No More Mister Nice Guy Audiobook Novels & Stories

I lie, and I know Jordan knows that. Interesting lady. Well, have more if you like,” he insists. “No, mister Phillips. It's okay. Thank you.” My eyes meet Jordan's. His mouth utters the word, “Everything will be okay.” * * * * * My shift ends by seven and I wave a cab once I leave Jordan and mister Phillips inside. It was fun. Mister Phillips was the most amusing and pleasant man I have ever met. Despite the benefit of his wealth, there seems to be no clue of arrogance in his personality. Unlike Jordan, but comparing him to Jordan isn't my point. My point is, this is the first time I enjoyed my work for mister Crown.

Amber's POV... This chapter contains mature content... Finally after greeting half of the crowd, Mister came to me. I shook his hand and he clenched my hands so tightly. "You look good," I complimented him while he keep staring at me. He came near my ears and my hairs on the neck started standing straight. "Oh Trust me, I am waiting for the night to end, so that I can rip this outfit of yours, and have my way," he whispered in my ears and my eyes widened in surprise and my cheeks turned red.

“Not bloody likely! Throw him out, please, he is making my shop look untidy.” Mister Broken Bottle starts shouting drunkenly, but I march him outside despite his protests. Before I release him I lean closer, trying not to breathe through my nose. I growl into his ear, the snarl of the predator wolf that bypasses everything modern humans think they are and plugs itself straight into the terror centre of their primitive monkey-brain. “Don't come back.” I step around the puddle of fresh piss now forming, and go back into the shop. Mister Shouty has been clearing up the broken glass, but he hurries over to me when I get back inside. “Thank you, thank you. What can I do for you? You want spirits?

I immediately drove off to the office and thanks to God that the person, my meeting was fixed with was a bit late due to arriving on a late flight. After waiting for an hour more, he showed up along with his manager, assistant, and almost hundreds of bodyguards behind him which gives me a different image of him, I, myself is also a billionaire but I never needed so much security whenever I go somewhere, in fact, I prefer to be with my loved ones or alone rather than being with a bunch of strangers. He was in one of the most expensive skins fit suits, matching his lean figure, as his skin was paler than a ghost with the slight greenish-blue eyes, a super straight nose like a knife-edge, and s

I was a jerk because I intended to be sweet to Elena at that time not to make you jealous but for you to realize that I like someone else. I'm sorry I hurt you, I was a jerk I know. I saw how you avoided me after that and my conscience is killing me. Months of avoidance tortured me so much you know that? I hate myself because I hurt you and made you avoid me. I was an asshole and I don't know how you still managed to forgive me and give me a chance after that. ~The Master So that explains that he was really not allergic to seafood. He's really a jerk to not appreciate her will to give him food. But she could remember he told her that she was the reason why she loves seafood now. She was some

Jade announced before taking his leave. The three of them stole glances at him till he walked out. “Ugh, finally!" Mr. Tim clamoured as Jade walked out. "He might as we tell us not to breathe!” He added before taking a seat. “That asshole!” Barbara hissed. “He's just so full of himself just because he was born into a wealthy home.” As if they all said that suddenly, the three of them froze to the movement of the door as Jade came back to take his jacket from the handle of his executive chair. Then, they stood up, bowing a thousand times in a second, but he didn't even turn to them.

; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} - What is the matter Miron? - I come from Gloria right now… - How is she? - She is fine. She took very well the news of our accident. I told her you were fine which is true. A little shaken but fine. But she is worried. - Worried? I can understand. We are dealing with a crazy woman. - This is the problem; she doesn’t want you to deal with it anymore and to be honest neither do I.

Reminds me of the house in The Great Gatsby. "Your house is beautiful Mr. Lave..err...William," I stammered. "Thank you. I worked very hard to accumulate this much wealth. I assume a young man like you will be able to get here at some point. I wish, old man! I thought. My eyes wandered around the room. I saw a few picture frames on the mantle so I decided to check them out. Mr. Laverne didn't say anything and let me conduct my own observation.

Josh didn't look back again. Josh and Tristan leaned against the cold tiles of the bathroom. The lights flickered overhead. The hum of the electricity buzzed right in their eyes. They dropped down onto the floor. They looked dead to the world, but their lips curled up. It was a mechanic, maniac, wicked look. "That was fucking awesome, Mr. President," Tristan claimed.

"You follow that lawless woman who can't even control herself and thinks she can advise other people's wives…." "Joe…." "Shut the fuck up." The pleasantness evaporated. Just like that, one moment he was pleasant, the next the thing underneath it, cold and contemptuous. "You don't talk when I'm talking. I gave you everything. Everything. I tried to make you better…. a respectable woman, a woman worth something and this is what you do. This is how you…." "Excuse me." Cameron's voice. Quiet and entirely controlled. He stepped forward, putting himself into the conversation.