Calling Jeffy の小説・ストーリー

Crazy, I thought to myself, amused by our playful banter. “Don’t cry now, baby. I’ll stay, okay?” Tysha focused on reassuring Jeff, her words acting like magic as his face brightened up right away. “Yey!” Jeff exclaimed happily, relieved by Tysha's promise. With Jeff's mood lifted, I decided to take a turn and drive to my sister’s house, knowing that Tysha's presence would bring comfort to Jeff and ease his worries about Jess.

He asked. "Those are not the types of phone conversations" I replied. "Hey, Jeff. Funfact, I'm ten weeks pregnant if my calculations are right" I said before we burst into laughing fits after which he stopped for a moment to just stare at me. Jeffrey was taller than me, he had black hair and apparently a tint of yellow in his eyes that makes him look sort of Mcdreamy. And it was moments like this that made me appreciate him, he slipped his palms under my shirt as if he prayed to feel something.

Jeffrey - “I know that you do not know where I live, Sir. I just sent you the address” “Thanks man. I am on my way” He ended the call, grabbed his keys and headed out. Jeffrey was waiting at the door with glass of orange juice. He accepted the glass with one raised brow and followed him into the apartment. “Come with me” As he made his way through the minimalist living room and down the stairs into what seemed to be a man cave, he realized that outside of work, he didn't really know much about Jeffrey. He wasn't sure he had ever seen the man dressed in anything other than a suit.

“so don’t fantasize much on him “ “I know all this girl!! ,by the way he looked really familiar almost like we met before.” “Where could you possibly have met the CEO of Declan’s?” Stacy chuckled “I could come around and shoot my shot” jeff wiggled an eyebrow. Jeff used to be a male model,but dropped out when he started gaining weight. I would say Jeff looked way more sexier now than then. He added in the right places. He was about 5’7. He had bristled eyebrows that complimented his viking brown hair,he had brown eyes and was quite dishy. Too adventurous always having a friendly smile. I would say he was really hot,but certainly not my type.

"Is it Jessa?" "Who else could it fucking be!" Jeffrey groans loudly through the device, his scent radiating irritation even over the network. "She has been ragging on my scarred head the entire trip from the aircraft, and my own hands have to play butler to her whims. Talk about absolute bad karma under the moon!" Hearing Jeffrey’s endless complaints about her fiery temper, my lungs finally breathe a massive sigh of relief. It seemed that despite all his aggressive griping, his claws were still taking good care of Jessa’s safety.

His voice was low, but his hands shook with excitement. Cyrus barely looked up. “I don’t really care,” he muttered, resting his chin on his hand, eyes scanning the floor instead of the empty school grounds outside. “Just another rich girl coming here. Nothing special.” Jeff, lounging back in his chair with one leg thrown over the other, smirked dramatically. “I hope she’s pretty,” he said. “You know… an extra snack on the table.” Smack. “Ouch! Damien, what the hell was that?” Jeff yelped, rubbing his arm.

“Uncle Sam! Can we get ice cream now? The tall man is staring weird.” Samuel’s deep voice carried warmth as he ruffled Ethan’s hair. “In a moment, champ. Let Mommy handle this.” His eyes locked onto Jeffrey’s, cool and unyielding. “I’m the man who was there when she had nothing. The one who helped raise these incredible kids while you were busy playing house with your high school fantasy.” Jeffrey’s eyes flashed with raw, primal jealousy. He took a staggering step forward, fists clenched at his sides. “Who the hell do you think you are? Those are my children!”

“I remember that we once promised to not keep secrets from each other and I'm sure you remember it too.” Shawn scoffed and looked away. “Yeah. That was when we were best friends. Are we even friends now?” Jade paused for a brief moment then shrugged. “Well, I guess so.”

Cameron and I sighed simultaneously. "Looks like it's you and I now Soph." He tried his best to cover his pain, he and Jenny had turned the company into some Jehu Loveland, doing quickies and giving each other BJs. Carrying a handful of Pringles, I munched hard as if my life depended on it. "Looks like." My bad habits; eating Pringles, crying away...

Tishe:- Freaky best friend thing😋 I raised a brow. Jefferson:- Explain. It took a while for her to reply. Tishe:- Like, I just got dis weird👽 feeling dat sumtin was up n it had 2 do wit ur dad👴. I just had 2 text u. And I was ryt😊. Ryt? I chuckled. Jefferson:- Yes, you were. But it's settled now. Tishe:- Awwn😚. Just know dat me n d gals r here for u. K?