Novel & Cerita Might Guy Talking

He said his name was Josh. The other, I did not recognize. "Hey, this is for the ladies," I gave them disapproving looks. "Yeah, we know. My friend just wants to talk to you." The strange guy said, tipping his head toward Josh. "O...kay. Well, just in case this is new to you, most people aren't comfortable having conversations in restrooms. People like me, mostly. So, why don't you step out and we could talk when I'm—"

I looked at the guy who just passed by but stops when he bumped his friend. “He’s talking with someone.” The guy said while pointing in Martina’s direction. “Fuck bro, he’s too flirt!” the other guy laughed. The man I was staring at just laughed too. I bit my lower lip while still staring at him. He’s tall and I think he’s got the body that I want, too bad it was hidden in his grey long sleeve. He pushed back his soft-looking hair and raised a brow at the other guy. They were talking about something. He is now holding a shot of brandy.

"But I have a big cock. That should be enough to make people like me a bit." Oh my God. The confidence. I roll my eyes as I reply him, "Nobody likes a show off." "I also have lots of money. That should make people like me soooo much more." He's not gonna end this conversation is he? "I'm funny, nice, and pleasant to be with." I roll my eyes again, "You're a pain in the ass." "Yes I put some pain in the ass too." Why does he always have a way to make me deviate from my guideline! No sex talk!

another one adds. "Enough! I'm doing my rounds. No cheating, and please finish your conversation about blue dicks before I return." "We want to know more about Moon's dick, so be prepared," another says as I walk out. I'm smiling because this night is going much better than I prepared myself for. I check in with Jose and Rack, who are fighting laughter. "You have sound in that room, don't you?" "We do, so please don't talk about the boss' dick if at all possible." This comes from Rack.

"We'll see." Alex shrugged his shoulders, smiled, and added, "To cut to the chase Mr. Gus, your voice sounds weak and your eyes are a bit fluttering. Is it because you have no confidence to talk about business...or is it simply because your body is weak? As a man myself, I sincerely hope it's not the latter." "You…” The big-bellied man's old face was red, and he looked like he was about to get angry. Just then, a man wearing gold-framed glasses walked in and asked blankly, "What are you guys doing?"

“Sounds good.” While he went off to speak to the doctor, I dragged myself out of the building. The stress of the day hung heavy on my shoulders. I walked to Maverick’s car and leaned against it. “So you’re Maverick’s girlfriend. I’m not surprised he’s always had good taste.” I turned to see the person talking. The tall, brooding man with jet black hair dropped his cigarette and stomped on it. “And who are you?” He shoved his hands into his fists into his dark blue jeans. “A friend of Gage’s.”

"I swear it is important. To me. This is– I don't know how to explain it to you to make you understand." "Don't stress yourself. I rather not understand." "Will you let me talk? I have a good reason." "Then speak." I crossed my arms, and howled with laughter at the incredulous behaviour. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Is he high?

Then resuming his girly demeanor he said gesticulating. -Now get off my counter! I have clients to serve and you are not one of them. She pushed our backs so that we could clear the floor, Melz shook his head amused and complied. Back in the center of the room, the sound of the music dropping and a man entering the ring and being cheered from all sides caught our attention. -What is going on? -You're going to see Suyakie. He mutinies. With a microphone in his hand, the man spoke quickly to the audience.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I trust you are well?" One of the Chinese executives, Mr. Li, responded in English. "Good morning, Mr. Sinclair. We are well, thank you. We appreciate you taking the time to discuss our upcoming project." Mace maintained his professional demeanor. "Of course, Mr. Li. I understand that this project holds great significance for both our companies. I believe our collaboration can lead to mutual success." The meeting continued with discussions about project timelines, milestones, and budget allocations. Mace led the conversation, displaying his deep knowledge of the industry and the project's intricacies. Victor, ever attentive, provided documents and informa

“What’s so funny?” I shake my head with a big smile, trying to mask my reaction to the pleasurable shivers this action got me to feel. “Nothing!” Distancing himself again, he seems to tense as he looks over my head. Turning around to look over my shoulder, I see the man he had just talked to discussing with two others. It doesn’t seem like they are chatting lightly. Turning back to Ruggerio, I get his attention with a tug at his shirt. “What’s wrong?”