Paul X Patryk Novels & Stories

"Book a flight to Los Angeles for me. I'll leave early tomorrow." After hanging up the phone, Patrick returned to bed and closed his eyes. Patrick flew to Los Angeles, and even Christine didn't know about it. After all, Fittro Club was only one of Patrick's businesses, an insignificant one. He lingered here only because he met Gloria the other day. As the Alpha of the Black Thorn Pack, Patrick was the head of the Hammond Group and was a busy man. He wouldn’t just stay in Fittro Club. Three days later, after Patrick left Gabbs, Gloria saw a familiar face in Fittro Club.

I willed him to speak freely and openly with me. "What's your name?" I asked. He offered me his hand. "Paul. Paul Kininsky. And you are?" "Kim." I gave him my hand. "Are you here alone, Paul?" "Yeah. I ... I've been trying to meet someone nice." He blinked rapidly but then looked into my eyes and smiled. "Really? You don't have a wife or girlfriend?" "A girlfriend. Amanda. But she doesn't like this kind of music." Paul blinked again. "I can't believe I told you I had a girlfriend."

Each breath was becoming more ragged as he began caving under the pressure. "P-Perhaps you've h-heard of my father Gerald Fitzer? Y-Your club and him did some business in the past.. He told me how much he respects you and your work." "Ah yes Gerald! I remember him! No backbone at all, raised a nasty little crotch goblin, think his name was Paul. Veery spoiled that one. How is your father!?" Paul decided it would definitely be in his best interest to ignore the jab at him being a crotch goblin. But seeing he responded kindly about his father Paul figured he would use that. "He's doing great, he told me you were one of his favorite clients."

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.

✨✨✨✨✨ Russell I drove to the small grocery outlet in town, parked the car, and headed inside. The place looked more prominent than the last time I was here. Indeed, this place was remodeled. No wonder it was closed off last year. "Hey, Patty!" I greeted an elderly lady at the register. She had worked here for as long as I could remember. "Hi, honey. It's good to see you back home. I hear you brought home a hottie with you. When can we meet her?" She says, making me lower my head to cover my blush as I chuckled.

I asked impatiently, shooting him a quizzical look. “It’s about that your gym instructor. What’s his name again? Oh, I think it’s Vic… Vicky or Victor or something,” he said and I chuckled lightly. “What do you want? I mean, what does Patrick have to do with this?” I asked and he smiled. “Well, I just want to let you know that he’s a scam and whatever thing he has told you is a very big lie,” he said. I couldn’t lie, that caught me off guard, because I didn’t remember telling Landry anything about my personal life, especially not something that deep.

Matthew complimented Patrick sincerely. “Thanks, man. Years of practice, mainly at The Sin club.” Patrick said laughing. He didn’t want to admit that he used to play the piano in clubs and sing during his student days. “I heard that yours is not worse than mine.” He added after a moment of hesitation. He saw the famous masterpiece “Nothing else matters” on Youtube and was aware of the famed bet, but he didn’t mention that. “As a trio, you will sound pretty good. Even Jo's counterfeit sounds quite original. You should make an album.” Mike commented sarcastically. “You may make good money.”

"Ladies free before eleven, Patty." Patty then started cussing him out in Spanish. The only part I got was her saying that he was only doing that because she said no to drinks the one time he asked, in which Rojelio replied in Spanish as well, denying that claim. "Patty it's fine. I'll pay it," Paul said, too blitzed to care about the price, but Beth was obviously unhappy that Paul was the odd one out. "This...this is totally unfair!" she slurred. I wanted to laugh because she sounded like a mom yelling at a store manager.

And the four men sitting behind it. The man—the wolf—in the center is obviously the king. He is huge, with a shaved head, broad shoulders, and a thick neck. On one side of him, there’s a male with an unruly beard, and on the other sits a short male with long brown hair. My gaze snags on another male sitting further away from them at the end of the table—the only one who is not looking at me. He’s sitting with one arm over the back of his chair as he peels an apple with a small knife. He is strikingly handsome, with a sharp jawline and dark hair. Unlike the others, he is wearing breeches, not a kilt.

The pair continued to converse while Avita looked at her pots. At the same time, Patrick was busy arranging the files he had brought back home. Patrick is 26 years old, 1.69m tall, and has bronze-colored skin, unlike Avita, who is merely an assistant. He leads a sales team of over twenty people in a medium-sized company. He earns more than Avita, therefore he pays the rent and receives a salary of OWD 5,000 without commissions. And if he adds commissions, he can earn up to double or more in a month, depending on how well the firm does that month.