Sodapop Curtis Drawing Mga Nobela at Kwento

She turned her head to look thoughtfully at her own casually sketched drawing on the table and then sat down at the table, picked up the pen, and continued to draw undistracted. Those who had a discerning eye would be surprised by what she drew–it was the drawing of the Dodge Tomahawk. Something seemed to have inspired her; she was making some changes in the drawing. After a long while, she looked at the drawing with a satisfied smile creeping across her face. "It's done." Just then, someone knocked on the door gently, and Nicole said, "Come in." Carl appeared outside the door. He looked at Nicole across from him with his lip pursed, saying nothing for a moment.

Curtis thrust into me. Mr. Curtis groaned as he pulled out of me. I shuddered and sank to the floor, kneeling there like a bitch. I licked my lips as Mr. Curtis dropped to his knees and rammed his cock back into my cunt. I moaned as the coach shoved down his gym shorts. His big, brown cock popped out. I shuddered and swallowed his cock. "Fuck," he groaned as I suckled on him. "Ms. Waters! You're a fucking whore!"

Curt said and grabbed his shirt out of his locker. “I am, but I still appreciate a good pussy-tale,” Goldman said and laughed. Curt chuckled. “Pussy-tale? You’re one of a kind, Goldman. I tell you what. If you can find it in your heart to give me a couple of aspirin, I tell you about it on traffic duty.” “I think Patty got some in her purse upstairs. And I’ll sweeten the pot. I got some eye drops in my locker. You’re eyes are a little bloodshot.”

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."

Now, they really looked like drunks with their fake smile and tired faces. Curtis made a disgusted face and shook his head before gesturing at the guards to go back to their various posts to which they obeyed immediately. The Don just turned back and left by the way through which he came. Curtis was about to turn back but somehow, his gaze dropped below the couch and they all follow his gaze to see a piece of large glass peeking out from under the couch. His gaze trailed upwards till they landed on the portrait and then he smirked.

"Hey, man,” Aidan had called, his Texan drawl more pronounced than usual. Curtis knew that he did that to warm up to the ladies, and damned if the fucker didn’t get away with it every single time. On many, many occasions, Curtis had watched the female Curves clientele practically melt into a puddle right in front of Aidan, shedding their panties as they went down. “C’mon over and meet Tessa Mahoney. Darlin’, this is Curtis Manning.”

We are losing her. Curtis’s favourite toy? His favourite toy? “Open it.” I say and Tony gets to work. He enters the code with a tissue and pulls the handle down and opens the safe door with a creak. He staggers back and gags. Andros does the same. I move closer to the safe and see what has my men gagging. I see it at the bottom of the safe. “Curtis’s favourite toy.” I say when I slam the safe shut, before turning and walking back towards the stairs.

“I think they invited me to join them.” “They would,” Aidan said. “They’re asking every woman who wanders past, so Jax sent Curtis over to keep ‘em in line.” “That’d do it,” Zoe muttered. “He’s mega-scary.” “Scarier than King?” Jo asked, slurping the last of her Cosmo. “‘Cause I can’t imagine anyone scarier than King.” Zoe considered her question seriously. “Hmmmmm. OK, no. Not scarier than King, ‘cause King is his own brand of terrifying. Curtis is terrifying-esque. Terrifying lite. But still a damn beast.”

The boy doesn’t know how to treat a lady, maybe that’s why Olivia is cheating on him with Noah. Heavy footsteps fill the silence as the boys move to the stage, I squeeze my lips as the first group start their introduction, not caring to look at them. I can identify them by their voices. They are halfway gone with the introductions when it hits me that someone is missing. I raise my hand, Miss Jota nods. “Yes, Tessa?” A lump forms on my throat when different pairs of eyes turn to me, I say, “Curt is not here.” “Curtis?” That’s his full name. I nod and she pulls out a note from under the scripts. “He quit.”

Almost an extinct species. Curt pulled up next, windows down, bass thudding like we were headed to a club instead of the Rinks. The moment he slammed his door shut, his voice boomed across the lot. “Damn, y’all look like you’re about to go to war.” He tossed his bag into the back of the bus without a glance, then dragged out a six-pack of beer from under his seat and cracked one open. He didn’t offer but threw some around. Lechandray was the first before the rest started drinking.