Mister Night Novels & Stories

] The man urged his only grandson with so much enthusiasm. “I just woke up, Grandpa. Just say why.” [Ow, you’re such a buzzkill.] “I’d like to remind you where I got that attitude from.” He shot back. [Hmm, fair enough. I am calling to ask how last night went. How was it? Matty? My men here alerted me about a woman who entered your suite around 10 PM and left around five. Please tell me you’ve done it. May I remind you, you’re thirty next month.]

Mister didn't want to admit it, but that 'I don't give a damn' attitude really pissed him off. He knew that they were scared of him and he didn't understand why they wouldn't just give up and go home. Mister wondered to himself if they were really going to stick it out and stay, or if he'd catch them running away in the night. It didn't matter to him either way because one way or the other he was going to end this shit with Caine for good in two day's time.

“Estelle? Did you hear me?” “Well, yes. I miss you,” Estelle said. “I miss you too,” Mr. Mysterious said as he hugged her more tightly. “I’ve never looked forward to the coming of the night so much. In the past, I would feel lonely and depressed at night. But now I won’t. I like the night most and enjoy it because I can come to see you at night.” Hearing this, Estelle didn’t say anything or move and just let him hug her this way.

"Yes Mister A." Nick hung up. He rubbed his forehead and then his eyes again. He probably looked like crap, and smelled like on too. The shirt he had slept in looked like something an animal had chew up and spit out. His head felt like that too. "Hi." He heard her voice coming from the direction of his bedroom. He hung his head. Just great. "You're still here?" It was a rather cool evening, her shawl wrapped perfectly round her shoulders. She stepped up to the man holding the guest list with a smile on her face. "Miss Lawes." He said in recognition. No need to look over the sheet for her name.

his deeply and manly voice articulated. Mystique nodded to herself, if this man was going to pretend they didn't share a night, then she could also play that game. It was only but a one-night stand anyway, they were not supposed to meet, ever. Mystique cleared her throat and smiled widely, making the man frown. She wondered what his position was in this big company. "I am here to return these files to Mr. Gracias. He forgot them at a restaurant two days ago" she held the documents up but they were immediately smashed out of her hand by the cold person.

Not my best moment, but again, not my fault either . "Understood, sir." "Great. You can leave now." I turn to leave, then stop. "Yes, Mira. Any problems?" "No. Just a question." "Well, let's hear it." "Who's the client that's coming tonight, sir?" He leans back in his seat. "Mason Lachlan. New York City's most vicious billionaire." Holy guacamole. *** For the umpteenth time, I resist the urge to pick up my phone and inform Vanessa that the man of her dreams will be live at my workplace tonight. I'm pretty sure she would come running, even if she were to be in the midst of a very important photo shoot.