Sodapop Curtis Personality Novels & Stories

“Now… you want to share some of your birthday cake with everyone else?” He had wanted to, and that was the night that everything changed for Curtis at Curves. It had always been a damn good place to work, in terms of the money and the job, and he’d liked his colleagues just fine. Jax was a great boss, and Curtis had even liked most of the regulars. But he hadn’t shown any of that. He hadn’t gotten to know anybody, not really, and he sure as fuck hadn’t let them get to know him.

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.

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.

They had been travelling for a short vacation sponsored by Curtis’ mother. Taking a short break from her memory rewind in order to compare the two, she deduced that Kaden was different from Curtis. Whereas her ex boyfriend was a charmer, in your face, laughing at the same time he made damn sure you did whatever it was he wanted, Kaden was quieter, watching the world, waiting for something, she wasn't certain what.

she had them. Even now, as everyone rose around her, presumably dismissed to go excel or whatever, she thought of dozens of other things she could’ve said. That she was interested in project management because she did make things happen. That telecommunications was in her blood. That she had ideas for projects that Enzo hadn’t even thought of. That she was going to do a great job. Lorenzo Casello, CEO, billionaire, sex symbol, and jerk. That sexy magazine photo of him was coming down from the wall as soon as she got back to the dorm.

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.

Carmen glared at Charlie, and she wanted to say something to keep up her appearances, but she could not say anything at all even when the words had already reached her lips. She realized that Charlie’s character was really too similar to his father, that was none other than her second brother, Curtis. Why was Curtis so famous back then? He might look like a weak scholar, but he could easily prove his strength and abilities in front of an entire army. As long as he had already decided to do something, he would never give up or fail in his mission.

Stephen kept his sharp, cold eyes trained on Curtis. The latter didn't cower in fear at all. Instead, he met Stephen's gaze impatiently. "Sir, what do you want from me? I'm just a regular worker here. You've wasted a minute of my working hours. I won't be able to clock out on time later thanks to you." It was then that Stephen averted his gaze. "I heard that you're quite close to Conan." "Oh, you must be talking about that idiot." Curtis explained nonchalantly, "He's richer than the other kids, not to mention more gullible as well. I tend to ask for pocket money whenever I feel like it, if you get what I mean."

“Tessa, you must’ve sucked up to Mr. Pedro if he spared you and beat up Zoe.” Curtis’ voice carried across the open space with that same biting sarcasm he had always used on her, but this time there was something else mixed into it; something darker, more unsettled. He stood a few steps away, his posture rigid, his eyes scanning her from head to toe as if trying to make sense of a version of her he no longer understood. Tessa didn’t respond immediately. Instead, a faint smile curved her lips, slow and deliberate, as though his words amused her rather than hurt her.

I hugged him and he laughed at me. "Just make sure you get your best one. He's a playboy within the industry and he had fucked around too damn much, and I need him to have a new image. Those babies that you showed me earlier they looked innocent, give him that. Hell, even you look too innocent I wouldn't guess that you have a connection with the industry looking at the way that you dressed. Well, maybe except for the shoes." We both laughed at that, he knows shoes are my weakness from the very early days.