Mephone4 X Steve Cobs Novels & Stories

It took a lot of money to persuade the teacher not to sue him. Money is not a problem for him so it never bothered him. He dials the phone of one of them,Steve written in lowercase letters can be seen on his phone screen ‘Rrring,rrring r-‘ Steve picks it before the third ring,anything after that is doom. ‘Hello’ Jake’s deep dominant voice penetrated through the phone causing Steve to shudder. ‘Boss I-‘ ‘10 minutes,anything later than that you know what happens.’ ‘I-‘ Jake ends the phone before Steve could stay a word.

He put his phone on the loudspeaker and that was when I heard Steve’s voice. What a cock blocker! This was exactly what he did the last time. What does he want right now? “You ready?” Steve asked. “Ready for what?” Zane's face creased, confusion written all over his face. “The match!” My face dropped when I heard that. “Oh, Shit! I completely forgot,” “Can we reschedule?” He asked. “I’m outside your house you dimwit, put your dick back in your trouser and come the fuck out!” Steve yelled and hung up.

she smirked "Then why… Stevie, you got the money and Anthony can give you more, but please just let us go", Megan plead. Stevie chuckled, "You know I came to press conference under my Stacey Jones disguise, and I felt disrespect and humiliated, and I only wanted to kill Rhone and for rich of his wealth, but here comes the little needy Megan, I warned you, the text messages from Higgins phone was to kind of scared you away, but hey you decided to stay...so die with him then."

he said casually, lifting the hand that held the cigarette in Winter’s direction as a signal to the factory manager. The man froze for a moment, then nodded quickly. “Yes, Mr. Steve.” Chris was the head of the Xander Corporation, and everyone addressed him as Mr. Xander. Calling Steve “Mr. Xander” as well would be confusing, and he hated being addressed as Vice President Xander. Over time, people had settled on calling him Mr. Steve. Pale smoke drifted into the air. Steve’s gaze fixed steadily on Winter’s face, his eyes narrowing slightly with an unreadable look.

But Ken never came down. Instead, Steve’s phone lit up with a call. He answered immediately, his pulse already spiking. “Hey, man,” Ken’s voice came through, sounding distracted and artificially casual. “Look, something came up with the startup. Emergency code review. I’m still at the office. Rain check? I’m so sorry, I’ll reschedule for a better time, bro.” Steve’s grip tightened on the phone. Through the background noise, he could hear faint club music and laughter. Not an office. Not even close.

He could hear Steve's breathing on the phone as he waited for a reply. "Boyfriends."

He ushered Ghost in and once they sat down, he stood up smiling. “It’s such a honor to see you sir,” Steve said. His phone beeped immediately and Ghost cleared his throat. “That is the reason I am here,” Ghost said. Steve stared at the man wondering how the fuck he knew that Rhea was the one texting him and Ghost smiled at the expression on his face. “I was once a teenager too,” Ghost smiled. “I used to be a very handsome young man. I like to think I still am. Or am I not Steve?” “You sure are Sir,” Steve replied.

Steve’s voice could be heard. ⸻

As I walk backward, someone grabs my mouth to stop me from screaming and says softly in my ear; "Get everyone out of this cave...now!" He lets my mount go and says; "Did you hear what I said...get everyone out of this cave now" I turn and see that it is Steve. I am so happy to see him and say; "Steve, where the hell have you been? I have been looking for you everywhere." He looks around and says; "Shut up. There is something in this cave with us, something big." He points to his leg and says;

"But hey, we're reasonable guys. We've got a proposition for you." Steve reached into his jacket, and for a terrifying moment Caleb thought he was going for a weapon. Instead, he pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and shook one out, lighting it with a silver lighter that caught the fading sunlight. The flame cast dancing shadows on his face, making him look even more menacing. "See, our boss has been watching the basketball team," Steve continued, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke in Caleb's direction. "Lots of money changes hands during the big games. Lots of people love betting on outcomes."