The One Where Ross Got High Novels & Stories

I wanted to get under his skin, and knock some sense into him but somehow we both crossed the line that none of us would recover from. Now the universe decided to make fun of us by throwing her into our lives. But still that wasn't the issue. The problem was I enjoyed it. I tried to the images out of my head, but I couldn't. I could still taste her. Feel her. Hear her soft moan as I banged her tight little cunt. My cock hardened as the events played nonstop in my head. Uninvited, but appreciated. “Come,” Amaya pulled me to the table. “She made your favourite dish.”

Leo kicked over a nearby candle stand, hot wax splashing onto the hem of my dress, “this is just the beginning! Do you know what I’ve been through this past month? Cast out by the Colombo family, hunted like a dog by Morretti men! All because of you!” I looked at him without speaking. He had lost weight. His cheekbones jutted sharply, stubble covered his jaw, and his eyes were sunken. The former Underboss who once ruled the New York underworld now looked like a stray dog. “And me!” Amy squeezed out from behind him. She wore an overly extravagant black dress, the neckline cut too low, and around her neck hung the fake pearl necklace from the auction. She walked up to Leo, looping her arm thro

Isabella shriveled deeper under the blanket. Vincent stood, grabbed the duvet-wrapped Isabella like a sack of potatoes, and placed her back on the bed—still bundled. She stared up at him, dazed. 'What does this mean?' 'Why is he being warm?' 'Last time we slept together, he was a jerk.' 'Does he remember?' “Rossi,” he said, amused. “Stop looking at me like that or I’ll assume you’re ready for round two.” Round two? More like round twenty-two.

Right after she'd called earlier, the call had cut off, and then I had gotten another call from her number. “The cabin where you took the lives of my men… You know what to do. Or you can say goodbye to your darling aunt.” His snicker lived rent-free in my head, and his words kept replaying over and over. Slowly, I stretched my hand forward to tap the answer icon. “What the fuck, Aiden!” Rosa's voice buzzed from the other end. “Are you trying to call me to glory or what? Who died? Because it better be something that important for you to be blowing up my phone!”

“You’re a mafia boss. This should be easy.” He shot me a look but didn’t disagree. The first round lasted two minutes. I destroyed him. “What— what happened?” he asked, genuinely confused. “You died,” I said sweetly. “Keep up.” His eyes narrowed, and suddenly I knew he was taking this seriously. Damon Morettti was competitive — dangerously so. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, watching the screen like it owed him money. We played again. He lost… but not as badly. “Oh,” I teased, “you’re learning.”

... Dorothy Bryant's pupils contracted, her body stiffening. She opened her mouth to explain, but Rob Ross's hand remained possessively draped around her waist. "You're as sweet as you were ten years ago," he said playfully. Dorothy shoved him away and stumbled toward me, her words spilling out in a frantic rush. "Finn, please don't misunderstand the situation. I had too much to drink tonight. I thought it was you I was kissing." She shot a glance over her shoulder, and behind her, several prominent figures from the elite circle stepped forward, trying to diffuse the tension.

One in particular, oblivious to the blaring music and the disordered state of the club, was inwardly humming Handel's The Arrival of the Queen of Sheba as he watched Gina sauntered toward and past him. Rocco split from the group and went to secure a spot at the bar where he had a good angle and clear view of the girls' booth. He settled and sat on the barstool alone. Later, when some interested females approached him, he rather coldly dissed them. He needed to focus. ***

And yet, in moments like this—when the world outside these walls faded and it was just him and me—it was hard to remember why I still fought so hard. Alessandro’s hand lifted, his knuckles brushing my jaw. My breath caught in my throat. “What game are you playing?” I whispered. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower. “Who says it’s a game?” I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing myself to snap out of whatever haze had settled over me. I wouldn’t fall for this. I wouldn’t fall for him. Before I could respond, the door burst open. One of Alessandro’s men rushed in, his face tense. “Boss, there’s been an attack.”

Yukti Kapoor POV I was enjoying my honeymoon. It was so beautiful and his love was making me feel more special. I forgot that we had a life. I was just enjoying each and every moment with him. Everyday new place new adventure. He had planned for everything already and I was loving it. That day I didn't know what happened. I made coffee for him and he was in the room. It was around 10pm. I entered the room and sat with him..He looked at me and then at my coffee. He was looking frustrated. What happened? As I handed over him the coffee he sipped and placed it aside.

That would have embarrassed all of them and maybe strained the relationship between Ross and her parents still further, without his feelings. But the peace did not last. One Friday evening, Ross flew in from Australia and she met him standing by the table reading a letter. He finished reading it and slumped into a chair. "What is it?" She demanded, frightened. He looked stricken, sitting down there, his head in his hands. "That's from Ferd," he said. "What's wrong, Ross? Who brought it?" "A friend of mine. It's my uncle. He's ill, critically ill and in hospital."