Maverick Bob Novels & Stories

My eyes travel down his body and His cock is hard, and it’s tenting his sweats. I bite my lip, wondering if he’s angry with me. Was I making really porny noises? Have I overstepped a boundary and he’s going to chuck me out? “Maverick , um, I’m—” “I told you,” he says tightly, “to call me sir.” “Sorry sir” I whisper. “Why are you sorry, babygirl?”

They greeted one another, but I could hardly answer. “Where is he!?” I barked angrily with a hand in my pocket. They led me into the station, where I saw a thin, feeble-looking nerd of a guy in a corner with both of his cuffs together, his bushy hair almost covering up his small eyes. “That’s Robert Maverick, sir.” “We traced him to his apartment just behind the restaurant; our informants said he had plans to relocate tonight.” One of the police bosses explained. I walked over to where he was sitting with a murderous snarl on my face.

He looked up from the computer. "Well, if it isn't Tru Parker," he smiled as I walked up to the counter. "How's school?" Maverick was a cute mix of Irish and Filipino, with brown hair and gray eyes. A smattering of freckles dusted his cheeks and his eyes tilted just enough to make him look like he was smiling even when he wasn't. He was a little taller than me with wide, muscled shoulders. "Homework sucks."

Four years ago, Robert changed her name to Bobbi. Bruce’s nose turned up with resentment. He didn’t care what anyone wanted to be in life. That was what freedom was all about. However, he didn’t like being fooled. Then he came to Margo’s profile. He knew her stats. Yet he didn’t know who she truly was. How could the woman he had held and kissed and loved be a low-down hacker who stole everything she had? How did it come to that for her? He stared at her picture. It looked like a driver’s license picture, and it looked good. Margo never looked bad.

"Maeve?!" "Fucking shit! That hurt!" Bob swears to the right of me, and I watch him stand up, entirely unscathed as if the bomb never happened. Some bruises are covering his skin, but nothing too serious. He stares down at me. "Shit, are you okay?! I knew Marcus was a sick bastard, but I didn't expect him to commit suicide. Fucking suicide-bomber hybrid." I meet his eyes, feeling disheartened that it Bob I found instead of Maeve. "I'm fine, but Maeve..."

“Besides, it’s only fair. You’ve hurt me plenty over the years; it’s about time I get to return the favor.” Riker cleared his throat, “we just want some answers. We’re not here for whatever this is. So, are you with us or against us?” Maverick shrugged, “neither. I’m just here to make sure you kill this poor excuse of a man. Then I’m out of your hair.” Riker shook his head, “it doesn’t work like that. You took my kid. We can't just let you walk away.” Maverick shrugged, "and then we let them go. Mostly unharmed. Besides, they’re safe. Threw that old fellow out of his room and then quickly got out of here. Their plan was executed perfectly… Yours… Needs some work.”

no matter what happens but he never steps on dance floor . " How are you ? " Maverick asked me .. " I am good as you can see " I said faking a smile .. " Lier .. tell me what is disturbing you " he said .. " My ex-husband is here in this party and he is eyeing me from the time he has arrived here " I said him .. what is the problem because I am feeling fear with his eyes on my body .. " What ex-husband ... Who is he .. tell me and I will break his jaw and will took out his eyes to make him blind " maverick said ... In shock then in anger .

She was desperate and ever conniving, she was like him and he liked it, they knew each other's habits though a lot was still untold about him. Rebecca McKnight had been his rival since High school, She is the first daughter of Julius McKnight famous Restaurant chain holder and his Director of all Black hotels. They attended the same college and had always been rivals as their families weren't in good terms either. She had tried scheming against him to destroy his company since he started it 13 years ago and he saw it only wise to keep her closer, Leonard believes it is wise to keep your enemies in business closer and under you so you can monitor their every move and know when to strike, thou

Big Bob added. -

He began to walk toward me and after pulling back the chair right beside me, he sat down and turned to me and I hiccuped in reaction to his stare just as Fernandez stood up and bowed his head to him. “Good morning boss” he greeted and Mr Rover waved him off in response. “Have a seat, Fernandez” he replied and Fernandez sat down immediately. “Um, g…good morning, Mr Rover” I greeted and he shook his head. “It's Michael Rover. Just call me Michael, alright?” He told me and I gulped again because I couldn't see myself calling him so informally. Not when he scared me so much. “So today, you're going to act as my girlfriend because you're going to meet my father. Okay?” he said and I blinked so ma