Modest Novels & Stories

Instead, she leans into the moment, adjusting her posture, tilting her head, trying to reclaim control with her body, as if seduction is still a currency here. Disgust curls my lips into a brief, involuntary smile. “Sorry, Miss Moore,” I say calmly, my voice flat. “I’m not interested in other people’s leftovers.” She stiffens, just for a second. I let the silence stretch before adding, in a final colder tone, “Let’s talk business. Call Mr S. Now.”

Moore seriously gets offended. His voice laced with a simmering anger, Mr. Moore leaned forward, his piercing gaze locked onto Nathan. “Is this why you wanted to meet me in person, Mr. Kingston?” The old man’s tone turned stern and uncompromising. “Is this the crux of our meeting, and was the proposal merely a ruse to gain my trust?” His words were sharp and accusatory, catching Nathan off guard with their precision and insight.

But an hour into the dinner and he hasn’t even arrived yet. Alexander pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “I apologize for my son’s tardiness, Leia-” The whirlwind that is Christian Moore saunters in, looking devastatingly gorgeous in his signature Tom Ford suit. Dark blonde hair, blue eyes, day-old stubble, the obviously gorgeous body underneath everything, and when he sits down next to me, he smells as good as he looks. Woodsy, with a mix of spice and dark leather; no doubt a Tom Ford fragrance.

Thinking about it, where is that man off to again? • • • • "Ugh. My hips hurt so bad." I grumbled as I sat on the couch. I'm really thankful that Ate July and I bought Modess napkins with wings last time. I'm also glad that we aren't somewhere else right now. It would be a very hard day and I would be in a very grumpy mood if we did.

Leo jumped in after me. "Do you think that this is ok?" Marissa asked. I smiled, she looked lovely in a halter top black dress. "You look great!" I nodded and she smiled. I got dressed quickly in a low cut white dress with red stripes and leaves on it. I left my hair down and put on some light makeup. Marissa and I packed a bag with some clothes for tonight and tomorrow morning along and we were set. "Ok I'm ready." I said as I grabbed my purse.

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Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

"I actually love that place." "Good. Love it with Drake so he's not alone." She pulled the door open. "I'll never be able to stop eating the things I love most. I've just started to learn how to eat them in moderation. Butter, sugar and bacon will always be on my table. He's just going to have to learn to accept it." "From the extra fluff around his waist, I would say that he's well on his way to accepting it if not loving it." She snorted, waved and walked to her car.

I say with an airy laugh to hide the fact I am uncomfortable and he nods. "I am gold status Lt. Modok of the planet Gaimo," he says while watching my face with a rather serious expression and I freeze up a little. His eyes freak me out. His pupils are so much thinner than Baalee's and the other Keas. The color of them is also similar to a reptile's, green with flecks of brown. "Well, I am happy to meet you Modok," I say trying to move past the fact I was staring at him again.

“He keeps me flush with the good shit and I’m always happy to share. Plus, I’ve never believed that it’s good for a man to drink, or smoke, alone. Isn’t that right, Warthog?” Through the haze of smoke, I could barely make out the rather furry man seated at the end of a large leather sofa. Warthog, who I thought looked a bit like Cheech, or was it Chong, simply smiled through his bushy black and grey beard. Causing his eyes to disappear behind his wire-rimmed glasses. “We’re not sitting, because we’re not staying,” Minus said, clearly pissed. “Actually, she can sit all she wants.” He motioned to me. “What the fuck do I care, but I’m outta here,” he said, turning to leave.