Eater Jackson Hole Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jackson stepped on the gas pedal of his iron horse and the car drove to the destination guided by the steering wheel in both hands. "Let's eat first, Ly. I'm hungry," Jackson says with eyes focused on the road in front of him, of course he doesn't want to look for illness, who's guessing that he'll be safe to get home if he doesn't focus on driving? "At Mcdonald's, I want a cheese burger!" exclaimed Ily with gusto. "Also stop by pizza hut " Jacksom ruffled Ily's hair, "Let's go to the mall then, Ly." said Jackson, Ily shook her head.

He gave a smile and a joint hand thank you as soon as he was done eating. “Jackson, you have a gem. Her food is made with love and she’s homely. Are you two involved with each other?” He asks softly, cleaning his mouth with a napkin. “She’s just here to work for me. For now.” Jackson mutters, sipping slowly from his glass of vodka. So far it’s been so good but that’s all there is to this.” He smirks as our eyes meet. A glass falls close to Adrian as I try to clear the table.

They didn’t seem like father and son—there was a formality between them, a distance that felt wrong. More like boss and subordinate, I mused, frowning slightly. — “This food is terrible,” Jackson grumbled, poking at his plate with a fork. His expression was a mix of disgust and frustration. I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound easing some of the tension I’d been feeling. “That’s the price you pay for winning a championship,” I teased. Jackson shot me a playful glare. “If I eat everything without complaint, you owe me a date.” I raised an eyebrow, my smile fading as I prepared to refuse.

I quickly placed an order for some food, getting Jake his usual Thai, I opted for Pad Thai today as a change, I was starving but more importantly it was also a light dish so despite my stomach feeling like a weighted pit of doom, I was also hungry, I really needed to eat. I had made my way to the copier looking over my shoulder to check Jake hadn’t followed me. He had been getting much better at appearing from nowhere without a sound, I needed to get him a bell or something like a cat so I could hear when he was coming. The thought made me smile, Jake Summers CEO of Summer’s and CO. law firm wearing a bell like a cat.

KIMBERLY ~•~ I waited for only a few seconds before Jackson came in, pushing a trolley that contained only one plate. I arched an eyebrow at him and he chuckled. “We’ll start with appetizers first.” He explained and I took his word for it. He transferred the plate from the trolley to the table and stood beside me, waiting for me to open it. “Aren’t you eating?” I questioned, wondering why he was acting weird. “I will. I just want to know if you like it first.”

my mother said with a smile, then picked up Jia and took Alaska out. "Okay, my mom is a great cook, she's going to love this," I said as I brought the tray to us, and it was a chocolate roll cake that no one doesn't like. "He looks great, but is this useful? I'm an athlete and I don't want to spoil my appearance," said Jackson, looking at me with a smile. "Really...?" I said as I looked at him with half an eye... Then Jackson lifted his shirt to show his sexy abs... Am I really thinking about that now?

I looked at him and shook my head. "I'm a bit full since I just ate with Hank. I'm wondering if I can just eat the salad instead of the steak." I lied. I wanted to cry. I hadn't eaten anything yet, and my dumb self asked if I could eat the salad—the pure veggie salad. Jackson instantly poured some of the salad onto a plate and handed it to me. I thanked him and started digging in. "Are you aware that Hank is the oldest son of the founder of Connect Inc.?" Jackson asked. I stopped halfway from putting the forkful of salad in my mouth.

When Mark arrived at the White Waters Bay, Eric was already there. Jackson was in one of his rare good moods today and went to cook personally. Out of the three of them, Jackson was the one with the most hobbies. Putting it simply, he was both intellectual and sporty, looked good on the outside and well-mannered on the inside. Domestically, he could cook, and career-wise, he was also a business powerhouse. In spite of this, it was incredibly rare to be able to get a taste of his homemade meals.

Jackson corrected her gently, wiping a spot of sauce from Mia's cheek. Alex took a bite, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "Not bad. At least not poisonous." That was the highest compliment coming from Alex. Jackson smiled. A genuine, warm smile reached his eyes. He looked at the two kids eating, and then at Serenity, who was quietly drinking water across the table. For five years, he had eaten alone in Michelin-star restaurants. The food was exquisite, but cold. Tonight, eating this simple pasta in a small apartment, he felt... full.

“As their aunt, I will take them to concerts, rated-R movies, and feed them copious amounts of sugar.” Jackson shakes his head at me. “I expect nothing less from Aunt Taylor.” He motions towards the oven. “What’s for dinner?” “I’m craving munchies,” I explain. “We have chips with cheese dip, little barbecue hotdogs, mozzarella sticks, and potato skins.” “Craving?” He mocks. “Isn’t a craving for one, maybe two things? You’ve planned an entire buffet. Are we entertaining friends tonight?” “Whatever,” I snap. “Go change your work clothes. I’m putting the mozzarella sticks and potato skins in the oven.” I look his way. “We eat in ten minutes, with or without Kennedy. I’m starving.” I hear Jackso