Soda Pop Curtis Novels & Stories

He was handsome and I couldn't peel my eyes away from him until he finally smirked and told me that my client has arrived. The slight embarrassment that he knows what I was there for made my cheeks flush and I couldn't read his expression when he moved back and blended in with the rest of the crowd. I took a deep breath and walked to the bar where Curtis Cuthbert, who can pass as Captain America's stunt double was ordering himself a drink. I could hear my heart pounding when I squeezes beside him to order the gayest cocktail of the century. "Appletini, please...oh, I'm so sorry..."

He looked longingly at the smoldering butt, then at his interrogator. “You’re in deep shit, Jonesy,” said his old partner, Randy. Curtis smiled even broader. This was a game he knew only too well. “Brought you outta retirement for this, partner? How’s Dolores? Send her my best, will you?” Curtis’s voice sounded like gravel even to himself. No doubt due to his two-pack-a-day habit lubricated by bourbon.

“You doing OK?” “Yeah. Hi.” “Sleep well?” “Sure.” OK, that was a small lie, but what the hell. Curtis crossed his huge arms. “You want something to eat? Luke knows you’re here, and he’s waiting on your order.” “Really?” “Yeah.” Curtis nodded at the bar. “I made you a coffee when I heard you moving around."

How could he recognize his cousin's sister, who was not yet a year old, now transformed into a beautiful teenager? "Of course, not disappointing, but it had made me not recognize you," said Cara. Time has passed quickly, and now they finally meet and reunite, hoping nothing more will happen to make them suffer. Happy life to the end is everyone's wish, and Sam Edgar Pravitel will keep a good eye on his son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren for the rest of his life. Six years have passed, and Maksim still needs to find a suitable woman to take as his wife. And this failure made him get the temptation by his brother and sister's cousins.

Soon, the waiters began serving dishes and drinks one after another. Calvin got up to pour drinks and serve dishes for them. The two children had endless topics to chat about and got along exceptionally well. The adults didn't disturb them. Margot knew that Curtis couldn't eat much, so she made his dishes lighter. Tommy and Calvin didn't know that Curtis was ill, so they poured him beer. Little did they know that Curtis would reject them. "You two drink. Curtis has quit drinking." Tommy didn't know why this big CEO had to quit drinking. He smiled and said, "Can't you at least drink a small cup for a toast? Just one."

He groaned, crossing his little arms over his small chest. “Pick someone better to copy. Renato is not exactly a model citizen.” Chocolate snorted, obviously enjoying the back and forth Curtis and I were engaging in. Curtis tilted his head to one side, huffing. “He's my model citizen.” Chocolate’s smile softened as she looked at him. “That’s cute.” “Don’t encourage him,” I muttered.

“You look like you’ve been dragged to hell, and even hell didn’t want ya and sent you packin’.” “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I tease, rolling my eyes. “You’re a real southern gentleman, Curtis.” He waves me off with one of his huge, calloused hands. Curtis is average height and portly, but his strength is truly incredible. His stained white shirt is coated in sweat while he yanks and fumbles with the chainsaw, mumbling curses under his breath. I find his company comforting in a way I can’t explain. “Are there… big animals out here?”

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

SHELBY POV I have been working both jobs for four weeks now, and the pay is excellent. All the tips I make go into my brand new savings account, and I already have $900. Nothing else has changed. Curt still comes in every night to buy beer. He does shoot me a smile every time now, but nothing else. He seems to be getting worse. He hasn't shaved in who knows how long, and he looks tired. So very tired. It breaks my heart to see a guy like him so broken.

"Hmm..." "Ohh, is it a 'need not to know' thing? It's okay." Kitty quickly added, seeing Erebus's hesitation. "Not like that. I just don't want to worry you too much with no facts confirmed." Erebus sighed slightly with his hand on her head, "Tell me about Curtis?" "Well, he is nice. Good at bartending. Has been to a lot of places obviously. What's up?" Kitty shrugged. "Nothing, just curious." Erebus mimicked her shrugged and Kitty burst into laughter...