The Unbearable Salesman Novels & Stories

I thought that they would be friends, but nope, Raven drives her crazy. "Mrs. Gering, I would like you to interview Blake Harper today. I would, but I am tired of the women drooling all over me," I say trying to sound very serious. "Daddy, if you rub some mud on your face the women wouldn't look at you anymore," Sydney says as she crunches on her toast. I look to Mrs. Gering then to Alfred who both have huge smirks on their faces. Of course Sydney says the strangest things at times.

We sat on the bench to try them when the salesman came to us. “Hello, my ladies! I hope you are enjoying your time here.” The allure of crispy baritone raced my heart as I raised my head. The owner of that deep masculine voice flashed a charming smile and crouched down before us. “Hello, I am Demrid, your salesman today, ladies!”

"You can't go like that?" "Why not? It covers everything. I'm sure it's no one important." "What if it's like… my parents?" The doorbell rang again and Jackson frowned. "Well whoever it is, they're an impatient motherfucker." I shook my head, looking through the box until I found a pair of ratty Eirresistible Cougars Football sweatpants. I put them on and hurried to the door. I opened it up and found myself standing face-to-face with Simon and Terry.

Terri looked up into his face and waited for him to look up into her face then she said in a voice just loud enough for him to hear, "You are a naughty boy looking up my skirt at my panties." The salesman visibly gulped and then looked nervously at Kim and me. I stood looking at him and then motioned for him to come over to me. He walked over and I said I want you to give me your best deal. I told him I didn't want to be jerked around so if you couldn't give me something that I can work with, go get someone who can. Then I blew his mind and told him I was going to write a check for the full amount of the car and I wanted it prepped and ready to go in a couple of hours.

Now, please pay the bill for my clothes. The salesman suddenly became very interested in arranging shopping bags. Inaayat froze. Completely. The words hit her far harder than he intended. Because he had said them so casually. So naturally. As if there was nothing unusual about it. "Yeh paise to aap ke hain ji." She said slowly looking at the bundle of notes. (Translation: This money is yours.) "Haan aur aap bhi meri hi hain." He said so intensely that even the salesman blushed at his statement.

He has to. I'd been sheltered my whole life and rarely appeared in public, but the core members of the Family would have seen my picture. The iron door opened. A bald man covered in tattoos walked in, flanked by two guards with rifles. Julius eagerly pushed me in front of the man, selling me like a piece of meat. "This is my girlfriend. See? A dead ringer for her, right?" "And I swear, she's untouched. Completely clean. The Don will be very satisfied."

Simmons was going through the record book. "Have we had any customers?" Ms. Simmons asked as Maisse put her coffee on the table next to her glasses. "No m'aam. No customers." Maisse replied. "Okay, go make yourself busy. The sales have been low. Do something about it or I will have no choice but sack you." Ms. Simmons threatened. "Yes ma'am." Maisse left. How was it her fault that the sales were low? She only sold what was on the shelves. Ms. Simmons had refused to stock citing that she was waiting for the thanksgiving holidays which was a month away.

As I stepped out of the bath, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The red dress Atlas provided hugged my curves, revealing a figure I never knew I had. It also hid most of my scars, a small mercy. I took a deep breath and stepped out of my room, bracing myself for Stormy's reaction. His eyes widened as he gazed at me. 'Perfect,' he whispered, his voice husky. " He stepped closer, gently unwrapping my hand from around my body. “This man you’re being sold to is deadly." Stormy's words pierced the air, his eyes cold and unwavering.

He said, now standing so close to me that our noses were touching. “They get auctioned off. As servants, as sex workers, as sex toys, whatever the buyer pleases really. You should be on your knees thanking me that I got you for a wife.” Taking a calculating step away from him, I slapped Luca…hard.

She nodded quickly and then looked at Samuel. -Yes. Go away Samuel, I don't love you anymore. Samuel looked at James. He snorted with a strange smile on his face, and opened the door. -This doesn't stay like this, Bexell. - he pronounced and walked out. As quickly as he left, finally, James stopped looking at him and turned to look at Luna. She was pale and embarrassed, you could tell how much that visit had affected her. Portia was standing in the doorway, watching everything with great interest.