Mr. Crocker Novels & Stories

I watched the interaction between them with a slight curve at the corner of my lips. Holding the lead rope around her neck, I led her out of the stable. Leaving her with Stella, I walked back into the stable, spotting Aaron in front of a brown horse, holding out a half-bitten apple to it. I arched a brow, walking towards them. The horse naturally spotting me before the stable boy. “Lord Oliver,” he stumbled snapping his gaze to mine, his arm still held out towards the horse. “How many times do I need to remind you to just call me Oliver?”

Author P.O.V A dark-haired man with a tan complexion and piercing dark eyes exited the towering apartment building, his posture exuding confidence as he slid into the sleek interior of his sports car. This was Owen Brown, a name known to anyone who paid even the slightest attention to the culinary world in South California. He was not just any chef ,he was a celebrity. Over the last six years, he had built a veritable empire, opening a chain of restaurants and cafes, with The Dream being the crown jewel of his achievements. His cooking show drew millions of viewers, and his charm ensured that every public appearance turned into a headline.

an old fellow, Mr Clinton asked, cutting Hunter off and approaching us with a glass of wine in his hand. “ Mr Clinton, I'm doing just fine. How about you?” “ I'm just wondering around. How's the evening going for you?” “ Splendid I suppose”. “ And who do we have here?” he asked, looking lustfully at Hunter. “ Oh, forgive manners. Meet my husband, Mr Middleton, the CEO of T.K group. Honey, meet Mr Clinton, the CEO of Ivy League group”, I said. “ A pleasure to meet your acquaintance”, Hunter held our his hand for a handshake.

an old fellow, Mr Clinton asked, cutting Hunter off and approaching us with a glass of wine in his hand. “ Mr Clinton, I'm doing just fine. How about you?” “ I'm just wondering around. How's the evening going for you?” “ Splendid I suppose”. “ And who do we have here?” he asked, looking lustfully at Hunter. “ Oh, forgive manners. Meet my husband, Mr Middleton, the CEO of T.K group. Honey, meet Mr Clinton, the CEO of Ivy League group”, I said. “ A pleasure to meet your acquaintance”, Hunter held our his hand for a handshake.

I ask Luke because I’m so certain that we have met before. Luke bursts into laughing. Why is he laughing at me? Did I say something funny? “And why is a high school kid asking me if we have met before?” Luke asks me ironically. There’s no need to be rude. I just want to know who he is. Is he so important that I cannot ask who he is? “Ignore him. My father owns the biggest ranch, and my family runs it. We sell organic beef and other stuff. Even livestock.” Justin explains to me.

He said with wide eyes, excitement lacing his voice. "Jeff Bezos?" She asked dryly, relaxing back into her chair. "Even better," he said, and she immediately sat up. Who could be more important than one of the richest man on Earth? "it's Alan Wesley, the CEO of the Wesley Entertainment Company!! His company produced your favourite movie 'Lost in the moon'?!" He said really fast and Amanda's mouth dropped open. "As in the Alan Wesley?" She asked sceptically and Oliver nodded rapidly "why? OMG!! What's happening?" She asked repeatedly, letting the excitement take over her and momentarily losing her cool.

Cracker's arms tightened in a way that felt like she was safe and secure. Damn, he was tall, something she hadn't recognized previously. And he didn't stink which she thought all homeless people did. He probably actually smelled better than she did. She had thought of him as scrawny but he wasn't. He wasn't even thin. His arms were well muscled and wire tight. Juicy slipped out of his grip. Self-consciously she crossed her arms in front of herself. Even though she had stepped back, Mr. Cracker—Troy rubbed her shoulder reassuringly before he turned to the door and blew out a stressed breath.

I am relieved when Simon makes an appearance. “The table looks so lovely M, I love what you have done with it. Maybe we should entertain more if I get to see how talented you are.” "Yes, I can see your house keeper is a man of many talents," Mr douche chimes in with false sincerity. Simon looks at him with a strange expression, and I can see his jaw harden. "Marcus is more than my House keeper he is also my friend and my…and ..and someone very special to me," he finishes softly, taking my hands in his. This man ..he really knows how to wreck me. I squeeze his hand, hoping he can see how grateful I am. I get up to bring the food to the table and tune out their shop talk as I plate the food.

But why was Aiden so polite towards this loser? And what did Aiden just call him? Mr Cra…Crawford? “Mr Baker, please let me explain, I think there might be some misunderstanding. We were just suspicious of this young man and we only wanted to check his admission ticket. After all, you know how important this cruise party is!” “Hehe, of course I know! Ted Lopez and Yancy Zimmerman, do you both know who this person is?” Aiden pointed at Gerald. “He’s Gerald Crawford, the owner of Mayberry Commercial Street. Do you seriously think he would steal your tickets?”

Sugary Goodness "That's not how it is supposed to work Mr. McCain. Yes... I know you had paid a large amount of money. Yes... but our girl is still free to decide. It is quite clear on the agreement sir. Let's see, how about if I set you up with a more suitable girl for you? I'm really sorry about this. Why don't you take Jaquelyn to dinner first, anyplace of your choosing all expenses are on us, as a token of our apology. Then if you deemed appropriate, she will replace your previous one? And I will take care of everything personally. Yes sir, I understand. I will set it up with Jaquelyn tonight. Thank you, sir." Damn billionaires! I finally ended his call. Mr. McCain was one of our top pay