Wanting Mr Cane Novels & Stories

"Wow. That sounds interesting. What's your restaurant's name?" "Jane's Food Hub." "Haven't heard of it. But you be sure to give us the directions, we'd definitely want to visit." I just smiled and Damon quickly got into business with them. The guys talked about business tenders, events, profits, loses and many idea whilst my fellow ladies were all glued onto their phone. After two long hours of just sitting and listening to their business plans, Samantha suddenly asked Damon. "Is she the one you're with now or?" "Or what?"

Maevis cocked her head to the side, her eyebrows knit together, before she asked, “How do you mean?” “Well,” Serendipity began to explain, “he has sort of a handsome face, I suppose. But his hair is rather odd. It’s sort of pointy. It stands up on top of his head, sort of like this.” She used her hands to attempt to demonstrate the odd shape of Mr. Cane’s hair to her friend, who seemed rather amused and began to laugh. Then, she added, “His eyes are rather bright green and sparkly, which I suppose is attractive enough, but his smile…. It’s rather disingenuous. I’m afraid there’s just something about him that I don’t trust.”

Cane mused now looking at the stunned Alex. "I was tensed thinking she might open her mouth but thanks to you that you brought her on the party, I got my perfect chance to seal her mouth. And then it was getting boring so yesterday I visited your wife and guess what? she was planing a surprise for you with all dress up and food and trust me she looked hot eh, so I thought why have a bit fun but then I heard your footsteps so I changed our position making it more believable for you and you believed it man but the saddest part is, I've never got to taste her." Cane spoke the last part with a fake sadness.

"That's it? You're not going to check my references?" Cane stopped and looked back over his shoulder, a slight predatory smile on his lips. "I don't care who you used to be, Miller. I can smell the truth on people. And right now, you smell like someone who has nowhere else to go." He whistled, a sharp, piercing sound. The other men immediately went back to work. "See you at six," Cane growled. As I walked back to my Toyota, my hands were shaking so hard I could barely unlock the door. I looked back at the garage. In the shadows of the upper loft, I could see two more pairs of eyes watching me, amber and glowing.

grandpa said seriously so I looked at him. I was stunned by what he said. He is right. I won't get what they worked for if I don't marry a Mafia King either. But I don't want to get married because I already like someone else. Suddenly, the image of Mr. Hemsworth come to my mind. I bent down and sighed softly. I don't know what to do. "But maybe we can postpone the marriage that will be committed or we can fake the marriage that will happen," Gave said as I looked at him.

Kayla butt in this time, her tone frantic. A thousand thoughts swirled through my mind, each one darker than the last. Dante. My Dante. Was he really going through with it? Was Seraphine winning? I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't let that happen. "I want a gun." I said, my voice steadier than I thought it would be. Katya looked at me and gave a slow, grim nod. "You'll have it." I clenched Fernando's tie clip tighter in my palm until the edge cut into my skin.

At every brush of her gumptious body his little junior stands up to take notice and from the smug look in her eyes, Trent believes that the little vixen is aware of her effect on him. Anyway he shouldn't go there. If he knows what is good for him, he will keep it in his pants no matter how tantalizing the temptation is, he shouldn't give in knowing what is at stake. He has already given his words to the old man that he will marry his daughter in exchange of his help and fucking his niece is not a way to get in his good graces. That was the sermon the sensible part of him was preaching to his raging libido.

“Flip me over your shoulder and shove me to your car? Do your worst or whatever. I’m not leaving this apartment.” Vivian was mumbling something like a prayer around the corner. Her mouth opened and closed like she wanted to say something, but couldn’t say a word out loud enough. Mr. Redd pushed his glasses up his nose slightly, his lips twitched to the side. Next, Kyla’s feet left the ground. Her stomach suddenly pressed against his shoulder. It happened in a split second. This man didn’t just flip her over his shoulder like some bag of potatoes. Would he shove her into his car, too?

He put the cakes onto the counter, flicked on the lights, and started tearing through each room, shouting, "My Luna, where are you? Don't play games with me, sorry about today, alright?" He kept calling out, voice bouncing off the walls: "My Luna, there was real something urgent today, I swear. Coming out so I can explain." He couldn't mindlink me, so he yanked his phone out of his pocket, dialing my number. "Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later." He called many times, the same damn voice. Back in the living room, he spotted the papers on the table. He raced over and checked it: a goddamn severance decree.