Nam Do San Novels & Stories

They’d just twist my words anyway. The guide—a chipper man with a polished smile and a clipboard—introduces himself as Daniel and claps his hands together, launching into a speech about the hotel’s amenities. His enthusiasm is contagious at first, but it’s hard to focus with the weight of everyone’s stares drilling into me. As Daniel leads us on the tour, pointing out the spa, gym, and various luxuries, I stay near the back of the group, keeping my head down.

“ The next time you try something like that, I won't be so forgiving.” The sudden clap of hands echoes in the room, the crisp sound demanding for our attention. Both of our heads turn to stare in the direction of the clap. There at the door stands a fucking tall, handsome man, I can only guess he is 6’4. He is freakishly hot, with a rugged look that makes my knees weak. His jaw is so sharp it can cut through anything “ Quite a show you both have going on,” He says casually as he leans on the door. A huge rugged smirk plastered on his handsome face. “Tell me, Santino, is this her?”

Except one. Dawn.

Her face was cheeky. "He's carribean too, no?" Ryan looked at me, picking up some chicken off my plate. "Yeah, Jamaican." "Am I going to get some great grandbabies?!" Nan danced, both me and Ryan laughing at her. "Ask him! He's older than me!" I pointed at Ryan.

Leo squeezes my hand. “Anything you wan Noves”