Sonic Alone On A Friday Night Novels & Stories

“I think about pulling you off that stage. About what sounds you’d make if I had you alone. About how wet you get when you know I’m watching.” Fuck. My nipples tightened against the thin bikini top. I bit my lip, fighting a moan. “Bold tonight. What changed?” “Club’s dying,” he said simply. “Figured if I’m ever gonna talk to you for real, it’s now. No more Fridays. No more watching from the dark.” I placed my hand over his on my thigh, pressing it firmer against my skin. “And if I said I’ve thought about you too? About what’s under that shirt? About whether you’re as intense in bed as you are with those stares?”

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye

As they should. I've never entertained any of them in all my years of visiting nightclubs. I come here only to work, as crazy as it sounds. I love the relaxing ambience of nightclubs. It chills my nerves. Especially when I'm working on something as strenuous as the project I just finished working on. But as I said, I never take part in the fun. The ladies grabbed all my men and exited the room. To go have some privacy. Alone, my head was beginning to buzz. Maybe I should get some drinks. It'll help distract me. I barely got to dial Beatrice's number when the door opened again.

I'm happy it's morning. It's Friday which means I only have a half day at the house so I can rest before going to the club tonight. Dinner last night was very quiet. The men didn't speak unless they were asked a question, and the only ones speaking were Mr. Cutler and his family. I loved being awkward last night because I couldn't stop looking over at Mr. Cutler. He didn't shave his beard, which is now longer than the stubble it was before.

he winked at me, and I chuckled lightly. "You are such a dick," I teased and he shrugged casually. "So, what's for Friday night, anything special?" He leaned back in his seat. "Nothing, I just want to catch up with work today," I said and he sneered. "Alpha Blake, work on a Friday, come on, let go to the club, I know some ladies are waiting on us," he said with a smirk and he was right. Apart from Ryan being my best friend, he was my wingman with the ladies and he knew, that Friday nights were what I called 'crazy fuck nights'...

Myracle's POV Friday nights were never quiet for me, Symphony and I would be out clubbing and enjoying ourselves. There wasn't much I could do at home, so I preferred spending my time out with my best friend. I had accustomed myself to working all week and resting on weekends and so my weekend began at 5pm every Friday. I worked hard and when I rested I rested hard too. When I was in the house I moved as little as possible so no one would think I'm dead.

"This shit's gotta be celebrated," Troy stated, grinning from ear to ear. He stood up and proceeded to clamber onto the bench, knocking Art's soda bottle off the table. "In honour of Fridays and Ever and Lee's patch up, we're gonna play...PAINTBALL!" He punched the air with his fist, and when we didn't react, he looked down at us with the disappointment of a brown dad whose kid can't solve a math problem. "You guys are on a different level of buzzkilling," he sulked, sliding down to his seat.

​"Leo..." ​The surrounding noise of the night seemed to fade into absolute silence. The muffled, heavy thud of the club music behind the metal doors, the groans of the four men bleeding out on the wet pavement, the quiet drip of rain falling off the brick walls—it all died away. The entire world shrank down to just the two of them standing under the flickering yellow streetlight. ​They simply stared at each other for a full, agonizing minute. Neither of them moved. Neither of them dared to breathe.

I thought about what he said and pinched him lightly on the side. "Why? Your treat?" He squeezed my cheek and I moved his hand away. Why does he like to pinch my cheeks? One more squeeze, and I’m gonna squeeze his balls. Just kidding! “Nope. Your treat,” he said, laughing and I rolled my eyes at him. Jeremy is fucking rich, but the jerk won’t even treat me! “Hey, we’re going to Sumilon tomorrow. Are you in?” He went silent as if thinking. What? His work schedule is on MWF. He’s free during weekends and TTH.