Novel & Cerita Missy Saloon

"That's what they always say, they don't swing that way until they swing by Sin City and next thing they're doing more swinging than monkeys in an African jungle." "You're missing the show, Missy" said the tall, buff, bartender with the nimblest hands I've ever seen, as he mixes a Long Island Ice Tea cocktail. He shoots the stripper a raised brow she takes the cue and seductively catwalks away in frustration, rolling her eyes and grunting under her breath, but not after she blows both of us a kiss.

The restaurant was a very short distance that we could have walked there but we drove. The small restaurant had a warm ambience to it, it was average sized but had a good number of customers. We spotted an empty table and sat down a waitress came over and handed us the menu. “I'll have a salad please.” Ashley said, Mr Brown arched an eyebrow at her in surprise. She gave a nervous laugh, “it's nerves uncle Brown.” He tried to keep it calm but he looked a bit bothered, “I told you, you have nothing to worry about in the case. And I hope it's just nerves and not some nonsense wave about being skinny, I've told you severally….”

Moon said casually. “You and Animikii are made for each other. Where is this fool we’re supposed to be meeting here? They’re late!” Misha slid off the stool and up to the bar. If she was going to be forced to wait here, at least she could have a drink while she was waiting. “Hey gorgeous, what are you drinking?” a guy standing next to her asked. Misha moved only her eyes to look at who addressed her. “You’re late, you should be buying me dinner.” She said, turning to him.

It was a fancy restaurant with beautiful scenery; thank God he didn't take me to a bar like one pervert that I know. We got into the restaurant, and everywhere was empty except for the staff that queued up at the entrance to welcome us immediately after we entered. One of the workers took us to our table; it was a bit funny, but I was honestly enjoying it. Damon took the chair and asked me to sit down. "What happened to all the customers?" I whispered to Damon. "We are the customers." "But there is no one here besides us; are we safe?" I queried him on "Relax, you are safe; I reserved the whole restaurant for the night," he proudly said.

[Annie, sorry to bug you again! I bought a box of cherries. Can I leave it with you for a bit?] [Annie, my mom sent some Milano cookies. They're super fragile. Can you set them aside for me? Thanks!] My phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Every message in the pickup station group chat was asking me to hold somebody's package. I logged the new deliveries while replying with quick "Got it" messages. Then Mrs. Warner from Unit 401 sent a voice message, sounding genuinely grateful.

Five minutes later, Ellie, her suspicions being proved right about what Missy conjured her up to wear, makes her way down to the living room. Missy is sitting on the couch waiting for her sipping on a glass of wine. As she makes her way over to the couch she notices the living room seems to be in the grips of a deep chill.

I nodded with appreciation as she went back to our guests. I noticed Missy straightening herself, she had put on a dress after she got here. She was hot as hell in anything but right now she had on a cute little black dress that seemed to wrap around her curves so damn well. I licked my lips watching her ass as she walked toward our guests. “Hello, I’m Luna Missy. Would you care for a seat? We have camping chairs,” Missy offered. I didn’t like her being close to them. I needed to get them away from here and hunt, why not turn it into me sounding hospitable? That’s what an Alpha would do.

“So, what are you and your friends up to today?” Missy picked up the paper on the table and scanned the current headlines. “Oh, nothing much,” she replied in between bites. “Just heading to the mall for a couple of hours and then maybe we’ll come back for a swim.” Matt had an amazing condo that looked like something out of a magazine for “Home & Style”. He definitely had good taste and even as a bachelor, he kept the place in pristine condition. In fact, it was cleaner than Missy’s Mother’s house. Matt had a private pool that overlooked the white sand beach that stretched for miles, and he was always more than happy to let Missy host pool parties with all of her friends.

We don’t know the dress code so me semi dressing up. We stop at the new club…Dynasti Bruno’s friend works at the door so we don’t have to wait in the long queues to get in. Becca ~”Wow this place is amazing.” Lori ~”Let’s find a table, I see a booth over there that is open.” Brenda ~”Are we having tequila and JD?” Becca ~”Tequila and JD it is.” Lori ~”So the strip club plan did not work on this Josh guy?”

I asked him. "Normal stuff. Studies. Lockers. Someone chainsawed a table in half because the teacher used internet explorer and it pissed a guy off." Cayden replied. "What a normal everyday life." I mocked. The bell of the cafe rang. The clicking of heels doesn't have to tell me who walked in. Of all the cafes that exist in the world. "Cayden. Audrey." Haylee greeted. "Hello, hello." "Hey." I smiled at her. "How's school?"