The Qb’s Nerdy Addiction Novels & Stories

he sighed,”Now my corporation Bank's Industry isn’t really what it seems. “What do you mean?” I asked. Mom and Kent walked behind dad, and stood by his side. “Chambers Industry doesn’t invest in stocks,” he sighed, “We’re a drug business. A gang as a matter of fact.” “What?” I began,”Are you serious?” “Yes he’s serious,” mom sighed. I stayed silent and tried to process all of this. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I raged. “We wanted to protect you,” dad replied, “You had such a positive out look on life. I wanted you to have that happiness, instead of looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life.”

Plus, he has a ready-made audience in my coworkers. Most people misunderstand tech nerds. We’re pale, skinny, with next-to-no muscle tone—but we can put away junk food like nobody’s business. Chips, ramen, burgers, candy bars, greasy taquitos from 7-11 at three in the morning—we survive on garbage fuel during marathon coding sessions. Yet weirdly, we’re also food snobs. We don’t want anything obviously healthy—just tasty, bite-sized, easy to shove in our mouths without breaking concentration.

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

The entire staff was probably hoping he'd been stood up and they could help lick his wounds. "I figured you'd call me out on it. I can't help it. I'm a nerd at heart. Love computers. Video games. Technology fascinates me, how it's always advancing. Every day I can learn something new, so I never get bored." "You were one of those kids who had to stand at the dinner table to eat, weren't you?" I tease.

There was a whole interior life here that existed completely apart from the boardroom version, and every time I caught a piece of it I wanted more. That was the thing I couldn't fully explain to anyone, not even Maya. It wasn't the power or the money or the way he commanded a room. It was this. The walking rotation. The bookshop in every city. The way he'd looked at me on the plane when I said I'd never been here, like my not having been here was a thing he wanted to fix. "Stop thinking," he said. "I'm not thinking." "You go quiet in a specific way when you're in your head."

Background histories. Women. Dozens of them. Tiana’s breath caught. “What is this?” Lucas scrolled. “They all have something in common. Financial hardship. Family tragedy. Health issues. Emotional vulnerability.” Her stomach dropped. “He’s been selecting candidates,” she whispered. “For what?” Vince asked. Lucas looked grim. “Psychological influence. Controlled proximity. He was trying to find someone who could get close to you.” The realization hit like a physical blow. “I wasn’t the only one,” Tiana said.

Brax set the soda down beside the boxes and then froze. His eyes had landed on my bed. More specifically— On the rabbit. His entire face lit up. “Oh, you’re a nerd.” I frowned. “I’m not a nerd.” He pointed triumphantly. “Books. Tea. Plush rabbit. That’s adorable and very nerdesque.” “That isn’t even a word.” He grinned. “Only a nerd would know that.” “I am not a nerd.” “Sweetheart, I say this with affection.” Chrissy was already laughing.

But then something snapped inside me, the moment I remembered my father’s cold words, still ringing in my ears. “Actually,” the words roll out of me before I can think, loud enough for everyone to hear, “I’m late for class. Unlike some people who apparently have nothing better to do than harass plus-size girls because they’re starving for attention at home.” For a moment, silence fills the entire hallway. Then, a full laughter ripples behind me from the back. “Must be rough for you, QB.” I continue, my voice steady even though my knees are literally trembling right now.

Every detail from the day replayed in my mind—Damon’s possessive tone, the way he’d looked at me when I’d protested, almost like he had something he needed to say but held back. His dark gaze lingered in my memory, and I cursed under my breath, annoyed at the effect he had on me. “Damn it, Damon,” I muttered, stabbing my spoon into the yogurt. He had a way of twisting up my thoughts, of making me question everything I thought I knew about myself. And yet, here I was, snacking in a room full of clothes he’d chosen, unable to shake him from my mind. I rolled my eyes at myself and took a bite.

"Fine but you owe me." "Okay babes." All the eyes of the man were on them. One man even went up to Sabrina. "Miss how do you feel about being my woman." This was Cody a second generation rich kid. He partied till the sun came out. He had many woman around him begging for attention and he loved being the centre of attention. "No thanks I'm good." "Baby girl I.can take care of you and give you whatever you want in exchange for you." "No thanks but when I need a sugar daddy will call you."