Scott Mccall Season 1 Novels & Stories

But her face immediately turned gloomy when she saw that the chair was still empty. Kimberly took a deep breath as she pulled the chair. Her face showed disappointment, and it was very clear. She even pressed her buttocks too hard when she sat down as a form of disappointment. "Miss Spencer, will Mr. Conner be coming? He hasn't been seen for a few days." Haylee, the deputy manager, asked while sitting next to Kimberly. Everyone knew that Kimberly was close to Nicholas, so they thought Kimberly knew about Nicholas. Although they knew Nicholas' sexual orientation, they couldn't deny that Nicholas' handsome face was a major attraction for them.

Mia collapsed into sobs as they dragged him out. Scott stood, his chest heaving, and walked out without looking back. Scott poured himself a whiskey in his study. His hands were still shaking. The door burst open. Cooper stormed in, his face twisted with fury. “You’re having breakfasts and going to strip clubs while our dream is being stolen and ruined?” Scott set the glass down carefully. “Cooper—” “Don’t.” Cooper’s voice was sharp as a blade. “Don’t you dare try to calm me down.”

“You never quite get used to the limitations.” “No, I wouldn’t think so.” Scott turned the chair around, rolled it out onto the sidewalk, and headed up the street away from the warehouse. Martha placed her hands on the wheels and tried to take control. “I’ll be fine now, Mr. McGillikin. Thank you.” Scott ignored her efforts and continued to push the chair before him as he walked along. “Have you ever thought about being in the movies, Miss Baimbridge?” His voice was calm, almost musical.

Two of Royce's men drag someone in, and McCall jaw drops. He lets out a gasp. It's Scott, but he is barely recognizable, his face is swollen and bloody and his clothes are torn and stained with blood, bruises, cuts and welts all over his skin. "What's going on?" the professor asks before he can stop himself. Scott is one of Royce's most trusted men, it’s why he let him get away with challenging him in front of Raven. What could he have done? Royce ends his call quickly, his expression turning hard again.

Scott took the memory card in the camera and ruined it. "No! That camera is worth thousands of dollars" The reporter yelled "Do you want to die? Taking pictures of me? Now go and if you still have the desire to live" Scott said as pushed the reporter away. The scared reporter scampered away hurriedly leaving his ID card behind. Scott took the ID card and kept it in his pocket. "Hey! Where are you? I've been waiting?" Kylie said to Scott over the phone. "I'm on my way back. I'm looking at you" Scott said and Kylie turned back. She smiled as she saw him and waved. To Be Continued To Be Continued

I wanted to clean him up, hold him, ask about his mother and those dreams he gave up. Instead, I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip down his thighs. The sight should’ve satisfied me. But it only made the fear worse. “This changes nothing,” I said coldly, tucking myself away. “You’re still just an employee.” Scott turned around, eyes flashing with confidence as he pulled up his pants. “Playing hide and seek, huh? I think I am beginning to enjoy the game.” He walked out, leaving me alone in the dim room with nothing but the scent of sex and the terrifying realization that Scott McAllen wasn’t just under my skin.

I said firmly to Maura. “Good,” she smirked while scooping apple pie. “By the way, this has excellent taste. Pack for us.” “I don’t want to eat that shit!” Scott gritted his teeth out and sprang to his feet. I felt my heart pound harder when our eyes locked. There was something in there. I couldn’t make out what it was, but he was feeling something deeply. He was trying hard to hide it with his cold exterior, but he could not. “Let’s go.” I was startled when Maura interrupted us. Scott looked away, his jaw clenched hard and his fist tightened into a fist as he stalked off into the room.

a mocking voice purred beside him. Glancing down, Scott found a smile for the beautiful model, Elizabeth Smith who’d sidled up against him. Setting his teeth together behind the relaxed line of his mouth, he drawled, "Hello, Elizabeth. What are you doing here? Still enjoying playing the heartless bitch, I see" "I’m heartless?" Her lovely eyes opened wide. "I should be the one saying that. Tell me, Scott McCall, how many hearts have you broken since you became sexually active?"

“I’m not small.” “I know,” he said. “They don’t.” A knock hit Scott’s window. All four of them froze. Scott opened the door and stepped out. Outside stood Malcolm Price. Suit. Smile. Calm eyes. Like he had walked there to see if they would break. Freeda opened her door before Winnie could stop her. “Freeda,” Winnie hissed. Freeda stepped out. “I’m done being pushed around.” Scott moved between her and Malcolm without touching either of them.

“Oh, my god. You did something scandalous, didn’t you?” Scott laughs, shaking his head. “Relax, drama queen. I had a couple of drinks at the hotel bar, ate way too much room service on Damien’s tab, and went to bed early.” McKenzy huffs in disappointment. “Well, that’s boring.” Scott grins wider. “But the game was amazing. Best one I’ve ever been to.” She turns to Tomas, who has been smiling quietly through the exchange. “What about you, professor? Anything scandalous?”