Mr Good Guy Novels & Stories

An elderly man's face surfaces. "Um ... Hello" I commenced not sure of how to start the conversation. "Hello. How may I help you ?" the man asked. Looking at the clothes he was wearing, you'd know he's just managing his life. "Actually my car got hit by someone earlier and he gave me a card to bring my car for fixing" I explained handing him the card . He accessed the card and a smile follows which I found kinda weird . "Come in" was what he said before turning around inside . My brows furrowed in confusion Nevertheless, I followed him. I almost choked at the unusual weird smell that was formulating in the room. Everywhere was dirty and full of grease.

The mask Guy Chapter thirty three (33) Mr smith . Mr smith walked into the police station with masculine men following him . With the look of things the masculine men are his body guard . “ I want to see miss Chloe smith “ mr smith said immediately he stepped into the building. He was having a good time with some of his girls when he got a call from the police that his daughter Chloe was arrested.without wasting time he came immediately as he needed to bail her out of the police custody before the case gets to the public. As he can’t afford that since once it gets to the public it’ll affect his business and he can’t risk that because of Chloe .

the man ask and I immediately pulled out my handkerchief to clean them but the man’s voice cut me off, “What are you doing?” “Cleaning your shoe sir” “Don’t tell me you’re going to use that rag to clean my ‘limited edition Jordan shoes’?” I looked at Carson in confusion, as if to ask him if he knew this man has mental disorder. “Bend your head and wipe it clean with your tongue bitch!” The man instructed and I shot him a glare. Carson bowed quickly, “Let me clean it with my uniform sir, but not her tongue” “Then be ready to face the law for delivering lousy services and hiring imps like this!” He thundered and I shivered.

He was the most impatient one among all of them. The eldest man, who happened to be holding a gun, frowned. He was the boss that the guy with the red bandana was talking to. His name was Gunnar, and he was very muscular compared to his lower comrades. Gunnar replied to him, “Be patient, Shark. If that man doesn't show up in the next 15 minutes, I'll make sure that this young lady suffers beyond anyone's imagination. One way or the other, it's going to be fun for us”.

I explained slowly. " Never used one, I have no idea how they work." His statement took me a little off guard. Everyone used those apps at least once. But then I looked at him closely. Well, in his case, it was not necessary. Dark brown hair, grey eyes, and this five o'clock shadow covering his strong jaw made him sexy as f*ck. All that, combined with a muscular, tanned body, made him deadly attractive. Yes, someone like Marcus did not use dating apps. He would rather have security to chase all the women ready to throw themselves at him.

came the response, and Carol's stomach performed that traitorous flip it always did at the sound of his voice. They made their way through the living room, past the leather sofa where Carol had sat countless times pretending to watch movies while secretly cataloging every movement Mr. Rich made when he passed through. The kitchen opened up before them, all granite countertops and stainless steel appliances, and there he was. Mr. Rich stood at the island, still in his work clothes—dark slacks and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was chopping vegetables with practiced efficiency, a cutting board before him and a pan already heating on the stove. He looked up whe

It may not be much for me, but a small tiny smile appeared on his face but disappeared within a couple of seconds. Seeing that he had got what he came for he stood up and walked out before stating that he will pick me up at 7 pm. I couldn't help but still be mesmerized by him. Just days ago I was in England and hoping for a normal and peaceful life but days later the thought of normal life seems like a dream after being plastered on every media article with a man that was known for playing with women's body and throwing them away. Associated with a dangerous man but I couldn't help being charmed by this mysterious arura. Believing that there is a deeper story behind is ruthless actions.

I was curious about it as well because we woke up due to the noises coming from my home but still they didn’t seem to know that I was not in my home and also it was strange that they didn’t saw me coming back as the door to Brent’s house is not so far from the door of my home. Officer Harris sent them outside and asked for the other person. The one who attacked me, the one whose voice gave me goosebumps, the one who pointed a knife on me many times, the one who became the reason for my sleepless nights. He was the person we were in search of for the past 6 months. He entered the room confidently as if coming in this room was not something new for him. He had a smile on his face as he sat on

He looks amused but eventually, he smiled again. "You are eye-catching. But don't worry, I don't do hookups, If I like a girl, I'll be loyal asf" I smirk upon hearing his remarks "Don't play mind games on me, Mister! I'm way better than a player!" I said with a devilish smile. Men will always be men. They are all sweet talkers until they got what they want.

Moore. "Ah, Roger. It's so good to see you, my boy," Mr. Moore greets him with a strong slap on the back rather than the expected handshake. The move catches my new boss off guard and his face falters in shock. But when I look again his smile is firmly back in place.