Good Morning Jack Hartmann Novels & Stories

Sabtu malam di sebuah kamar yang penghuninya sedang asyik sendirian. Entah apa yang sedang dikerjakan Janu. Matanya fokus dan tak berkedip menatap layar laptop. 'Jack, nongkrong, yuk.' Sebuah pesan masuk ke ponselnya. Ternyata dari Abraham. Janu yang sedari tadi hanya bermalas-malasan segera membuka dan membacanya.

Jack Jack's reflection in the foggy mirror revealed a man brimming with self-assurance. The steamy bathroom was a testament to the intensity of his morning shower, but it was just the beginning of his extraordinary day. At the tender hour of 6am, Jack had already devoted 45 minutes to an invigorating workout, fueling his body and clearing his mind.

I made a snide comment. "We don't need to use any torture methods on you; we've already acquired a means to contact him. Did Jack mention Dr. Mark Bowen by any chance?" My face was probably as white as a sheet because Ezra grinned. "Jack is smart, I'll give him that much but he's also a human being like anyone of us and humans are bound to get exhausted when they reach their limits. In Jack's case, there was a minor slip up. He contacted Bowen in an emergency and the number lit up like a Christmas tree. That's all we needed."

Granted, it was a business arrangement and he still didn't intend to fall in love with her but if they were going to be living together, the least he could do was make it less awkward and comfortable. By 6:30 am, Jack was already returning from his intense workout. He decided to work out in the morning since it was the weekend and he didn't plan to work for a change. Jess was just waking when returned. "Where did you go so early?" She asked sleepily as Jack walked back into the room. "Workout. Sleep good?" "Yeah, thanks. Did you sleep at all?" Jack chuckled. "I don't need a lot of sleep so I slept just fine. We may have to go out and get some things for breakfast, I'm not sure there's anythi

Well, I guess this is the exact definition of ‘I'm just doing my job’. “What's your name by the way? I want to address you by your name.” The thought inside mt head provokes me to ask for his name. I observe his face if there will be a sign of hesitation, but no. There wasn't. He immediately answers me. “I'm Jack. I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself earlier.” Jack has dimples on both sides of his cheeks. He also has a pair of pale green eyes, and natural red looking lips. “It's okay. I just wanted to know your name.”

He was semi-hard and I wondered if he'd kept working himself up all morning waiting for me to come to him. "Good morning baby." I said softly. Jack looked away from the TV and gave me that boyish smile he'd still managed to hold onto despite his stressful job. "It is a good morning!" He exclaimed hitting the remote to shut the TV off, "Damn you're tits look good!" "Oh, you're a smooth talker aren't you councilor?" I asked, walking slowly towards him, "But you know what they say about flattery!" I stopped in front of the chair and cupping them, lifted my large tits.

"Okay, I'll speak with Dellan about it. You must, however, organize your time because you still need to learn about finances.” “Yes ma’am” I nodded my head politely. Dellan was the head trainer and Ms Ravens right hand man. His appearance was Dominating. He was 6’5 and very masculine but also handsome. After brunch, Jack approached me from a distance while I was sitting in one of the lawn chairs admiring the view and enjoying the refreshing breeze in the flower garden. “I've heard that you desire to commit murder.” He gave my left shoulder a pat before settling in next to me.

Harry remarked and the both smiled. Jack company had been flourishing lately. After the multi million dollars investment from the anonymous investor, as the media had quoted, he completed his hotel project in New York, opening it up fully and so far, it was climbing in the hospitality ranking. He had also gotten a contract from the government that worth millions of dollars. He had totally displaced Damian, claiming his spot as the biggest business man in Los Angeles. You could never defeat Jack Antonio. Not in his own game.

Raeleigh decided that she would stay put, seeing as Santiago did not rise. Jacky, on the other hand, glanced at Santiago before he stood up. Looking at Mr. Jormen's hands, he accepted the handshake. Mr. Jormen smiled. "I'm Jormen Lee. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope we can be friends." "It's my honor." With that, Jacky sat back down. However, the two men on Jormen's side were displeased with Jacky, thinking why a punk like him deserved such grand respect.