Sodapop Curtis Personality Novels & Stories

I wasn’t sure if he’d already known or why he would put her off now but it continued to anger me and also concern me that Curtis knew the gig was up. It was getting late and I was glad when I saw Russ standing outside the back door. Jason tried to follow me but I asked him to let me find out first as he was already angry enough. “Russ, what do you know?” “Mr. Blake, Curtis had been with a woman before he met Susan. Her name was Candy Zulsiki and she was known on the streets for doing anything for a buck if you know what I mean”. Russ showed me a picture she was a pretty Burnette with a nice slim frame but you could see by her face she’d seen way more than she should of at some point and had

I lost it and kicked the door open. "Ms. May, are you so desperate to keep your personal assistant around?" Curtis had stood off to the side, eyes wet. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stone. Where I come from, love is blessed by the gods. We don't need cold paperwork. Marriage isn't meant to be a cage." That was the first time Eden slapped me in public. "When your heart's rotten, you think the worst of everyone. Curtis is pure and kind. He's nothing like you, someone who plots behind people's backs!"

There was nothing to be nervous about. "Let's get you another one of those," the Hispanic man said and signaled to the bartender. We began chatting as I sipped on another glass of alcohol. The man sitting on my left was a tall, thin black man named Curtis. He had gone to Columbia and was now an accountant by day. He was clearly very intelligent and witty, and confident in himself. On my right was Greg, who had gone to BYU as a baseball player and become a Mormon missionary before leaving and finding a new life as a high-school gym teacher. He had dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. He was the shortest of the group, and also probably the most reserved.

So when she mentioned his interest, I didn't believe her. Was he waiting for me to make a move? If I hadn't, would he have? It's the only explanation. I pitched the deal a few hours ago, expecting weeks of back-and-forth, but Curtis black really is different. A slow, satisfied grin spread across my face as I stepped into the bedroom, “Sophie, clear my evening. We should celebrate,” I instructed. “Yes, sir!” She chirped. I could practically hear the grin in her voice. “Finally, some good news! I was starting to think you’d turn into one of those broody CEOs with how moody you've been off late.”

I just offered a polite smile and turned back to my work. That evening, as I was leaving, I spotted Noah standing by my car at the parking lot. He greeted me with an easy smile, and we fell into casual conversation. It felt nice to laugh about something as simple as his failed attempt at baking the previous night. When Dante walked out and saw us talking, his steps faltered, and his gaze hardened, but I ignored it. Noah was a friend—someone who was casually genuine about my well-being.

It was the kind of store where champagne was served at the door, velvet curtains hung from the ceiling, and none of the racks displayed price tags because if you had to ask, you couldn't afford it. I pushed through the glass door, the heavy chime ringing overhead. The sales associate behind the marble counter—a tall, impeccably dressed woman with a sharp bob—immediately looked up. Her eyes did a rapid, practiced sweep over my frame, taking in my oversized sweater, the flare of my hips, and my curves. In the past, that assessing look would have made me fold inward. Today, I threw my shoulders back, met her gaze head-on, and walked straight up to her.

His name was Curtis, and he was the opposite of the quiet ghost that had been her real father. Curtis was loud, flashy, and unapologetically himself. He had a booming laugh that could fill a room and a love for big gestures—gold watches, muscle cars, backyard fireworks on the Fourth of July. He wore leather jackets in the summer and always had a story to tell, even if you didn’t ask for one. He called Lissa “kiddo” from the very start, and somehow, it stuck.

I say, coughing and wiping mouth with the back of my hand. Luke’s laughing his ass off. “It’s supposed to. Puts hair on a man’s chest." He backhands my arm. “Take it slow. You’ll get used to it.” Curtis looks at the bottle. “God, I missed this.” He tips the beer back and brings it back down. “Ah. Good stuff." Curtis is older so he was able to experience drinking before we went into hiding. Me not so much. I look around the circle of guys. Luke urges. “Go on. Little sips.” He encourages.

‘I gave her up for adoption. ‘You did what?’ Curtis had stepped menacingly close to Sadie and now he shook her until she could feel her teeth rattle against each other. ‘You stupid bitch! Don’t you know how much money selling that brat would have got us?'

Curtis sipped the wine again, rising from the seat and getting for himself a glass of icy water from the fridge. While he returned to his seat, Susan was still looking at him and every move he made. “I know your business is getting tough, but,….” She paused and walked to the fridge to get both of them some desserts, fruity podding. “I am stuffed.” Curtis sighed and only drank his water. Less half of the dish was remained…