What's Under Double D's Hat Novels & Stories

“They're a publicly traded company, Dan.” “On paper, yes.” Danny held my gaze. “Unofficially... no one really knows.” I fell silent, turning his words over in my mind. A moment later, I looked up at him. “I need to dig deeper into Double W,” I said firmly. Danny let out a weary sigh. “If I told you not to, you'd go anyway, wouldn’t you?” I didn’t answer. We both already knew the answer. ***

“I hope so. I know Zee wants to complete his bonding.” “He will,” I assured her as we walked out the front door. “The detention center is a couple miles that way; behind the Pack House.” She nodded. “And you said it’s above ground?” “For the most part, yes. There are underground holding cells, but only a couple.” Her face crunched as she absorbed the news. “They kept you underground, didn’t they?” I asked gently, placing my hand on the small of her back to keep us grounded and connected. Again, she nodded but didn’t offer anything more.

Even though I wasn’t ready for a long-term commitment, I knew I would get terrible withdrawals if they left. I was already used to them being around and showing up whenever I wanted. Liam leaned forward, placing his elbow on the table. “Abby… this is crazy. You’re basically asking us to share you.” “Yeah, that’s what I want.” Landon huffed out a humorless laugh. “I don’t like sharing stuff with people, let alone sharing the same woman with my brother whom I hate.” I still didn’t understand why they hated each other so much. They were literally identical twins.

Something dangerous. Something that could destroy them all.

Double embarrassment. “No,” I coughed and immediately looked ahead. My heart pounded like crazy as my mind rang with the warning that I could not be having these weird feelings for a man I barely knew for a day. Xavier dropped me home and left right after while I watched him go. I went to my room and slept off. Brrr! Brrr! My buzzing phone woke me up. I grumbled, and picked it up, placing it to my ear. “Hello, Miss Diana,” the voice said and I yawned. “The bank is giving you a day to evacuate the house on the terms of defaulting your loan. You are two years due. Do well to follow the right procedure.”

With my heart still thudding in my chest, I sat up on the bed, wiping the sweat on my forehead with the sleeves of my nightwear. What sort of dream was that? My heart was still racing, and my breaths were still coming in pants so I focused on calming myself down. I took in deep breaths, feeling my lungs with generous gulps of Oxygen. Because they really needed it. In a few minutes, my breaths levelled. Then I noticed that the twins were not in the room. It wasn't that bright out yet so where could they go this early? More meetings? To sort something out? I shouldn't care , honestly.

, Shaking hands, she pointed to the shirt. "Don't tell me you're keeping it for yourself!", My eyes noticed her, biting her lower lips to hide the embarrassment. "Is it that obvious?", Her gaze widened. "Sorry for breaking your heart but it is.", I winked at her while giggling. "Oops.", She concealed her mouth. "Don't worry, I'll keep your secret under wraps. Not even going to tell my boss.", Tilting slightly, I whispered near her ears. "And if you need a smaller size, just ask me. I'll do it for you.", Her lips wide stretched, grinning.

Mark was apparently still drooling over the hostess's breasts. "Well then, let me just say that the Double D is a "breastaurant" that has accepted the reason that men come here and we embrace it." She pointed both of her hands to her own breasts and looked back up smiling. "The Double D tries to set itself apart from other restaurants of this type. This is our server board," she said, pointing at the sign again. "On it are all the waitresses that we have working right now. If you see one you like, you can pick her if her section has an open spot. It doesn't always work out that way, so we allow you to pick again if she's got too many tables. If you want, you can also sit at the bar, and will

With laughs they left the bar. CABARET ‘TILL DAWN. The whistles of men, the dirty words that left their gross mouths, the hitting of the beer bottles and laughs while pointing out to the bodies of the women dancing in the poles, all of them seemed to be having a good time while waiting for the only one that made their wallets to be emptied. But they weren’t the guilty ones. It was her, her because of her perfect body.