Lonely Freddy Novels & Stories

Frederick yelled as he threw the glass across the room. "I am sorry boss.” Biggy apologized. "Sorry?! Sorry for losing her?! Now someone else has her! And you were so foolish that you didn't even follow the abductor!" Frederick snarled at him. Fury crashed over him and he clenched his fists so hard that he could almost feel his knuckles cracking. He had sent Biggy and two other men to kidnap Ria without leaving a trace. He ordered them to bring her alive at all cost. He had hoped to see her and end her life once and for all but things didn't work out as planned.

Scott stayed behind, close enough to be felt. Freeda slowed for one breath and looked at Scott. “Don’t fix it,” she said. “If you patch this, he wins again.” Scott met her gaze. “Then what?” “Tomorrow I walk in early,” Freeda said. “Alone. Calm. My name first.” Scott nodded. “I’ll be inside.” “Not beside me,” she warned. “Not even close.” “Understood.” Randy’s voice carried after her, bright, public. “Freeda,” he called, like a man calling his bride back to a dance. “Come sign. Don’t punish the girls.”

She thought about what came next. The board had Freddie on the ropes but he was still fighting. That was the thing about Freddie Caldwell that she had always underestimated even when she thought she was accounting for it. He didn't break easily. He bent. He absorbed. And then somehow he found a way to keep standing when anyone else would have stayed down. She couldn't let him find a way this time. She needed him completely isolated. No Lina. No Brett. No board members willing to give him more time. No threads left to pull. Just a man standing alone in the rubble of everything he had built with no one left to help him and no way to prove what he knew.

“If that’s what you want to talk about, you are better off being quiet.” Freddie barked out, laughing. It was weird that he laughed in situations that weren’t meant to be funny. He was speaking of someone’s dead wife and laughing like it was nothing. “Don’t you all find it weird that Tedros married his wife’s best friend, and she agreed to it?” Freddie asked, a wide grin on his face. His words affected me more than I thought they would. Although he hadn’t said the word yet, I could already tell what he was thinking.

In all these years, I've seen Freddy only for a few times and those few times were enough for me to know why he doesn’t have a family for himself. He just talks less and stares more at anyone who ignores him or doesn’t consider talking with him. He has this dark three inch long scar across his nose, which seems like decades old. Long, uneven hairs that he neatly combs and the round thick glasses that he never takes off. Uncle Freddy doesn’t have any family as most of his blood relatives passed away long ago and for some reason he chose to be a bachelor and no one knows why. He and I didn’t share any kind of bond till now, he’s just a person whom I happened to know as a colleague of my father

Freddie had been complaining of a headache for some times now. He had told Freya not to say a word of it to her brother. He had been managing it before she came to find him when she wandered from Emma's place. And like a good wife that Freya had now become, she said okay and helped her husband to secretly take his medicine. Freddie just got a job as a gardener and was excited to resume that morning before he slumbed. Freya was sobbing. What is happening to her husband? He wasn't responding when she found him except for an occasional loud sighing he made. Will he be alright?

If another opportunity comes up in the future, I'll definitely take you there. Jordan located the opportunity to cut into the conversation daintily, "Freddie, I'd like to go to that clubhouse too. Can you take me there too?" "Fuck off, you fucking sissy!" Frederick glared at Jordan instantly. "You're so mean to me, Freddie! How could you say that to me? In that case, I'll… I'll just fuck far far away from you!" As soon as Jordan finished speaking, he belted out a silly song that he made on the spot, causing Frederick and Michael to burst into laughter.

I asked. “No. I’m not letting you go,” Freddie said stubbornly. His words made me snap. I stood up angrily and slammed my hand on the dining table. “What exactly do you think you are? Do you believe you’re so powerful that you can lock people up however you like?” I yelled, unable to control my anger. “You’re not just anybody. You’re my Lessie,” Freddie murmured through his lips. “I’m not your Lessie! I’m Lessie, but not yours! Stop this madness!” I shouted, feeling like my lungs might burst.

Just like the pro in licking pussy that he is, Frederick licked my stress away, sucking and working his tongue in and out of my honeypot. “You care if Tommy gets a ride?.'’ he asked, standing up. “Tell Tommy to be fast about it.” i said breathing heavily, my eyes also turned to look at the door. Frederick opened his zipper after freeing his belt and there was Tommy. Stretched out, perfect red head with beautiful veins all over him. “Arrgh... Fuck!... Shit...” i moaned, trying to keep my voice as low as possible. I thought Tommy was doing a good job, until Frederick raised my two legs with his arm, drawing me a lit forward and then intensified his thrusts.

Freddie responded with equal ferocity, thrusting his hips slightly, groaning deep. Meanwhile, April’s face twisted, and her jaw clenched slightly as she tried to look away, but just couldn’t. Freddie, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of Cindy. He gripped her by the waist, lifting her slightly before twisting her around until her ass pressed back against him. Cindy’s head fell back, a raw cry ripping from her throat.