Novel & Cerita Me And A Guy Named Elvis

I was going to have sex with Tyler Cummings! Holy Fuck!

Elvis greeted him. I bowed my head so he wouldn't see my face, I snatched my hand from Elvis and took slow steps backwards.. I don't wanna see his face. "You're..." He trailed off as if waiting for someone to complete his sentence. Even his voice is annoying, I better leave here quickly. I tried to leave but these girls wouldn't let me, they've blocked the way because they all want to get a glimpse of that devil. "Oh.. I'm Elvis Presley and this is..."

“I can’t seem to keep up with her.” Elvis didn’t expect such an answer. “Daniel Greenwood is in love! Never thought I’d see the day.” “Mr. Daniel!” Stella called with a smile, and silence followed. “It’s such a pleasure meeting you here.” “Always looking so beautiful, Stella.” He complimented with a smile, Elvis cleared his throat, earning an eye roll. “This is Elvis, my good friend. Elvis, Stella.” They exchanged handshakes. “Nice meeting you. I hope you are having a great night.”

I was actually making it with a kind heart for him and not really his friend. I was almost done when I suddenly heard Marcello call me out of the kitchen. "Karissa???" I rolled out of the kitchen immediately and getting to the door, I froze in silence. "Meet My best friend, Elvis Collins" he introduced, with a bright smile on his face. "Hello Karissa" Elvis greeted as he took his hand out in a hand shake with me.

When Derrick rushed out of Joy's hostel joy laughed at Derrick's charity and Elvis woke up to hear what was going on Elvis was shocked. "You mean we slept together after the meeting?" Elvis asked. "Yes, we had to sleep and share great moments" Charity responded. "You mean you love me and you've never told me?" Elvis asked. "Yes, but we hardly meet," Charity said. "I see I love you too I have never had a girlfriend in this university I love you too," Elvis said.

Elvis walked around to the driver’s side, oblivious to the war zone happening two inches behind my face. What if he touched me? What if he kissed me? What if, God forbid, he asked to come in? What if I asked him to come in. I glanced at him, trying to decipher his expression. He was relaxed. Smiling. Happy. He hadn’t dragged me into a bathroom and made me forget my name. He talked to me. Respected me. Hell, he even ordered sparkling water because I liked bubbles. But I was sitting there like a woman unhinged, haunted by the ghost of a man who wasn’t dead. Just morally bankrupt.

ERIC'S POV I was so elated about last night, I really want to spend the rest of my life with my angel, Evelyn. But my parents are trying to soil my plans for her, I will do everything I can to shield her from the pain my family inflicts on others, yes they are cruel and gruesome people, I am no different I agree. But ever since I met her, I want to change for her, she makes me a better person. So I won't let go of my happiness, never. A message popped on my screen, and it was Elvis saying he is coming right in.

He paused, then said, “Non-alcoholic drink instead, ma’am.” I scoffed. “If I wanted a soft drink, I’d stay home!” Before I could argue further, a voice interrupted. “Here… use mine.” The bartender checked the ID and poured the drink. I turned to see a well-built man, not my usual type, but there was something commanding about him. “Thank you,” I murmured. He smiled, offering his hand. “I’m Elvis.” I hesitated before shaking it. “Cierra.” He leaned slightly, kissing my hand lightly. “You have… striking features,” he said.

The soft lavender hue was almost all washed and tiny cracks ran through the ceiling like veins. I seemed fine, but here I was, drenched in my own thoughts and being startled to fear. I seemed happy but I wasn't. I decided to stroll to a bar where I had met someone new, but my head was so full, I needed to get home and take my rest, his name was Elvis. I left the bar, I had to sleep over our discussion so far. I arrived home and sunk into my bed before I knew what was happening, but I was awoken by a call from Elvis, we had exchanged contacts. I missed the call, then he texted.

I look down when I feel a hand touch my arm. “Hey little sprite.” I say. “Hey to you to. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” Everly says. “Yeah, it was kinda a surprise when they walked into my office the other day and started telling us who they were and who they were related to. We were even more surprised when they invited us to come to this.” I explain. “Kaden who is the beautiful woman?” My mom asks. “Mom this is Everly. Everly this is my mom Claire and the guy walking up behind her is my dad Mark.” I say to her.