Sloppy Seconds The Tucker Max Leftovers Novels & Stories

Right at that moment, Adrian walked back into the VIP section, casually buttoning his tuxedo jacket. He caught Margaux's eye and let out a dark, knowing smirk, but he didn't utter a single word to deny it. His silent amusement only made Margaux’s suspicion grow twice as strong. Victor, sensing the awkward tension, suddenly stood up and grabbed my arm roughly. "We need to leave now. The dinner is over for us." I whimpered because he held me too hard. Julian leaned back, crossing his arms with a wicked smile. "Oh? Leaving so soon, Victor? I hope there is nothing wrong... after all, your business partner Gideon is still sitting right here. Are you just going to leave him behind?"

She closed her eyes, fingers moving faster over her clit, imagining him over her, inside her, filling her— Five days of this torture. Five days of hating him and wanting him and touching herself to memories of what they'd almost had. Her apartment was a disaster. Takeout containers everywhere, wine bottles lined up like soldiers, her laptop closed, job applications abandoned. Who could focus when cock-starved? Until the knock at her door. Her heart lurched and she jumped up. 'Please let it be Alex begging.' Another knock came as she hurriedly pulled on gray sweatpants and one of his old college hoodies she'd stolen years ago—back when they were just friends and she could pretend the way it s

At first, they wanted to save the leftovers for the next day, but the fridge was already packed with snacks and fruits Zach had bought from the supermarket. They had no choice but to throw out the leftovers. Tiger and Madelyn were practicing golf at the indoor golf course in Supreme World. After half an hour of practice, Tiger handed Madelyn a bottle of water. Then, they sat in the rest area. The air conditioning was on, but Madelyn took off her jacket because she felt a little hot. She wore a tight, black, semi-high-necked sweater under her jacket. The sweater outlined her perfect body shape, making her look youthfully beautiful but also maturely alluring. In simpler words, she looked stunn

“Cook.” Charity threw a glance at Max before turning around and returning to the living room. Max sighed and put all his energy into cooking. Although his charm could not move Charity, the tongue was the key to one’s heart. Perhaps he would be able to tackle her heart once he tamed her tongue. Max made the most of his cooking. He made grilled chicken, barbecue ribs, grilled eggplant, frittata, and some juice. All the dishes looked appetizing. Charity was dazed at the sight of the food. “Don’t you think you’ve… made too much food? Can the two of us finish everything?”

“Finish your breakfast, honey. The toast is getting cold. We will talk about it in the arena.” As usual Teresa did not like the audience. Max had to obey because nobody made a protest. They silently enjoyed the homemade bread and waffles and slices of fruits and cheeses and warm glasses of milk. Max and Zayn ate a lot, the servers replenished the plate of bacon three times. They both were well aware that today will be more rigorous than the last day. “Wow, you two eat a lot. Max, remember what goes in between the lips, goes to the hips.”

He is closed off and barely shows any emotions on his face. He suddenly pulled away and her heart felt disappointment for a second. "I...I want Lemon Salmon for dinner. Make it quick. I've been eating cup noodles for three days." he said before leaving the kitchen. Amber sighed with a smile. So he did like the food she made! As what he wanted. Amber made him Lemon Salmon and she added fragrant herbs with it. Max must have been suffering with the packaged noodles and wanted something light for dinner, or was it just a food craving?

"Sorry for the wait, gentlemen. I had to make sure his lunch was ready. Terry? Go to the kitchen, you'll see your lunch there. And don't come back until the guests are gone, do you understand me?" Terry who had stood up from the chair he was sitting on grinned. He turned to her, stopping in his stride. "Does this mean I get a second helping if the first meal isn't okay for me?" I laughed. He was witty. Rolling her eyes, Debra ignored the question. And knowing that his mother wasn't going to reply to him eventually, the young Terry Tucker made his way out of the sitting room. "Here, please have some rolls." The snack was really good. Christian Tucker knew how to get himself good women, I ackn

“We’re not famous. We’re us. Trucks don’t change that. Signs don’t change that. 3 PM doesn’t change that.” “Okay,” Alex said. Nodded. Looked at Bear. “Bear, is 16 smaller than 17?” _Bark._ Once. Yes. “Good,” Alex said. Climbed in car. “Then we’re closer. To done.” *7:19 PM. [SFX: DINNER. THEN KNOCK. THEN FOLDER.]* Dinner. Not grilled cheese. Takeout. Thai. We didn’t cook. Day 49. Truck day.

Shiny marble counters, the best appliances, fresh ingredients and a four-and-a-half-year-old just knocked me down like a first-week MasterChef dropout. “Sure,” I muttered. Max chuckled, clearly satisfied. “Daddy, you look like a sad Batman.” In the end, I gave up. Took two slices of bread, spread way-too-expensive strawberry jam on them, and slid them across to Max. “Thanks,” he said like a little prince. “But more, Daddy. You forgot I have a supersonic metabolism.” I refilled his plate. Then made myself a cup of coffee. Black. Strong. Like the dignity I’d left somewhere between the failed batter and past kitchen trauma.

" They took turns speaking, their tones earnest and faces full of smiles. It was as if they weren't the same people who had just used 40 thousand dollars to buy out and belittle a year's worth of my contributions. I listened quietly, my face still wearing that calm, compliant smile. After dinner, Jack and his family cheerfully saw my parents and me to the door. The moment I reached the car, my phone rang. It was Frank Morris, the technical supervisor from the farm. He was probably calling about the feed, so I answered. Frank's apologetic voice came through the speaker. "Noah, sorry to bother you so late. That new batch of ingredients that arrived today seems to be reacting oddly after mixing