Straight Man Novels & Stories

I had just stepped out of the office when I saw Harold Jefferson walking over with Susan Lawson and her son, Jacob Lawson. Jacob seemed to have told a joke, as the three of them were laughing happily. A sense of bitterness welled up in my chest, and I instinctively stopped in my tracks. The moment Jacob saw me, his expression changed. He quickly hid behind Harold. Instantly, Harold adopted a defensive stance with an icy glare as he asked accusingly, "What are you doing here?"

I squinted. It was an old yellow sedan. Not exactly a taxi, but not someone’s sleek personal ride either. It rolled closer, headlights dimmed, engine humming like a tired animal. I stuck my hand out. The car slowed. My heart kicked. The passenger-side window rolled down halfway. The driver leaned across. He looked human enough. Tired. Eyes sunken. Slight stubble. Baseball cap. "You lost, kid?" he asked. I swallowed. "You know Lina’s Kitchen?"

The ride back to his house should be what everyone excepts, Williams kept bumping on people as he exits the building. A drunk middle-aged man stumbled upon him, waiting for the worst reaction maybe like a punch in his face but Williams ignored it. "Count yourself lucky Old Man" The man look at his strong back frame, a wide smile spread across his face as he brings out a small bottle of alcohol from his pocket and drinks from it. His facial expressions could tell he has a lot going on in his mind.

The bushy bearded man had bushy thick eyebrows, a funny nose that you would think had melted as soon as it was created and remained like a falling island, small beady eyes and a large mouth. “Hey!” The bushy bearded man shouted glaring at the shocked maroon clothed young man. Juma had guessed right, he was a taut. “What are you doing looking like a scared little chicken that has just met an eagle rather than its mother? Come on and ask that son of Upper City to get his car out of the way and park it behind, we need to fight for three trips today!” The bushy bearded man went on as his saliva flew out of his large mouth as he spoke. Even the car’s side mirror could reflect the saliva flying an

“You look pretty to me.” I took a step back. “Are you hitting on me? I have to tell you, I like women. You’re, uh, cute and all, but I’m pretty straight.” He threw back his head and laughed. The sound loud and boisterous. It sounded a lot like Santa Claus. It was a big laugh for such a lanky man. “Fuck no, I’m not hitting on you. Sheesh, you have a very inflated ego. You’re definitely one of those Wall Street people.”

Aiden : what has she ever done to you? Man : she attracted me in the way that no other has ever done to me with her bump. She is used by you, still I am willing to accept her. Aiden : you bastard…. He was going to punch him when that man points his gun to calista. Man : aww how can you not remember your friend?? Making a sad pout, he spoke. Aiden : WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? FUCKER… Shouted Aiden. Man : remember your best friend from childhood. When you both started working for that mafia?

Rima voiced as Stanley glared at her. “Of course you are not the one, you are just the one who has been nothing but happy since we started coming and your happiness is so infectious that I am tempted to just smile and tease you just like Penn is doing.” Stanley complains. “Stop being so grumpy and have fun. Take it as a little holiday. You get to see ladies fight over your attention and listen to good music, dance and destroy some poor ladies toes and eat food already richer than the ones we eat. Be happy.” Penn smiled as he took off the jacket he wore for travelling and replaced it with another of finer quality

“Have you seen him?” A third voice, male this time, let out a low whistle. “Honestly? I don't even blame you. If I wasn’t straight, I'd be in line too.” The group burst into laughter. “I'm serious!” he insisted. “That man is unfair. Like, how are you that good looking and still intimidating? Pick a struggle”I could feel him fanning himself. “Right?” someone else added. “The way he walks into a room like he owns the air”

he goes again, igniting a raw fire within me. What did he mean by that? That was awful to think women were weak. “He is testing my patience,” I whisper to Zane, who grabs my hand and caresses it. Suddenly, the man strikes his ball, and none of them enter the holes, causing his opponent to let out a disheartening laugh. The bearded man bully strikes the balls in front of him and makes the holes at once. “That is how it is done, pussy!” he says, and then the entire crowd erupts in laughter once more, causing me to slide my hands off Zane.

Is this the people I'm dealing with right now? He smelt awful with a mixture of cigarettes and beer. "You beautiful..girl." He couldn't even make out words properly. Illiterate. He moved his face closer and I shifted back looking around to see if anyone could come to my aid, but you know people were all going about their businesses. He raised his hand to touch my face and I slapped out his hand, he looked at the others and they roared into laughter, his men were like him, a bunch of foolish men.