Calling Jeffy Novels & Stories

He looked around the room, waiting for some sign of approval. But then, Mr. Johnson, one of the top men from Vintage International, raised his hand. His expression was unreadable. “You,” he said, clearing his throat. “Mr…?” He raised a brow. “Jeffery,” Jeffery quickly introduced himself, adjusting his suit again. The man frowned, leaning forward. “Where is Mr. Jay?” At the mention of J, Jeffery’s expression changed instantly. He hadn’t expected J’s name to come up—not even once.

After wearing a long training jacket and pants, I immediately got out of the room and walked to the terrace because Jeffry was waiting for me on his bike. "I feel like I'm picking up my girlfriend" said Jeffry, who I immediately gifted her a hard slap on the shoulder. I didn't think Jeffry could seduce either. I got on Jeffry's bike, after seeing me sitting sweetly in the back, Jeffry immediately pulled the gas on his bike. * * * "Fried rice for me don't taste spicy." I said to Javier who was ordering fried rice. I sat waiting in a long chair, watching Jeffry standing in front of me ordering fried rice. After ordering, Jeffry walked up to me, leaning to my left.