Living Like Larry Novels & Stories

And deep down, under the sarcasm and stress and exhaustion… a tiny part of me wasn’t laughing anymore. ——————- Larry’s POV Meanwhile, in the back office… Larry sat hunched over his desk, swirling whiskey in a chipped mug. His temple throbbed where the can had hit. “That little brat,” he muttered. His office smelled like cheap cologne, expired air freshener, and defeat. He winced and groaned as he gently pressed the peas to his head. “Damn, that girl broke my face.” “She’s hiding something,” he whispered, narrowing his eyes. “No way that kind of strength’s natural.”

"Jake treats you so well, and this is what you do to him?" Dad pulled out his phone in front of me. "I'm calling your instructor right now to see if we can send you back!" His words hit me like a loud buzz in my head. It was Jake's recommendation that got me sent to participate in this transformation reality show in the first place. During the filming, I was treated extremely harshly. The production team made me sleep in a pigpen and made me compete with the pigs for food, claiming it was to teach me how to endure hardship. At night, I had to sleep in the corner of the pigpen.

“If I don’t book a hotel, where am I supposed to stay? It’s probably not very convenient for me to be at home right now.” After a moment of silence, he asked suspiciously, “Where are you right now?” I did not answer. I just hung up and walked into the house, all while dragging the cheap suitcase I had gotten as a credit card bonus. The moment he saw me, a crack appeared in his composed expression. The lipstick stain on Arvid’s collar stung my eyes. I walked silently toward Rebecca. Arvid moved swiftly and pulled Rebecca behind him, as if to shield her from me. “Layla Sanz, don’t make a scene.”

'Tara says “After this deal, please don't accept to involve yourself in another one, your age is no more on our side, we need to settle down and start our family, please, I need you by my side, we can find another business doing instead of this deadly deals that are separating us, right now am done with the job, I need a change because I nearly lose my life in my last trip,” Larry says, “But I still have other jobs at hand, we need money to settle down and run the affairs of our home, now you are done with your job, how are we going to survive If I stop the job” 'Tara explained,

This person provided a ton of key info just to bring down their competitor. And that person's last name was Carver. After thanking the police, I left the station. On the way home, I remembered a weird phone call I'd gotten once. The number was unfamiliar, and all I could hear on the other end was muffled sobbing. I lifted my head and looked up at the blazing sun. Its warmth washed over me. "What do you feel like eating today, babe?" Julian asked, his eyes crinkled into a smile. "Anything you make will be perfect," I said.

“It’s nothing, I was just thinking about my mom is all.” Larry tears up. He actually does, in fact, he starts bawling. “I miss my mom and dad too! I miss mom’s spaghetti Bolognese…and…and..her leftover meatloaf…and…oh my goddess! Mom’s Hawaiian pizza! It’s her signature dish…mppph!” “Shuuushhhh!” I say as I quickly slap my palm over his mouth. “Not so loud, you doufus! They might hear us!” Larry pushes my hand away and wipes the drool from his lips. “You know what, Hope? You have the face of an angel but you speak like the devil.”

Deangelo. Luca had to drag me down with him to this party because in his words, “you need to get out more and have fun. Staying so focused on making the plans and working will do more harm than good, that is why you are literally always cranky.” I set my fizzing glass on the table as I try to contribute to whatever it is that the men around me was talking about. The dance floor glowed as red and green laser beams shot out from the rotating lights in the ceiling. It was a luxurious party yet it was packed with people dancing and jumping to the DJ’s throbbing music. The floor pulsed beneath my feet, and the heat radiating from the mass was inescapable. My eyes roved over the tightly packed cro

We looked like a family that belonged together, a family that existed outside the orbit of scandal and strategy. I felt a lump form in my throat, thick and painful. I had spent so much time painting Larry as the villain in my story, the cold, calculating architect of my misery. But looking at this photo, hidden away on his private desk where only he could see it, the image cracked. Larry wasn’t a monster. He was a man who was so terrified of losing what he had that he didn’t know how to hold onto it without crushing it. He was a man who watched his life from the sidelines, capturing moments of joy because he didn't know how to step into them.

CHAPTER 4- UNLUCKY PERSON I went home and did not accept Mr. Anderson's condition. He wants me to live with him? For what? If in exchange for the job he will give me is my virginity, then no way. I will look for a job anywhere. Even if I become a strip dancer again in another bar, I will. Even if I work somewhere else, it's okay with me. Just not Mr. Anderson's condition. I don't want that. Yes, I undress in front of many men but I am not like other women. It's okay for different men to see my naked body, just don't let them touch it.

“For us lowly humans, we have our own lives to live unlike some of you high and mighty people who just have women pass through their hands like water.” “Oh please, spare me your hypocrisy Larry. Do not say you haven’t enjoyed the debaucheries I introduced you to. Between the two of us, you were the one who enjoyed two women at once. Anyway, just update me as I have an early start tomorrow. We have a fashion show to run in Dubai so enjoy your affianced life old dog.”