Novel & Cerita Steve X Sodapop

A minute had hardly passed by when Steve entered his office. “Look at you always smoking your life away?” asked Steve his best friend and COO of the company. He takes a seat across from him. “What do you want Steve?” Daniel says irritatingly before taking another drag off the cigarette. “Nothing. Just wanted to come and say Hii” Steve waves his hand. Daniel arches his brow and say “Hii, now leave.”

I told him, as he relaxes his hold on the steering wheel. "But you seriously need to grow up and man up and stop your gambling. Just find another addiction, go chase some chicks, or go do your DJ thing and take seriously. You're actually very good you know. I've heard some of your stuff on your podcast, you've got lots followers already."

I answered him before sipping from my mocktail. “Uh oh! Don’t get me wrong, dude. I knew the two of you—you were really close to each other. You were even more than conjoined twins. How come you’re not on good terms now? Oh! Let me guess, men usually fight over a woman. Am I right? So, how’s playing tug-of-war?” After that, Steve laughed out loud. He almost closed his eyes due to the intensity of his intoxication. If I didn’t need something from him, I already smashed his face on the table.

Nevertheless the drink or whatever he called it was awesome, I took more sip as the taste washed my tastebuds. “Do you like it?” Justin asked as he observed the way I rushed the drink. I belched out of the blues. “I am sorry about that but this drink it's awesome” I responded smiling. Truly the drink was amazing. “Then it's official, I have good taste in everything” he announced loudly while staring at me. I adjusted in my seat right after I found a stool and stretched to place the cup. “Steve, I observed you both have been around together lately and it should be none of my business but I am curious, do you guys have anything going on?” He asked me to look serious.

" She said. Her voice was still manly and deep. "Zat hurt Jen. Howshit goin' pretty lady?" "Oh, you're drunk Stevie. I would've wanted to talk to you about something, but how can we do it now?" "Immat dat drunk Jen. Wha wouldja want to talk to me bout?" "Well, we need to put some coffee inside you, something black and strong. Bartender, one large coffee please! Black no sugar!" After drinking the coffee and getting himself the full exposure from the beguiling creature that was Jennifer, Steve seemed to have gotten himself out of the drunken funk. She had his full and unwavering attention and anything she said he seemed to take to heart…

I asked putting my hand on my hips and trying not to laugh "Drink." he said like a seven year old I rolled my eyes and poured in the popcorn and covered the pot. I put away the box. Xavier took out a big packet of chips and cold sodas from in the fridge. "You want pizza too?" he asked me taking his cell phone out his pocket It was a really cool phone which was a top hit in Italy called the Ocean Tidal. "Xavier are you trying to make me fat?" I asked sarcastically "Popcorn, chips, strawberries, whip cream and soda is enough to make me gain one hundred pounds!"

I exclaimed then hushed my voice again. “Do you think he’d go for it?” “Look at you, Revy! If he’s still got a dick he’ll go for it.” Steve said. I bit my lip and then smiled up at Steve as his fingers continued to rub my pussy. “OK. What should I do?” “You can start by actually helping me find that whiskey, then give him his drink. The rest of it, I’m sure will come to you.” We eventually tracked down the whiskey, Steve mixed it up into three drinks with cola and ice cubes and sent me back into the living room with two of them.

I could see the outline of his smirk even in the darkness. “You look awful, Ayla,” he said, taking a long swig from the beer bottle. I watched the liquid disappear into his throat, my own body screaming for something—anything—to quench my thirst. “Honestly, I thought you’d give up by now. You’ve always been so weak. Pathetic, really.” I wanted to say something back—anything—but my throat felt like sandpaper. Nothing came out except a faint rasp. Steve noticed and chuckled. He set the empty beer bottle aside and reached into his pocket. A moment later, I heard the crinkle of plastic, and he pulled out a cold bottle of water. The sound of the liquid sloshing inside made me nearly collapse with

Prоbаblу tаkіng coke іn thе lооѕ, I thought, this сrоwd lооkеd the tуре, rich аnd soulless. Sаrа lеаnеd оvеr towards me. "Hеllо," ѕhе slurred ѕlіghtlу. "Whо are you again?" Chrіѕt, thіѕ could turn out to bе quіtе hard work, I thоught. "I'm Jое," I ѕаіd. "I'm a frіеnd of Stеvе'ѕ. Yоu knоw, Julіе'ѕ new man."

The silhouette of a well-built man moved and walked towards me. Is that Andreas? I tried to look at him intently and realized that it wasn't Andreas, but a strange man I didn't recognize. "Evening, miss, Vanessa." The man's voice sounded deep in greeting, his face I didn't recognize. But he looked very friendly to me. "Who?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. I watched the man quietly. He extended his hand toward me. "I'm Steve, miss." I took his hand in silence. "I am the son of the Simpson family. Son of Abby Simpson, owner of Jfood Corp." He introduced himself in more detail.