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Russell Moving Out
Sam"What are going to do now? Dad's not answering his phone and neither is my mom." I say, irritated with this whole situation. I paced back and forth, tapping my phone on my palm.Russell sat on our sofa, scrolling through his phone and running a hand across his face. "I found a nice apartment just blocks away. But the rent is pretty high. I'll send them a message to see if we can go see it tomorrow." "Where could my dad be? Oh, my poor Figaro. I should have listened to you and taken him with us to go see your uncle." I say, sitting next to him.He pulls me closer, hugging me around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head. "Babe, it's ok. We'll figure this out together. Ok?"The door opened then and my dad pops his head in nervously and gasps when he sees us. "Sammy, Russ. You're here. Oh thank goodness." he says, sighing in relief. "I told you she sent a message earlier before my phone died. Hi, sweety. We are so glad to see you still here." my mom says, hugging me and kiss
Russell Meet Me For A Drink
SamI was tired, sleepy, and in bad need of a nice hot shower. It was as if Russell had read my mind. He took my hand, leading us to our new bigger, cleaner, and fully stocked bathroom. He started the shower, allowing the water to warm up to just the right temperature. He slowly took my shirt off, causing goosebumps on my skin as his hands slowly train down my sides, and to the button of my jeans. He then unfastened my jeans and took them off, softly trailing his hands up my inner thighs. But just as we were about to get intimate, his phone went off. He was ready to turn it off but it was a call from his sponsor. He grunted, giving me his puppy eyes, letting me know he was sorry. "I'm sorry, I need to take this," he says, kissing my lips. He places his forehead over mine and smiles with his eyes closed."It's ok. Go ahead. I'll jump in the shower meanwhile." I say, holding his waist. His muscles contracted at the feel of my cold hands, making him grunt. "I'll be quick," he says,
Russell Bottoms Up
SamIt wasn't long until we got to the restaurant Russell's sponsor had invited us to. We parked the car and made our way inside. It was Saturday night, and the place was pretty busy. People were sitting everywhere, with loud music going off; waiters and waitresses going from one place to the other holding either tray of food or drinks. The bar in the middle of the restaurant was also packed, playing the football game before the big Rose Bowl game to kick off the new year. Everyone at the bar was attentive to the game as they chugged down on beers and ate appetizers. Russell placed his hand on the small of my back, leading me toward the hostess. It was a young girl with blonde hair done in a nest bun, and pretty makeup was done naturally on her fair-skinned face, with long lashes masked in mascara. She wore the restaurant's shirt with black fitted jeans. She smiles seeing Russell and I near, placing her pen down. "Hi there, welcome to the patio at Rudy's how many are with your par
Russell Who Is Andrew?
SamFred took a big gulp from his beer and then set it down, clearing his throat. "Now, remind me again, what percentage are you paying Russell after every fight?" he asks, making Andrew look up as his head was low, and his hand wrapped over his glass. He looked away, clearing his throat and sitting straight on his chair. "As I explained to Russell, he's a good fighter, but he's still a beginner. There's not much royalty I can give him now until I see how he performs. The more fights he wins, the more income eye will win." Uncle Fred lets out a scuff, chuckling sarcastically, "That doesn't answer my question. Now does it? If my boy is up there fighting, and not you!" he states the obvious, making Andrew look away, clenching his jaw. "I expect for you to give him not only a good amount worth his while but for this agreement between the two of you and your daddy," he raises his voice at the word daddy, making Russell look at him quizzically. Surely Andrew was a professional man and
Russell He Needs To Know
Sam"Damn. What am I supposed to do now? Just when I thought things couldn't get any more complicated, Russell and I get thrown another curve ball. Fred looked at Andrew menacingly, then let go of his shirt and I knew I had to stay unseen. I quickly hid behind the wall on the back of a small tree and waited until they both left back to the table. I quickly went into the restroom, but honestly, I didn't have to go. I just wanted to step away and calm my nerves for a bit, so that's what I did.I went into that bathroom, that by the way was pretty nice. I took a few deep breaths, looked at myself, and laughed. I had to give it to the b9g guy up in heaven. He was really making things hard for us, not holding back one bit. I had a feeling things were not done being complicated, I just hope I can help Russell through it all. I shook my head in disbelief, placing my hands on either side of the sink, and sighed. "Ok, Sam. We can do this. Right? We... We can handle this. I mean, I doubt uncl
Russell They're Gone
RussellThe truth is- As much as I wanted to be , as at my uncle from keeping this big secret from me, I can't. I am accountable for this as well, for I knew something was off. I had to be pretty stupid for me to not realize the similarities in their last name and the fact we did resemble each other. I wanted to act as if I was ok, but inside I was a mess. Even with my suspicions, I was still hopeful that everything was mere coincidence. How could this be? Andrew, really is my family. I have never heard from them since the day of my parent's funeral. He must have been a teenager at the time, while I had just turned ten years old, but I remember. I remember him and his younger brother, vaguely, but I can still somewhat recall them. I was still small, but I still remember. The big house, fancy clothes, dad working for Knight's enterprise. He was one of the best, always swamped with highly-stacked files in his office. I can still, though faintly, remember mom's beautiful scent. In my mi
Russell You're Out of this Game
Third Person POVAndrew makes his way into his luxurious apartment, whistling as he opens the door and walks in, dropping his keys on the same spot over his table. "Nice to see you finally get home." he hears his dad's voice, making him jump in place after being startled. "Pops... Wh- what are you doing here?" he says, taking a step back. His dad, Caleb sits on the small recliner, with a glass of whisky in his right hand. Caleb takes a swig of the warm poison, hissing as he places the glass back on the small table next to the recliner. He stands, fixing his tie, and walks to Andrew, making his son worried. His expression was as cold as ever, with dark eyes, and teeth gritted. Andrew can only imagine the taste of blood as he hears his dad clenching his jaw. "The question is, what the hell have you been doing in, Andrew? What were you doing in California? I thought I told you to never... Ever look for that kid." "Dad, I, I, I don't know what you're talking about," he says taking a st
Russell Mr. Knight
Third Person POV"Mr. Knight, your flight will be boarding soon sir, can I offer you another glass of wine, while you wait?" Caleb looks up at the flight attendant, smiling at her as she holds the bottle of Bordeaux. "Please, call me Caleb," he answers, giving her a wink. He knew she was easily his oldest son's age, but that has never stopped him from messing with a pretty face and curvy body.She smiles, blushingly, and slowly pours more Bordeaux into his glass flute. "Let me know if I can get you anything else," she says as she walks away, swaying her hips intentionally. He oozed with luxury, and of course, she had to take advantage of the situation. Before long, they were intertwined. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he sunk deep inside her. The bathroom was far too crowded, but it didn't bother him to pound inside her inside a filthy janitor's closet. It wouldn't be the first time either. He's always had any girl he wants. No one had said no to him. When he was done, he buckl
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