Matt Dillon Now Novels & Stories

I stay back and listen more. “Tell us about Dillion,” Mr. Joiner says his arms tight around his wife. “He is 24 owns a construction company about 20 minutes from you actually, so Raija will be closer. Amilee and I met him when we were looking for house designs to built outside the city. I could see from their first meeting Dillion was head over heels, but he was completely respectful. Nala also works there and Amilee told me after we met her that dating might be a good thing. Dillion was the most hesitant. But he loves her. As you can see, he is basically obsessed with her.”

I'm beginning to think you are mute Mr British Liam Scott. I walk towards Liam and when I get to him, I stretch my hand down to him for a handshake " Hi, I'm callum Dove, the president of the student body council of the school and I'm at your service. " I say and beam. He grabs my hands for the handshake and instantly I flush, his hand is warm and I just felt the sparks. I have always wanted the kind of sparks mum had when she met Lori, that's why I haven't bothered with dating.

“What did you do?” “I don’t know-” I return, my eyes shifting behind him as Matt and Fletcher sneak up, each with their guns raised. They move stealthily through the grass, their movements so silent I wouldn’t have noticed them if they weren’t in my eyesight. “Bitch!” Dillon screams, making me flinch, his hand rearing back, wanting to strike me. His palm centimeters from my face, before he pauses, his figure halting, frozen. With wide eyes, I watch as his unconscious form falls to the ground with a thud.

“But you’re still an arrogant bastard.” He laughed darkly, eyes full of filthy promise. “And you’re my addicted little slut. Get ready, baby. This is only the beginning.” One week later, the board meeting had been a bloodbath. Damon stormed out of the conference room. His jaw was locked tight, his suit still perfect, but everyone could feel the danger rolling off him. He didn’t say a word to anyone except one short text to Elena. Damon: My main penthouse. Now. Urgent work. Don’t make me wait.

He identified himself. “How do we know you’re who you say you are?” “Dude, ask your Alpha and hurry up. I need to get my little cousin to her mom and dad who are waiting for her return.” Dillon huffed. To Dillon’s luck, his dad walked by, he was patrolling with a few of bear warriors. “Son is that you? Where are Milo and Red?” Doltyn asked, rushing over to him. He stopped when Dillon placed his finger over his lips to sshh his dad.

“Seeing you all together here like this. It just makes me miss your dad so much. And Dillon too. I wish they were both here.” Dalton pulled his phone out of his pocket, and within seconds had his twin brother Dillon on screen. “Mom misses you,” he shouted at the phone over the escalating noise of the festival. “Dillon, honey!” Mom shrieked. “When are you coming home?” We couldn’t hear what Dillon said, but the answer was undoubtedly the same as always—soon. But Dillon hadn’t gotten the family-business gene, evidently. He’d moved down to San Diego and stayed there despite Mom’s constant efforts to bring him back.

Tony asked, eyebrow cocked. "Ugh j-ust shitty highlights from the previous Eagles ga-me. The de-efense was humi-liating! Kat even threw her X-box controller through her TV screen!" Dillon held up his phone. "Her mom's fu-ckin' pissed!" "Oh there's waaay more that's terrible about the Eagles than just their defense, dude. I mean, c'mon! Hahaha!" Tony laughed when he saw the shock on his face. "Remembe-r that when y-ou ne-ed me to please yo-u, and I won't heel! B-itch!" Dillon threatened. The kid meant it, too. If he wanted to feel good later, then he had to respect the Birds!