Pushing Patrick Novels & Stories

Aiden was amused to see how Patrick was going to explain himself out of this situation. As the footage came to a close, Aiden stood up and pushed the wheelchair over, ensuring that Pat landed on the floor. "How long have you been able to walk?" Patrick hesitated. He then stood upright and met Aiden's gaze. "About five years," he answered with no emotion in his voice. "Five years? Five fucking years you've been putting on an act!" Aiden fumed.

"My legs hurt. I'll be fine after resting for a while." After Patrick finished, he sat up on his own. His forehead was full of sweat. He took off his suit jacket, and the shirt inside was completely soaked with sweat. Seeing this, my heart ached terribly. Although I couldn't feel it, looking at the large amount of sweat, I could imagine what kind of pain he just suffered. "Why are you pushing yourself?" I felt bad when I saw Patrick like this. Tears swirled in my eyes. He held me in his arms, patted me on the back and said, "It's okay. I only have one wedding with you in my life. I just don't want to have any regrets."

I ducked her well, she was even limping, why would she want to go and meet another man? I pushed the thought aside, Chloe would never do that. Soon, Patrick arrived with what I had requested. He had changed his attire at this time. He was wearing a plaid shirt and blue jeans which made him look smarter than earlier. He was wearing shorts at that time which I knew was because he wasn't on duty. Today was supposed to be his off day and this was because I had Lucas at that time. Lucas did not get off days but I made sure that he was well paid each time. Patrick connected the footage he had gotten to the big screen in my library so that it would be easier for me to watch as I sat behind my worki

she said loudly, "we just discussed going through the vicissitudes of life. But don't you think you need to be healthy enough to grow old with Cordy first?" "Yes," Patrick nodded repeatedly—whatever Zoe said went now. "Then do a hundred push-ups," Zoe said. "How are you going to protect your wife if you don't even have stamina?" Patrick froze. A hundred push-ups? Was she trying to kill her?! "Ms. York, Patrick isn't going to have his bride tonight after this!" Someone among Patrick's friends joked just then, and everyone laughed. "Is a hundred push-ups enough to exhaust him? That's sad," Zoe added insult to injury.

"This is to make up for last night." Tommaso pushed a velvet jewelry box toward me. A pink diamond, which cost a fortune, lay in it. The diamond sparkled beautifully in the morning light, but my heart remained unmoved. I glanced at it and gently pushed it back to him. "Why would I be upset?" I said lightly, elegantly cutting into the steak on my plate. "In a month, she'll be moving in anyway." Tommaso froze, his fork suspended in midair. "What do you mean?"

“Have a professional look at that, but it should keep your blood on the inside for the time being.” “Thanks, love,” Declan said, and rose to his feet. He was stiff, I could tell, but his muscles rolled and flexed under skin that had almost no fat on it whatsoever. Something about him was magnetic, and I wanted to stay close. Patrick, of course, had other ideas. “Come on, Claire,” Pat said, “I’ll take you home.” ~ * ~ Patrick held my bloodied sweatshirt as we headed back to the pick up truck. I couldn’t help but scoff. “So,” I said, climbing into the passenger’s seat, “my bar is connected to your underground fight club, or whatever.”

Even though the view made her shy, she was ready to let go with him at the same time. ​ “Ah!” She pushed her hips down hard, and he pushed up to meet her. While his hands helped her move, his other hand squeezed her breasts to make her go faster. ​ Arthur pulled his jeans down to his feet and spread his legs wider. He grabbed Patricia’s hips with both hands and pushed up hard. ​ “Ah! Arthur!” Patricia cried out because it felt so good and so exciting. He grabbed her and pushed into her hard. And she opened up for him, held his shoulders tightly with both hands. They both moved together with all their strength.

One of the men said. "Expired?? What was he talking about." Patrick wondered. He didn't think for long before the men began to drag him out. He tried struggling but it was of no use. "What the hell do you think your doing. Let go of me immediately." Patrick shouted at the men but that didn't stop them. They dragged he out roughly all the way downstairs and when they finally got downstairs they pushed he to the floor. Patrick was still in a daze. He was terribly confused.

he began. Nothing. Not a shift of breath. Not a tightening of her jaw. Not even the blink of an eyelash. Patrick tried to smile, tried to soften his voice as if gentleness could rewrite the last year of violence. “I hope you can forget him,” he continued. “So we can move on with our lives.” Still nothing. Michelle kept wiping the glass. Patrick exhaled carefully. He tried again. “Michelle, ” She set the glass down and looked at him. Not with anger.

P.o.V. Narrator Patrick could hardly contain himself as they pulled up to the High Valley pack house. He barely waited for the car to stop before jumping out and heading towards the trunk. He bounced impatiently shooting glares at the warrior who drove them who went to speak with a warrior from High Valley before opening the trunk. When the man finally turned around, he looked surprised to see Patrick waiting there and quickly fumbled in his pocket for the keys to unlock it.