Michael Blackson Stand Up Novels & Stories

Poor people believed him and now they made sure to keep me satisfied all the time. Not that I'm complaining. "Nothing's broken. Don't need to be nervous." My calm voice sounded in the room. "Yes, yes," Embarrassed, the staff member tried to laugh and put the cup of coffee on the table for me. I felt calm when I smelt the rich aroma coming from my black coffee. Michael was scrolling through his phone before he gave a pleasant smile. "We should open the television. Mr Atkinson is doing a press conference." "That quick?" Taking a sip, I asked. I was surprised.

Michael continued once the older man had finished his drink and set his glass aside. Mr. Blackadder nodded his head. "Thank you, yes." He replied before taking in another deep breath, letting the air out slowly. Silence once again hung between them. "Would you like some food?" Matthew asked, gesturing to the table that held a variety of dishes including sandwiches and fruits. Mr. Blackadder smiled, "Oh no thank you, sir, I eat too often these days." He commented with a grin plastered onto his features. Michael shrugged his shoulders slightly.

Nicole was the mother of my children, and I wouldn’t let her be disrespected like this. “Jack.” “Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention, please.” Our heads snapped to the stage, where Mr. Blackwood was standing. The crowd fell silent as they all focused on him. I mean, who wouldn’t? He was Theodore Blackwood. He held a drink in his hand and wore a proud smile on his face. “I would like to welcome everyone here tonight. Thank you for taking the time to attend, even on such short notice.” Some chuckled at his words while others remained silent.

Wait for him to come back? He was just a one-night stand. But Sophia really did enjoy last night, so... Sophia picked up her bag from the ground, but only found a few cents inside, which made her face flush with embarrassed. But a few cents were better than nothing, so she threw the few coins she had onto the bed and got dressed before leaving. Sophia relaxed her body as she left the hotel not wanting to seem tense. The man from last night was handsome, tall, and skilled. Most importantly, he used protection. Sophia didn't want to think too much about their one-night stand.

I cannot sum up the strength to ask any questions so I remain silent admidst the quiet rumble of the plane's engines and his thoughtful gaze. In that moment, I make another vow. I will be back. And I will kill that Russian Enforcer with my bare hands. I will wreck havoc on all he held dear. I feel my soul shed its colour.I feel it become blacker as the plane gains altitude.I feel it harden like steel, until I have to fist my hands over my chest to dull the ache. My name is Luca Blackstone going forth. And God so help anyone with negative affiliations with the Russian mafia that crosses my path.

She led me to the car while I was hollow and unmoored. I hadn't managed a word before Andrew laid into me. "What stunt are you pulling? Did you come to my office in a hospital gown just to embarrass me? Reporters snapped photos and ran it as an entertainment piece!" He swept me from head to toe with a look of disgust and snapped, "You know I can't recognize you because of my prosopagnosia, and you still turned up looking like this?" I could only stare at him. The things I meant to say caught in my throat.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

I have my eyes pinned on his feet, fighting off the urge to look at his face, knowing one glance into his eyes will dissolve my heart. “Mr. Black, whatever are you doing here this early?” There’s a pause. “To see my wife, know how she’s doing.” My hand is moving slowly as I continue to add a few details to an already completed sketch. “You seem busy,” Michael’s voice comes through. “Obviously,” I reply, sarcasm in my voice. “You’ve seen me, Mr. Black, and I think it’s time for you to leave.” “They’re adding finishing touches to the cabin.” He informs me.

You will record the whole thing and send it to me, doesn't need to show your face. Michael was shocked at the demand as he typed back. Michael: I can't cum while at work! Please, can I do it when I get home? Blackmailer: No. You're cumming on your lunch, and I want a video! Fuck sake. As much as Michael didn't want to wank while at work, it seemed an easy task compared to some others.