Fake Slackers Novels & Stories

“Yes, it's no news that you don't want this but you just have to adjust. Accept your fate, embrace it…just fake it till it becomes real.” “Now you sound like a 90 year old grandma giving a do not steal lesson to her grandchildren.” I chuckle. “I ain't laughing here, Ethan.” “But you're funny!” I can't hold the laughter in my belly. “Tell me what do you gain from fucking sluts every now and then?” he ask sounding like a professional therapist “Talking as if you are not the one who introduced me into it.” “Do you know how she's feeling about all this…seeing her man with different ladies?”

My name in your mouth sounds so naughty, little Skylar—He whispered in my ear. It makes me want to fuck you so hard; those firm thighs would be so sore and bruised that when you walked into my office and said my name again, you’d remember that entails. And that thought would make you blush, and I’d see the innocent Skylar again, the one I imagine sucking my cock, serving me, fulfilling my every whim because that’s what a good secretary does, right? "I didn't mean for it to sound like that, Mr. Jenkin," I whispered, his breath still catching in my ear.

(okay, now pullout, let me continue with my work) Johnson ➡(what!?) Wetin u say? (what did you say BigBam ➡Ah, ah, I say remove am now! I wan continue work. (I said remove your dick, so that I can continue withy work) Johnson ➡You're not okay! 😡

And all I'd done was raise a pack of greedy, ungrateful wolves. They weren't satisfied with top-of-the-market benefits. They weren't grateful for a single act of generosity. They even twisted my goodwill into a malicious conspiracy. I sat down at my desk and opened Slack. If they thought $500 was an insult, if they thought my kindness was all just an act... Then I would give them a real show. I typed a message into the general channel:

@GossipGoddess: “He’s never been spotted with a woman before. Ever.” @BillionaireWatch: “She’s clearly pregnant.” @SocietySnitch: “My cousin saw them arguing in Milan last month. #SoftLaunchFails” I groan into my pillow. I’m not pregnant, and I’ve never been to Milan. Let’s see what Instaglam has to say. There are over 900 DMs. Some are congratulatory. Some are... colourful. One just says “Liar.”

Fuck. XXX

Noah Ellis had a theory about Mason Reed. The theory was this: Mason was the most self-aware person Noah had ever met who worked the hardest to pretend he wasn't. Everything Mason did, the jokes, the charm, the easy confidence that filled whatever room he walked into, was deliberate. Not fake, Noah had never thought it was fake, but deliberate, the way an architect is deliberate, building something functional and beautiful that also happened to hide its own foundations. Most people never looked for the foundations.

They minded their own business. Kenneth was the perfectionist, Ruth the girl whose laugh was too loud, Pam the gossip, Blaze the flirt, Dale the party boy who came to work high -which was a wonder Jerkface hadn't noticed him and fired his ass-, Chuck the smelly guy who always smelled of onions or garlic and Albert the loud mouth. Everything they did wrong, he was the first to point it out. Or if he was having a bad day, he would take it straight to the boss. You guessed it right. Jerkface. Oh yeah, there was also Holly the slut. People always forgot about her but not because she was ugly or quiet or something like that. No. She was always away from her workstation and Alexis figured she was

Trying to read if the sad expression was an act or reality. "Jackson was innocent."