The One Where Ross Got High Novels & Stories

The boys look at each other, before Damon shrugs his shoulders. “I will bring you the shooter menu” Damon says. While we wait for Damon to return, I look out over the dancefloor which is stacked with partners sensually kissing and grinding against each other to the rhythm of the music. People are wearing all kinds of glow- in -the -dark glasses and bracelets.

Kaidën asked, his tone low and dangerous, eyes narrowing at Ross. “Nothing, I swear!” Ross stammered, his voice trembling. “He got too close to the edge, I swear he was going to jump, and I had to—” Before Ross could finish, Kaidën moved with a suddenness that shocked even him. He struck Ross hard across the jaw, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the confined space. Ross staggered back, eyes wide with disbelief, then fell to the ground, unconscious, as a trickle of blood oozed from his mouth.

I was too blinded by the thrill of the fight, it was only when his shrill cry filled my ears I stopped. “Come on, Dominic.” I flexed my muscles, expecting a reaction from Ross, but it was just…blank. I cleared my throat, wondering if she got distracted by something, but she suddenly started acting up. Ross placed her palm over her chest, her face squeezed in pain. She tried to stand, but she fell right back. All I saw was red. I ran towards her. “Ross.” I held her in my arms, gazing into her eyes, and then I figured she was burning up. She was so hot, I pulled away almost immediately.

Only Rebecca wore a face full of resentment, her eyes blazing with anger. She couldn’t feel any joy at all. Ross suddenly said, “Mrs. Collins, once Mr. Collins wakes up, I won’t stay by his side anymore.” Jane was stunned. “Why?” Ross replied, “Because I can’t eat my favorite snacks anymore.” ‘Alright, he has a point.’ Jane truly didn’t know how to respond to that. An hour later, Frank returned with the pregnancy test results.

Ross drops them in front of Adair’s Villa as no one knows about that place and they will be safe for the time begins. “Who makes this viral?” Adair asked as he looked at Ross coldly, “we don’t know, but were aren’t able to suppress it and I think it’s nonother but Ashford Madison” Ross said while looking down, “but who shoot this video, there who did this” Ross knows today or tomorrow they were going to know about it as he reported, “that day I wanted to check on you if you were safe and run into you when you both were, and I took the video thinking it will help me take you back from Gatlin but later I realized you were not together for sex but loved each other”

She brushed her teeth, towel-dried her short dark hair, then put on her terrycloth bathrobe to keep her plans a surprise for as long as possible. She gazed at herself in the mirror, nodding in approval before she tied the robe shut and headed back toward the living room. “Thanks,” she said silkily when he handed her the glass. Leah sat on one end of the couch, feet tucked underneath her, and sipped her whiskey as she gazed at him. *** All Larry could concentrate on was the jasmine scent wafting his direction. The same as in my dream, he realized, and felt his arousal kicking in.

Avery exhaled slowly and leaned back against the couch again, staring up at the ceiling. “It’s… complicated.” Olivia gasped dramatically. “That means it’s good.” Avery turned her head and gave her a warning look. Olivia just smiled. “Start talking.” "Okay, you asked for it. He did confess, and—" Avery pressed her lips into a thin line, a smile tugging at her lips. " We… kissed." Olivia’s eyes widened instantly. “Averyyy!” she squealed, dropping onto the couch beside her. “You kissed your boss?”

She’d spent years wanting to see Aria in the dirt, and today, she was getting her wish. And then there was Ross. He was standing slightly back, his hands in his pockets, leaning against a nearby headstone. He wasn't laughing, but the look in his eyes was worse. It was a predatory, hungry grin—the look of a man who had watched his trap spring perfectly. None of them said a word. They didn't have to. Their expressions told the whole story. They had seen Kingston’s attack. They had seen my loss of control. They had seen Aria’s breakdown. And they were enjoying every second of it.

Mildly annoyed and half-amused, I watched him with hands on my hips as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "What the hell, Ross?" I scowled. He fizzled into laughter on the floor, clutching his stomach. "That used to be easier." "Because when we did it before, I knew you were coming and left the bloody window open. What is wrong with you?" Ross sat up against the chest of drawers. His dark brown hair stuck up in all sorts of directions and his eyes glowed bloodshot. "I have news." He breathed heavily as he attempted to recover from climbing up to my window. "It's something you're gonna want to know."

I wasn’t interested in girls at all that’s why I didn’t even tell Rose, that I was coming here. Ross sat on a chair across from us, looking down at his phone, no doubt trying to ignore Pete and his girl. The only thing Ross did was to pass me vodkas. I had lost count of how many drinks I had, but I knew that I was past drunk. The drunk moods I had varied. I didn't think there was much I could do to control them.