Matt Rogers Novels & Stories

Looking at her defeated husband, she knew he had run out of options too. Roger stayed collapsed on the couch, bitter and unwilling to accept what was happening. Just then, his phone rang again. He glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have bothered answering. But now he grabbed it at once. “Hello? Who is this?” A man’s voice came through the line, sounding about Roger’s age. “Mr. York. Good evening.” “And you are?” Roger asked quickly. “My name is Peter Warren. I’m sure you know who I am.”

“You deserved that.” “Okay, okay!” He threw his hands up in surrender. “Anyway, I’m sure he won’t remember.” She planted a kiss on his cheek to calm him down. “Oh I remember,” Matthew spoke from the doorway. His jet black hair was scraped back neatly, his piercing blue eyes matched Cara’s. There was no mistaking these two were related. Matthew took a step forward and Archer took one back, neither one dropping their focus. “Boys,” she glared at them both.

Robbie's dad's POV ft thought you would be taking the boy with you, sir." Roger said from beside the driver's seat, caressing his beard. I smiled at him and sighed. "How many years has it been since you started working for me, Rogers?" "Six years sir." "And yet you don't know how to play the game? I can't say it's inexperience should I call it lack of common sense or ignoranca?" "Apologises, sir. Please enlighten met

Matt. Crap. He stood at the end of the hallway, arms folded, eyes narrowing at me like he’d just caught me shoplifting. His jaw was clenched, his expression equal parts angry and hurt. “What the hell’s going on?” “Matt—” I started, stepping forward with my best innocent face. “Who is he?” Matt asked, gesturing toward Roy. Roy, ever the gentleman, stepped back, giving us space. “I’ll give you two a moment,” he said smoothly, already turning away.

The people that I mentioned were the ones who were stationed outside, I heard the pounding footsteps as they moved, and I guess it couldn't be less than ten people. "Don't ask too much; I'm not an Alpha, and I can't open in and out; if I want to come in, I'll sneak in, of course." Roger spat out the blade of grass in his mouth, laziness evident on his face. “Those people are useless.” I looked at him unscathed and asked. "It's unbelievable how you got through it."

Owing to this, no one dared move close to him. Although he wasn’t as handsome as Miller, he wasn’t ugly. But even if any lady was to make advances at him, his attitude is a total turn-off. Despite all of these bad sides, he was able to make only one friend in the whole of Omaha, and people wondered how the two got along so well. His name is Rogers. Miller was still caught up in astonishment when Rogers stamped his rod on the ground once again to gain his attention. Before Miller could say a word, Rogers began…

Things were starting to get a lot more serious. When Rodger arrived at Matthew's place, he walked in with a bit of an attitude. He was feeling exhilarated having made so much progress towards his goals. They sat in Matthew's office to chat. A maid brought them tea, and then left. Matthew said "So what can I do for you Mr. Yates?"

“Congratulations on sealing the final pitch. See me in my office later.” And then he left. Emma’s hand was still on her mouth in disbelief, and Matthew’s eyes were wide as he watched Ross leave. Ross hadn’t taken the bait. Ross always took the bait, what changed now? Matthew was one of the best ragebaiters, he was proud of that fact. Before this moment, he was certain that his actions would definitely bait Ross into beating him up, and then he could start the rumor mill going about how Ross was too violent, leading to him not being fit for CEO.

For the first time her voice was stable yet calm. There was no waver and as she walked forward she wasn't tense or rigid. Was she telling the truth? Or was she a good actress all this time? “I…we were all taught to dislike rogues, but it was abstract and strange since I never saw them aside from a slight glimpse. Than less than a year ago we were being attacked by rogues. Then I was still slightly younger and my view changed. But then another set of rogues came and they helped us back then. Since then most of the pack has been grateful to them. I'm grateful to them.”

She hesitates before taking the call. "Hello..." comes a voice that sounds way too familiar. She quickly lowers the volume. "Wait... you're willing to help my dad get back on his feet after what happened?" she yells out, grabbing everyone's attention. I watch her smile as she ends the call. "Get ready to fall, Rose. Mr. Roger is willing to help us... just you wait." Wait... Mr. Roger? The biggest investor in LA? How is that possible?