The Ones That Got Away Book Novels & Stories

Well, I guess there's no point in waiting anymore. I undress and dive into my bed, face buried in the feather pillows. I guess I should check for other possible business partners. I fall asleep with the only idea of finding a way to get to the so wanted award. "Whiskey producer No.1" *** Half of my Thursday passes in calls and online meetings. I wake up and start calling. I am determined to start selling inside the States and will do everything to achieve it. But so far I have almost zero success. People gently tell me to get lost. I lost the number of times I've heard "We'll think about it" ; "I have to talk it through with the board" and "I don't think it'll work out". I called what I beli

It was so cloying that it made my stomach turn. After coaxing Jessica, Derrick still had a fondness in his voice that hadn't entirely dissipated when he asked me to get out of the car. "I'll come get you later." Abandoned by the roadside, I watched Derrick start the engine and drive away. A bitter feeling rose within me. He wasn't going to come back, just as he never had in the past 99 times he stood me up. Ten minutes later, a good friend of mine, Crystal Belrose, whom I hadn't met in a long time, pulled up sharply. She rolled down the window, looked at me, and scoffed.