Might Guy Talking Novels & Stories

mahi said "easy yaar we are also like a family you are bestie to my girlfriend so you are like a sister to us" I smiled at his words that weird guy came near us why I see this guy always he asked "mahi what you are doing here" mahi said "talking to niha's friends" he nodded his head and sat there I didn't bother to look at him a girl with curly hair came near us she went near him and asked "are you free tonight"

NINE When I return with Michael's drink, the three men circle a small table, its surface at rib height. They talk politics, mostly. It's a conversation led by the man with the most power. Michael Sario. His power terrifies me. The way he manhandled me on a whim… I shudder. I stand at Kade's side, on his left, with my hands behind my back, my fingers threaded together. I do my best to filter out their discussion, knowing better than to eavesdrop.

the drunk man asked. “Settle down boys, there’s enough of me to go around,” Xyrus said in a joking manner. “Not by the time we’re finished with you,” tattooed guy replied. For the first time since the guy had been brought into the cell, the older gentleman who’d not said a word finally spoke. “Guys like him can buy and sell you dumbasses all day long.” The other two men stopped talking and looked at him before turning back to study Xyrus more carefully

“God… I mean, that’s exactly what he looks like… a God.” “I would take a bet that his dick is just as big as his bank account… I mean, could you imagine taking that guy for a ride?” “I could only dream about a guy like that pressing me up against the wall. God… any woman would cheat on her man with a guy like that.” "I wonder with his condition of being so fit... the man should have amazing stamina..." what in the world are those two talking about? I opened the door as I let some kids outside, overhearing how the other teachers were whispering and giggling against each other, their eyes looking in the same direction.

Fuсk! Mауbе ѕhе didn’t tаlk bесаuѕе her security wаѕ thеrе. Thеrе’ѕ a сhаnсе ѕhе’ll never tаlk. I’m оftеn surprised аt thе lеvеl оf ѕtubbоrnnеѕѕ реорlе are ѕоmеtіmеѕ wіllіng tо реrреtuаtе.

“Congratulations once again to you, Mr. Mike on your new business venture. I can help but recall the launch party. There’s been quite a bit of news circulating recently... regarding your personal lives. Care to share anything with our viewers?” I don’t miss a beat. “Well, news is a funny thing, isn’t it? People always have something to say.” My smile doesn’t falter, but my words carry an edge as I turn slightly, making it clear I’m addressing the audience, not Mike. Mike, however, doesn’t have the same grace. “Yeah, people talk a lot of crap,” he snaps, his voice colder than it should be for an interview.

He chuckles as he drops his bag to the ground. I don't laugh, that's an immediate sign that I'm passing through some serious shit. Luckily, we are the only ones in the gym, but I still turn to look around, to make sure that we are really alone. “Can I speak to you in confidence, man?” I ask. He shrugs. “Sure, I guess.” We walk to the corner and I use a towel to wipe the sweat from my face. “What's the matter, man? You look like shit. Is that hard on you’ve got?” He points out.

“Ummm,” she managed, shooting the drunk jerk a look, saw how he was taking in the bearded blond god’s superior height and large muscles. “I don’t know. Are you bothering me?” “Nope!” he said, taking a step back, hands up in a ‘for the love of God, don’t shoot!’ gesture. “Just talkin’.” “Find someone else to talk to,” the man mountain said, his voice silk with an unmistakeable steel core. “The lady is talking to me.”

Maggie stared at him not knowing if he was joking or not as he had a smirk on his face. "I know you must have a really busy schedule today," Maggie said not knowing how to start a conversation with him. She wondered what he would like to talk about as he seemed to be a man who was hard to read. Maybe he enjoyed talking about his business, a lot of men she had met in the past enjoyed talking about themselves and their achievements. She had once been on a date and the man preferred to bore her with his business talks, he didn't give her room to speak, and neither did he care to ask about her own opinion.

Now, I understand why other people would think I’m weird. Everyone went back to their workstation when Mr. Smith came with a group of men. They are all wearing suits but one of them stood out. He is in his early fifties but is still good-looking. It seems he is the boss of the group. My heart started pounding. Is he my Genie? A part of me wishes that he isn’t. Although he still looks attractive, he is not the man I have been imagining to meet. The man and Mr. Smith talked quietly. No one could hear their conversation since they almost whisper to each other. Everyone in the office was looking at the two men talking, waiting for instruction from any of them. After they talked, Mr. Smith instru