Novel & Cerita Eater Jackson Hole

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

I pointed. “Let’s find a table.” He steers me to one and pulls out my chair. I sit, sipping away at my drink. I can’t see Hades or Marissa in the crowd anywhere, and I relax, content to watch the crowd and remain out of harm’s way. Jackson comes back with two plates of food, and we begin to eagerly devour the delicious treats on offer. “God, that’s good,” I moaned, shoving my plate away and feeling stuffed to the brim.

He smiled. “What would you like to eat?” Victoria nodded. “We'll just order that.” Jackson lowered his head and looked at the steak left by Marcello, and there was caviar on the steak, normally people in this country wouldn't eat steak this way. Was her client a foreigner? Jackson pondered, and looking at Victoria trying to insinuate herself with him, he thought there must be something wrong. However, he said nothing, pushed the plate away, picked up the menu, and ordered something for himself.

I grumble, shaking off his hands and sitting down at the island. God it feels good to sit on something that isn't soft. "Fine, but if Hardin finds out I wasn't here today." Jackson gives me a pointed stare, sliding a plate of hot burgers across the island. I smile broadly at the chef. "Thank you." "No problem Alpha." He waves dismissively, turning back to the food still cooking. "Do you fancy watching Avengers Endgame with me?" Jackson asks hopefully, picking a burger from my plate and eating it. I didn't care, but in a couple of weeks taking my food will end badly. I had a short fuse last time, and that was before the bloodlust and raging anger.

After a quick catch-up, we sit with the Priest and discuss the service and what we want to happen. “Right, I have also booked a table for a meal locally, so we are going there now.” Jackson smiles as we get ready to leave. Getting there, we all order. Sitting talking, Jackson has been the perfect gentleman, with none of the naughty antics that he would generally do. He is just even more amazing right now. “So, Jackson, what is it you do?” My Dad asks. I look up. Oh crap! What is he going to say to this? He can’t exactly tell him he runs Seductive Vibrations, can he?

Listening to me se whined, "Momma!!." "No momma Ella." "Okay mommy." she nodded faking a sad look. Saying this she went back to eating her chocolates. My attention went to Jackson. He was on the same place rocking on his heels looking on the ground with his hands inside his jean's pocket. "Jackson come on take one more chocolate." Ethan asked. "I had one already." "You can take more." Ethan said urging him to take a chocolate from the box. "No no mister I already had one, don't wanna eat more."

He headed straight for the kitchen. Ryder grabbed whatever was closest. Leftover pizza cold from the fridge, a protein bar he didn’t remember buying, and half a bag of chips. He ate standing up, barely tasting it, already reaching back into the cupboard for more when he turned around. And nearly walked straight into Jackson Calloway. Ryder jerked back instinctively, pulse slamming hard.