickly said, "Now, now, let's not be rash. Don't mess with my wife's childhood sweetheart. What if she gets mad at me?" As soon as I said that, my friends stared at me like I'd sprouted a second head. Someone remarked, "Elliot, you're a model husband." Everyone gave me a thumbs-up, but I saw the disdain in their eyes. I couldn't be bothered to explain myself. They wouldn't get it, anyway. Just then, the song I'd picked came up, and I started crooning. "Later, I finally learned to love, but you were already gone…" I was just gearing up for the climax when a loud bang stole everyone's attention. The private room's door had flown open.

He stepped forward, sweat pouring down his face, his voice trembling as he made one last desperate attempt. "M-Mr. Mahoney, what are you talking about? Ms. Norton isn't here. Look, a con woman did show up here today, but we've already—" "Con woman?" Derek shot upright and seized Bruce by the collar in a death grip, yanking his nearly 200-pound body up onto its tiptoes. Derek was normally the most mild-mannered, buttoned-up guy one'd ever meet. But right now, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was shaking.

he asked, sounding impatient. Amidst drunkenness and mess of my emotions, a reckless idea sparked. “Hey… sleep with me!” The man stiffened, then instantly let go. I landed on the floor with a painful thump. “Ouch!” “No,” he said firmly. “I’m not sleeping with someone who can barely stand.” “But, I’m not drunk!” I blinked hard. “Okay… maybe I was… but, not anymore.” “Even if you weren’t drunk,” he shot back, “I wouldn’t just…do that. You don’t even know me.”

Was the first thing Mackenzie said as we started trading food without even looking down "Well, he has tattoos. He has a lot of tattoos, everywhere," I say slightly daydreaming about him, "A small nose ring, and dark brown hair," I tell her, "And he has muscles, like Hulk," I compare him, using my hands to show the size of his muscles "Only you would compare that God to Hulk," Amber-Rose laughs "How did you meet him?" Mackenzie asks me suddenly, seeming suspicious. "As I was walking home from the gym I bumped into him and he dropped some money so I caught up to him to give him his money and he offered to take me home," I blush as I lie, "He's nice though and he helped me with my homework last

his white teeth kept gleaming and shining, and he reached his hand towards my blonde hair, wrapping a strand around his tattooed finger, "so shut your fucking mouth and accept that I find you amusing." In part, for a guy... no, not just any guy, Jax Jones, Jax Jones! had told me he found me amusing, that was damn good in my mission: "discover the hottie". Deep down, everything about Jax Jones wasn't so mysterious, I didn't know him, but just with those words, I wanted to know more about him.

I sat down and waved down the bartender, "Hi, can I please get a glass of whiskey?" "Right away Miss," he said, "I never hear girls ordering whiskey around here," the cute guy said. "I like the strong stuff," I told him. "I can see that," he said chuckling. Cute. "Of course you can," "So do you come here often?" he asked. "Yeah, I do," "Wow, I can't believe I haven't noticed a girl as beautiful as you," "Cheesy much?" I said laughing. "I know right?! I'm Jack and I'm actually gay."

It seems like they are having a great time He replies thank you for spoiling my sister. Putting down his phone, he climbs under his bed and takes out a colt 9mm, and decides to clean his gun to take his mind off things. This is therapeutic. When he is done, he gets dressed, takes his bike, and heads over to the club for a few beers. While he is there, three guys, ample built, are picking on this guy who is dancing with his girlfriend. The guy becomes annoyed at them to tell them to pick on their own size. Joshua minding his own business drinking his beer, not in the mood for this, continues drinking his beer. Suddenly they bash the guy's face into a bar table; as the guy falls to the floor,

He answers with a smile. That smile is quite a bit of a temptation. I chuckle softly. "I'm not. Don't worry." He grins. "Well, to be honest, I am just me." He answers breathlessly. "I'm just Gage. A normal lad that has a crazy job. I do not get why people give me special treatments wherever I go when as a matter of fact, I'm just like any other man." Wow. That was the first word that came into my head.