Twenty Grand Peach の小説・ストーリー

Ok . Ok. Ok. Fuck "Urrrggghhh ...why are they here ?" I wine . "You know what " Peach spoke No i don't know "Lets just call a taxi and ignore them ...cause i am fucken hungry and I ain't gonna wait any longer " Peach stated . I nodded . She began to call for an Uber when i saw two cars pull up next to us . We both moved back so that they would go ahead. Thats untill the windows rolled down .

The number was so absurd I had to reread it twice. $10,000. Ten thousand dollars. Sitting there on my screen. It was more than what I did in six months working at the minimart and the nightclub combined. My head snapped up, eyes wide. “Adrian! This… this makes no sense!” He only shrugged, maddeningly casual. “It’s your weekly allowance.” “Weekly?! Adrian, this is too much! I only need enough for living expenses, school, and—” “And what?” he cut in smoothly. “You think I’d let my baby go without?”

Katherine quickly left and ran out the store. Emily still confused followed her out but she was gone. "What the fuck was that about" She mumbled. ______________________________________ The Kent Estate. Jackson arrived home in a good humor. The contract with the Anderson Family is done and dusted work can start on Black Mountain. "Tonight we shall have the good stuff" he went to the wine seller and grabbed a bottle of wine. "Domaine de la Romanee-Conti Romanee-Conti Grand Cru 1972" Jackson kissed the bottle and made his way back to his study.

"You told me nothing would—" "I told you exactly this would happen." "Scarlett." "Just admit it. I’m right." "You're—" he stopped. He pressed his lips together and looked at the Honda. "Marcus, how long." "Twenty minutes, Mr. Blackwell," Marcus responded, not looking back. Twenty minutes," Scarlett said pleasantly. "If you say I told you one more time—" "I wasn't going to say it again. I said it twice. I think twice establishes it." She looked out the window at the stationary of cars. "I might say it a third time later. I'm keeping my options open."

Peaches said matter-of-factly. “Shit," he hissed. "I forgot about the money.” Lyle turned to me with a sheepish expression. “Don’t worry about it,” I assured him. I addressed Peaches. “How much?” “Six hundred,” Peaches said with a sly smile. Lyle smacked a hand on the table. “Six hundred dollars! Peaches, what the hell? That’s more than half the normal amount,” Lyle protested. She had her eyes on me, not turning to look at Lyle one single time. “Mr. Molton told you not to worry. He can afford it,” Peaches added with a smile.

Dream about it. “What kind?” “Yeah, it was weird not to specify, huh? That’s cuz it’s a tie. I couldn’t decide which would win in a fight. Peach and pecan. My mom makes ’em both.” “Wow. That sound delicious.” “Yeah.” Her voice was thin as paper when she added, correcting herself, “Made. Used to make.” Because her mother was dead. That’s who Tuesday had come to the resort with, for a vacation. For her mother’s birthday.