Cheers Jeff Novels & Stories

I opened my mouth to say yes when a sharp voice cut through the hall. "Shelby! Don't marry him!" Everyone turned toward the voice and saw Wayne standing at the entrance. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was unkempt as if he hadn't combed it in days, and his clothes were rumpled and stained. He was a far cry from the confident, polished CEO he once was. The room erupted in whispers. "Isn't that Ms. Moyer's ex-husband? Has he lost his mind, trying to crash her wedding?"

Jay and I put Jeoff’s things upstairs and just put it on the chair. While eating, we are still so noisy. We keep on talking about what the kids have done, until it was my turn.. “What happened Jeoff? You might drink the wrong medicine” he answered me with a deadly smile. What happens to him. If he is like this, Cupid’s arrow will surely hit me, that I’ve been avoiding for so long. You want me to fall to you Jeoff! “It can’t be that you got promoted because the company is yours. Does the demand raise?”

How loyal could she be? Jimmy was left completely alone. He tried to look for me a few times, but I had already moved away. Later, I heard he fell into heavy drinking, and one day, while drunk, he fell into a river and drowned. Two years passed. "You truly are a talented and beautiful woman, Ms. Bellamy," Chase Porter, the handsome young man with whom I'd just closed a business deal, said to me. "May I have the honor of taking you out to dinner?"

Jeff walked in a moment later, his tie hanging loose around his neck as he searched the counter for his car keys. “There’s our superstar.” I looked up. “What?” “The winning goal.” He grinned. “I finally got around to watching the replay last night.” Mom smiled proudly. “We watched it together.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “It wasn’t that big a deal.” Jeff laughed. “Listen to him pretending he’s humble.” “I’m not pretending.” “You’ve never been humble a day in your life.” “I hate both of you.” Mom laughed. “No, you don’t.”

The waiter said as he gave us the menu. "I will like a spaghetti pie casserole, chicken fried steak, and any cocktail of your choice, anything that has zero tequila in it." I looked up at the waiter and then look down at my menu "Jeff, what will you like to order?" I asked but he didn’t respond, I raised my head and saw Jeff staring at a waiter who was serving the table next to us. "Jeff! Jeff! Jeffery!" I taped the table "Huh!" He instantly turned around

"I have noticed that most of you are a bunch of babies on the field. Even the tiniest bump throws you into some serious dramatics." I smile, because she's right. "Hey now. Games are made on penalties. If we can get the ref to yellow-card someone for a tiny bump, we've done our job right." During the drive home, I notice that Quincy is unusually quiet. Normally the conversation flows freely. "Where's Chance tonight?" I ask, trying to get her to open up. "He's having some Aunt Geni time," she says. "She seems to think I needed to get some uninterrupted sleep for once."

Jefferson offered, a maid coming along with a two-faced jug. “You drink? You are just 6!” Alpha Jerry couldn’t hide his expression. “At what age did you start drinking?” Jefferson threw back at him. “Those were under different circumstances!” Alpha Jerry avoided the question. Jefferson imitated his smirk. “Guess I took after you in a lot of things. I’m glad, grandfather. I hope after now, you can accept your defeat.” Alpha Jerry didn’t reply as Jefferson poured him a glass as well as one for himself. Seeing him drink it, Alpha Jerry followed suit.

The group wasn’t dancing anymore, but because they were tired and lazy, they just sat at their designated table and drank. “Are you from Batangas, Jeff?” Sasha asked. Jeff nodded. “No. I only stay here during my vacation leave.” “What is your job? How did you get to know Tito Franco?” Ashlee asked. “What his job is, it’s my job as well,” Jeff simply said. “How old are you?” Belle asked. “What do you think?” said Jeff.

Jeffery said, sipping from his glass. Diri smiled and nodded, "Cheers to happiness," he said, holding up his cup. "Cheers! To a happy life and more bitches," Jeffery said, clinking his glass cup with Diri's. The two men laughed loudly and drank more wine.

Phillian echoed, glancing at Jeff— who nearly choked. Jeff fumbled with the soda, cracked it open, and chugged. After wiping his mouth, he finally faced them. “Yeah, some guy offered me a gig as an escort for a dating service.” “Escort?” “Yep. As in, women pay me to date them.” He blinked. He thought that only happened in movies. “Exactly,” Deewee cut in, polishing off his slice before continuing. “The other day, just after we left town, this giraffe and I bumped into this agent from a dating service company. Said Jeff here was ‘qualified’ and handed him a business card.”