Female Jason の小説・ストーリー

She asked and started sobbing softly. Jason dropped his fork at that point and looked at everyone of us. He had a lot going through his mind, but he only kept mute and stared at her. “Why did the moon goddess give me Jason? How could she make him my mate? Some days ago he acted like he was my hero, but now, he’s a thorn in my flesh. Why am I unfortunate?” She cried out and started slamming her fist on the table. “This doesn’t look good. She is pouring out her heart and could let our secret out to someone”, Jake said to me and I nodded my head in affirmation.

I stated, and they greeted me and then turned their focus back onto what they were previously doing. “How was your night, ey, Jason?” JB chuckled and nudged my shoulder. “Good. She’s one hell of a woman.” I replied and leaned against the wall next to him. “Oh, we all heard her moans.” He added, which made me feel embarrassed. I scratched my head and then crossed my arms across my chest. I watched as the woman smiled and chatted with Wen, then touched Calvin’s hand. They both seemed to be fully engaged in their conversation with her, which made a hint of jealously push up into my mind.

Jason picked his phone and turned his attention towards the door. Jason turned the door handle and without warning, bumped into someone. Instantly, he held her from falling onto the group ground. It was Janet Thompson, his chief cleaner. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there" Jason started apologizing. She didn't say a word, but just stared at him. Jason took that time to stare at her beautiful slender body. She wore a black and white striped bodycon dress.

Why was life so unfair to me? Jason was Lana's fiance.

Jason quickly countered, looking slightly red in the face which made me surprised. "Not a girlfriend? It's surprising that you would let her in then, who's she?" "That's my Mommy!" Mason yelled and it was his brother's turn to go red in the face. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry," he apologized. "It's fine," I waived. "That means that you must be... Cassandra. Wow, you look very gorgeous, your fiancee is a lucky man." Ahhh... It was obvious that Jason had been talking about me. "Stop talking and embarrassing yourself already," Jason snapped.

Those soft pink lips made JC feel so happy when he kissed her that he didn't want to stop. "Tonight you have to go on a date with me again, Anna. After that, you also have to come back to my house. Spice Girl, my Kintamani puppy needs a mistress. She likes you, Doctor Anna," JC said while stroking Anna's face who smiled at him. "Are you always like this when you like a woman, Jason? A little scary I think," said Anna, laughing heartily. "Do you like it, Anna?" replied JC without feeling guilty for being so aggressive.

“But I thought you didn’t want to be involved in the field?” “Yes, but just this once. That’s why I need your assistance.” Silence. Jason eventually nods, his shoulder starting to relax. “Very well.” He shifts his head toward one of the women in the room. She moves over to us at a snap of his fingers. She is petite but with a toned physique, and she’s wearing a short, black, shiny wig to hide her hair. “This is the Huntress, the one who spoke with you earlier,” he says. “Her name is Ari. She’s my sister.”

Joshua frowned as to how Beatrice knew of this much. For someone whose only in the fashion industry she sure knows a lot about the Watson’s family history. “Does she know them more on a personal level than just business,” he thought. “Now, Jason is a young and handsome man,” said Daniel. Some of the fan girls were giggling among the crowd. “Jason is among one of the most highly seek out talent among all male actors. He is also known for having the highest paid salary among everyone else across this nation,” continued Daniel.

Like father, like son. The difference was that Jason enjoyed keeping both a wife and a mistress, while his widowed father didn’t want to remarry and preferred the company of multiple women without strings attached. Laura immediately wiped away her fake pout and switched to full damsel-in-distress mode bursting into tears. “Dad,” she said softly, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “Jason hasn’t been taking care of me at all. I’ve been feeling unwell for days, and he just…” She paused, glancing at Jason like a wounded bird.

“You do this my way. You remember now, yes—but they don’t know that. That is your weapon. Not rage.” Jason’s jaw twitched. “You pretend. You observe. You get close. Because if Beauty is who I suspect she is… she’s not working alone.” Jason exhaled slowly, his hands still shaking. “I hired Fedora to play my wife… and somewhere along the line… she became more than that.” “She never stopped loving you,” Mowe said quietly. “And she raised your girls alone while you were missing. You owe them your patience. Not recklessness.” Jason said nothing. But in his silence was fire.