The One Where Ross Got High Novels & Stories

Richard knew what had happened again. ‘Arghhhh, I’m cumming’, she moaned out loud, but this time, it was like she didn’t care who heard her — whether it was an office setting or not, it was none of her concern. Despite all the orgasm, shouting, and pleasing, Ross wasn’t done. He held her hand, and turned her over, with her hands pressed hard against the wall. And kissed her. He kissed her down to her neck. He raised her legs and made them wrapped around his waist in a V shape.

The dimly lit booth was as romantic as it possibly could be, with candles lit on the table. The waitress brought us 2 glasses of scotch and we ordered our meals. “I’ll have the classic Alfredo with truffles” Janice spoke. “The lobster please.” I told her. “So listen Janice… I really loved the past few days we’ve had together. And before whatever is going on between us gets any further, there’s something I have to tell you about my line of work.” I told her. “Now I understand if this changes how you feel about me, but I’ll cut the chase. Janice, I am the leader of the Los Grove Cartel.” Looking into her eyes to try and guess what she was thinking.

"I guess this is his warning'' Giovanni chuckles lightly, shoving his fingers into his already disheveled hair. I chose to remain silent. Sergei is going out of hand for a mere girl. What makes her important? She is just another girl with that pleasurable thing between her legs. Thinking about this, my mind drifts to TK Hotcake in that body-hugging dress at the club. Fuck I am already thinking hard about her. Ever since that little stunt played by that Russian chernoy smert tried to rape and kill my wife, it got personal. Rosé, yes, Rosé. I won't call her Sunshine. I was pretty shaken up by the incident. And I will have to make the guilty pay.

He wasn’t sure of what he should ask, but for all he knows he shouldn’t be meddling into someone else’s love affair. He shook his head and said, “Never mind…” Then he shoot down a small shot glass of the Fung’s Family secret alcohol down this throat. He blinked his eyes twice. Smiling as he stood up and took two step forward before he collapsed to the ground, knocking down the divider panel. His vision went blank, and he passed out. For all the regular customers that frequent the restaurant, the sight of people falling down and passing out was normal. Only a few people who first visit the restaurant would turn to look, others just minded their own business. Enjoying their meals, laughing and

Ross laughed so hard at that part she nearly choked on her tea. “You should have seen his face,” I mumbled. “Oh, I KNOW that man was spiraling.” “He sure was.” Ross smirked. “Good.” Then my smile faded and my chest became heavy once again because there was another part. The one I came here for. I reached for my phone. “What?” Ross asked, raising her brows. Without speaking, I opened my gallery and found the picture. The blurry one I had secretly taken downstairs in the hotel lobby before dragging Ethan away.

I was genuinely surprised, seeing his dark expression as soon as the door opened, but I pulled myself together perfectly before he even had time to suspect. "Huh? What? What happened?" Ross frowned and glanced inside the van, where that jerk's glare went to him. Ross shivered dramatically. "I think I just met the death reaper. It's a bright summer day and yet here he is freezing people with his cold glare like it's winter." I furrowed my brows to control the laugh rumbling in my throat. What guts Ross has to fan the flames of his boss's anger. "Shut up, asshole," he growled and turned to me. "Get inside already."

The needle stung less than I expected, a sharp, bright pinch on the inside of my wrist, and when it was done I had a small wave inked into my skin, matching the one now sitting on his. By evening, we were starving and restless, and Ross suggested a club near campus that played music too loud to think over, which sounded exactly right. We drank more than either of us should have. I lost track of how many rounds in, laughing at nothing, the lights blurring soft and colorful overhead, Ross's arm slung around my shoulders as we swayed badly to a song neither of us actually knew the words to. And then, through the crush of bodies near the bar, I saw him.

Meanwhile, Ross is unbothered, taking his sweet time getting closer to me. “Don’t fret, Melissa,” he says in a low voice. “Things aren’t that bad. I got you a mega-drugged drink back at the table, and that would have probably killed you. But my normal dose is working perfectly well. All you need to do is stop fighting me and just… relax.” I want to scream, and I open my mouth just to do so. But no sound comes out of my mouth. I try to lock myself up in the cubicle, but Ross slams the door open and blocks me.

I locked my eyes on his. Ross examined his nails and sighed. “I don't know… It was such a long time ago.” A dark smile stretched my lips. “Do you want me to refresh your memory?” He grinned smugly. “Another few grand would refresh—” I moved, reaching across the table, pinning his hand to the table, and breaking one of his fingers. I managed to return to my seat before the fucker's brain registered what had happened. A high-pitched scream tore through his throat. He jerked up, making the chair topple over. “You son of a bitch!” he roared. “You'll pay for—”

Ross had brought some snacks when he appeared before me again. He fed some snacks to me while saying, "Nasha has already gotten an abortion. I promise that she'll never appear before you ever again." Ross' every movement was cautious, yet his eyes never left me, afraid to miss any of my expressions. I refused to eat the food he fed me, completely ignoring him. Ross tried to guess my emotions through my expressions, but failed. He could no longer get the reaction he wanted.