Tatum Prescott Novels & Stories

“I’ve heard that if one drinks enough alcohol, they tend to spill hidden truths, I think I’ll have a glass of something strong.” “You should go to a bar for that. I’m working Leila, why are you here?” Tatum replies in a sterner tone. “A glass of something strong, vodka maybe,” she replies in a curt tone. Now that she sees through his act, she finds it more amusing than upsetting and she wonders if he can guess that she has caught on. Tatum lazily stands up from his chair, making a face at her and she watches him as he goes over to the bar, with his ever gallant stride he has had since he was a boy and pours out a glass of vodka for her.

* *Right, Dora is the right choice* The Dora smirks as she heard everyone nominating her.... she's being working here for two years and she's always aim for the president. She deems this as a perfect opportunity to get him. The manager clears his throat and got their attention. "The president never lets any waitress in his suite...which means James will be serving him!" Nobody grumbles no more, but Dora wasn't happy....just then someone came and whisper in the manager's ear. His eyes grows wide and he claps his hands.

Jack said firmly with an angry snarl. Kyle released my arm and in one quick movement Jack released Kyle and went back to cleaning the bar as if nothing had happened. Kyle continues to try and make small talk asking questions here and there being sure to watch his words. A few moments later Tatum appears at the bar. "I see you've met my mate." Tatum says as he places his hand on my lower back. "I see. I was just asking her how she got the job offer from your father's firm." Kyle said as he gave me a disapproving glance.

In the process, I was going to fuck her out of my system and forget she ever existed. I took out my phone from my pocket and dialed a number. I hated the man I was about to call but I needed a favor which was rare for me. “Petrakis. I never thought I would see the day I received your call. “ The man on the other end said. “Rossi. Remember that favor you owe me? “ “Straight to business then. You finally want to collect? “ “Yes. A woman is looking for employment in your company. Her name is Hazel Thompson. I want you to cancel her interview. “

"Really good." God, she hoped she was convincing him she was into this – when nothing was further from the truth. They came to the end of the hallway too soon for Tatum and he was pushing them into a room, closing the door behind them. Tatum pressed her back against the door as far as she could, willing herself not to run away. She glanced at Gavin, thinking there could be worse looking guys she could pick to help her get rid of her virginity. Actually, he was good looking, he had no trouble getting and keeping women for a night. He was tall, leanly muscled, had the beginnings of a sleeve tattoo on his right arm, and his hair was in this growing out stage where it looked like he wasn't sure

Everything has been prepared. "I can't just believe that someone is getting married tomorrow" Pearl chuckled "Same here" I smiled "Well, it has happened anyways and the important thing is that we are all glad" Ryan Muttered "Has Dad made up his mind? I tried to talk to him about it but he only promised to give it another thought which I knew that he was lying" Pearl questioned "Well, there is nothing he can do about that. Since his wife is in prison, his life is getting to become boring and the political life seems to be frustrating. I respect his decision of stepping down as the president and spending time with his children and grandchildren" Liam answered

It wasn't stuffy in the hall, but it suddenly became hot for me and I found it hard to breathe. Tam stared at me, not knowing what to say. She kept quiet, watching me blabbed whatever I had to say. “Please, you have to believe me,” I pleaded, my voice shaking as I spoke. “Prescott is not a murderer. He has never harmed anyone since I've been here. And he never would. He has a good heart, even if he's misunderstood.” My eyes were brimming with tears, my hands shaking as I tried to reach out to her. “You have to trust me, Tam. I know him better than anyone else. It might be the guard who took your friend's life, it can't be Prescott.”

I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. I want him to suffer.

“If Gavin wasn’t holding him back, he probably was going to break it up.” “Well, do you enjoy watching me fight?” Tatum pushed back. That took the smile off Maddox’s face. “Not the same.” “Whatever. I got to go. Brett, I love you and I’ll see you in a few days.” “Yeah, love you too. Bye whore.” I sighed and put my hands on my hips. The white tank showed the bottom of my stomach. The deep purple joggers really made me feel pretty. Even in athletic clothes, they made me feel put together.

Also, he could read anyone's thoughts if he wanted, but he believed it was a privacy invasion, and he only did it when necessary. Right now, he had tried his best not to, but he couldn't help himself as several women in the club had his name in their thoughts. "Hello, beauties," Trevor mumbled. He nodded toward the bartender, who had a huge grin and was about to take his order. "Dirty martini." He husked, and the bartender, whose name on his badge reads Timmy nodded. "I'll take sex on the beach." The redhead in the two women winked, then turned to Trevor.