Cheers Jeff Novels & Stories

Although the release had helped in calming down the stress hormones raging around me. Drew strolled towards me and handed the coffee to me. I smiled and gladly took it from his hands, muttering a thank you. I blew on the hot coffee and took a sip. God, it was marvelous. I moaned in satisfaction, enjoying how he took great precaution in making it just how I loved it. “God, this is amazing,“ I moaned. Drew chuckled. “Only you think that having much cream in your coffee is amazing,“ he said.

Hard. Within seconds, his face turned red, his lips split, and blood trickled down his chin. Watching this display, I couldn't help but be impressed. 'What a lunatic,' I thought. "Enough of this pathetic act," I said sharply, cutting him off mid-slap. "It's ruining my mood. And besides, I've spent all your money already. Here's a deal: go out and make some more. If you can impress me, maybe—just maybe—I won't leave."

"Alright, alright. Months in and you're still this clingy?" Her friends didn't even flinch. Totally numb to it. I just stood there, watching, heart freezing over. So yeah—everyone knew. Everyone but me. Eugene smiled at the teasing, soaking it up. Like the scene wasn't messy enough, people started tossing out questions—when was the last time they'd hooked up? Vanessa dropped her head, all shy. Eugene? He looked smug as hell. "Day before yesterday. Room next to the master bedroom."

I'm already tipsy and the crowd is getting wild and wild every minute. "I can't hear you! Call me later! Bye!" I shouted at my phone and stuck it in my back pocket when I finally reached the couch. "Hey, Lea!" A guy from the same couch stood up to greet me. I don't know him actually, he wasn't here earlier when I left this circle. I arched my brow at him. "Ah, I'm Jeffrey. I'm from the college of business and finance." He lend out his hand for a handshake and smiled exposing his couple of dimples.

What she meant was that death was better than being with him. Jeffy was angry. He tore the cheque into pieces, stood up, and fiercely said, “I gave you the chance because you look quite decent. But, you’re so ungrateful. You want more, do you? Do you think I really like you? Just go kill yourself with your lousy husband!” Johnson wanted to stop Jeffy, but Jeffy pushed him away. He pointed at Johnson and said, “Old man, do you still want to work for my father? Haha! Just wait to be fired!”

“I bet you haven’t seen my Snap, Flora. Most of the puck bunnies want to get fucked” “Eww!” I groaned, a genuine laugh bursting from my throat. “I cannot believe you just said that out loud.” He scoffed, but the corner of his mouth lingered in a genuine smirk. “Yo! Listen up, people!” Jeffrey’s voice suddenly boomed over the music. “We’re starting the championship drinking round! Move your asses!” I looked over at Jeffrey’s chaotic display, then turned back to look up at Tyler. “Ty… do you think we should tell them what happened today?”

And he'd hit the mark dead-on. The nurse brought a wheelchair, helped me into it, and took me to the payment counter. I pulled my wallet from my coat pocket and handed over the bank card. This card was linked to the joint account Evan and I had opened together. He'd said we would keep all our money here and plan our future together. It was my only safety net. The clerk took the card, swiped it, paused, and tried again. "Ma'am, this card has insufficient funds." I gripped the armrest. "That's impossible. Check again."

He even has a cup of wine in his hand. I scoffed before gulping down the content in my glass at once, feeling that sharp taste in my mouth. I placed it down on the tray another waiter was carrying around and grabbed another cup off it. It has been a long since Chris left that stage and he hasn't come here yet and it is killing me! I was about to gulp down the content in this cup as well when someone appeared beside me. "How are you holding up?", Uncle Jeffrey's wife asked and I turned to look at her.

Jefferson informed Britney. Adrienne pouted her lips. Jefferson was really an expert liar, and he showed no change in emotion or tone at all. Clearly, he was very used to lying. After hanging up the phone, Jefferson leaned his chair back and then lay down. He lay comfortably in the chair and said, "Drive me to Well Eaten Farm and Restaurant. I want to drink with Freddy and the others." "Drink? Do you want to die?" "Yes, I've given up on life. It's none of your business, isn't it?"

Jeff grumbles as he walks out of the food cafeteria. Wait, Jeff is breaking up with Axel? “Then this is going to be a tough one for me.”