Its Jeff Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Please calm down baby. What exactly is the matter?. Jefsexy said in his usual female tune trying to use his hands with his long beautiful painted finger to touch him in a sexy style as his usual manner. "Don't touch me.you're a snitch. How dare you betray me, you slept with that broke old donkey ass who called himself billionaire and signed a dump and useless contract with him.” He said, pulling his hands away from him. "How could you Jeffrey?. Have you forgotten where I picked you from?. You were a common cleaner who had no vision” “You were a dirty kid and I cleaned you up to take care of my ass alone and not to be fucking any damned useless old godforsaken ass you find on the street". He

“Let’s just say… I’d rather keep my job. Boss can be unpredictable sometimes.” Kathalina tilted her head, studying him, but Jeff quickly faked another cough and said lightly, “Anyway, Baguio’s nice this time of year. Maybe the fresh air will do both of you some good.” She caught the slip in his words, but before she could press further, the elevator dinged open to the parking lot. Jeff stepped out first, gesturing politely. “Your car’s waiting, Miss Kathalina.” Kathalina walked out, her thoughts swirling, while Jeff trailed behind, lips pressed tight. There was more he wanted to say…...something sitting heavy on his chest, but he decided to swallow it. Some truths, he knew, were better left

I wanted to tell him that I was downstairs already but the words died on my lips when I heard a very familiar sultry voice. Irene. My stepsister and Jeff's ex-girlfriend. She was back? “Jeff, you must be the luckiest man on earth to have a wife who worships you and will do anything you said with just a snap of your fingers”. Jeff snorted, “I'd say it's boring…I prefer doing the chase and not the other way round”. There were jeers of laughter.

Jeff is standing in front of Danny’s desk and talking to her about some legal document. “Hey, Jeff, my man. What’s up?” I ask as I move closer to the desk. Jeff turns and a large smile spreads across his face. He’s a good guy. “We don’t have an appointment, but I can always make time for you, Van. I’ve been betting on a paternity suit for a few years now.” He laughs, like this is the funniest joke on earth.

After that, he would sometimes drop by to hang out with her and her friends, make everyone laugh with his funny jokes, and join them for lunch or coffee. But to Riley, Jeff was just another friend at work. There was no special thing about him. So why is Eash talking bout him now? “Actually… Jeff is interested in you,” Eash said. “What?” Riley yelled involuntarily. What nonsense is he talking about? “He even confessed his feelings about you to someone in the marketing team. Since you helped his team that day, it seems he’s fallen for you. Didn’t he always come to see you? Join you for lunch or coffee? Randomly visit your work area?” Eash asked.

The park's lights cast a warm glow on their faces as they walked back to their cars, each with their own thoughts and hopes. The night had brought him a step closer to unraveling the truth and seeking justice for Jeff. Before his life took a drastic turn, Jeff was known for his sharp business acumen. He had a natural talent for spotting opportunities and turning them into profitable ventures. His confidence and charisma attracted investors and partners, and he quickly became a well-respected figure in the business world. With a broad smile and an air of sophistication, Jeff's handsome features only added to his charm. His neatly combed hair and impeccable dressing sense reflected his attenti

He says in a calm voice and that calms me down a bit. "Kay I'll be wearing my faded blue high waist jeans, my white crop top and leather jacket and my sneakers just in case. I'm sure you'll find me but still so you know." I say so they won't leave with someone else thinking it's me that would be a sh!tty rescue. I scoff.

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.

“I’ll take my chances.” Blake raised an eyebrow, clearly testing him. Jeff shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back like he was cool as ever, even though I could tell the nerves were still bubbling underneath. “I’m a good guy,” he said honestly. “No rotten skeletons in the closet.” I snorted softly under my breath. That had to be the cleanest, most polite way anyone had ever described Jefferey. “Besides,” he added quietly, “Esther doesn’t even know any of this yet.”

I quickly look back to catch a glimpse of the person walking in with about eight guards. And I was shocked at the face I saw, I looked back again and this time he turn around but I quickly look away and muttered. " Jeff" I began to figure out in my head how he became a boss when he was my dad's driver two years ago. I was still wondering in my head a lady came to call me for my interview. I stood up but kept trying to look back to steal a look at Jeff. I managed to respond to all the questions, I was asked by the HR because the only thing in my head was " Who is Jeff? If he is a boss here and the heir of the most richest man in the world, how come he worked with my dad as a driver two years