J Cole Smile Novels & Stories

Chapter 81 Cole's POV "Jethro?" I asked. He subconsciously turned swiftly, trembling at the sight of us. "What a surprise!" I exclaimed. "Aye, beta!" He grinned, reaching for his pocket. He had two extra cigars waving at us. "Alpha!" His squared chiselled Jaw was more pronounced with the smile he gave. Evans waved as we approached. Jethro threw the cigars at us, and we caught rapidly. We all had a smile on our faces.

And sometimes she's wrong. Very, very wrong. But I suppose beauty is in the beer goggles of the beholder...or something like that. Not that Lisa usually drinks on the job. Although, sometimes I seriously have to wonder. I plaster a smile across my lips and wait for my next appointment, interested to see how far off base she is today. A few seconds later, the smile falls off my face as Cole strolls into the room. As soon as he sees me, he stops, obviously just as surprised as I am. But that doesn't stop the wide smile from settling across his handsome face.

His said, a sly grin was plastered on his face. I chuckled lightly, "well, it meant something to me though." Cole inserted his hand into his pocket before a sigh of maybe relief escaped his lips. "Something in what way?" I made an expressionless face as I spoke. "You know, your speech did. At least it made my brothers smile and who hates when his or her siblings smile?" "Well, speaking for you and I," Cole had a strong look in my eyes as he paused. "It's a no." I crossed my arms across my chest defensively. "That's exactly what I'm saying," I leaned in. "And you made my brothers smile today with your speech."

she says, smiling. Cole narrows his eyes. Suspicious. "You're crying." Michaela's smile widens. "I am." "And you're smiling," I add, unsure what to make of this hybrid emotion. "I can do both.”

I loved most flavors. "They are more than enough. Thank you, Cobi." I answered happily. "Finally I'm seeing your beautiful smile." Cole said softly as I felt my cheeks heat up. "That's because I am happy." I answered honestly.

Jade can be really cruel. Cole glared down at her for a moment, his lips pressed into a thin, unimpressed line. The silence was getting kind of awkward, so I stepped forward. “Hi, Cole. It’s nice to meet you.” I stretched my hand out for a handshake. His grey eyes snapped away from Jade to stare at me in surprise and relief, then he smiled and took my hand in his, shaking warmly. “The pleasure is all mine, beautiful Leilani.” He grinned. “Don’t believe a fucking thing she said just now. I think she’s tipsy. And I’m a gentleman, by the way.”

The thought alone made my stomach hurt. Two hours later, Cole strolls into the office. I see him approaching from the corner of my eye and keep my eyes glued to the paperwork in front of me. He walks past my desk and walks into his office without a word. I watch him as he takes his suit jacket off and tosses it on the sofa. He looks royally pissed off. He loosens his tie whilst he walks over to his desk. He stops when he sees his smoothie on his desk, he picks it up and looks at it, reading the writing on the cup, he smiles. I feel a warmth engulf my heart whenever he smiles. Before he sees me watching him, I turn my attention back to my work and bite back the urge to smile.

_to “ Moore smiled, wiping happy tears off the corner of his eyes. "Thank you. I'm mostly happy for Cole.” "But do you think he's gonna get released today?" Moore asked Jessica He noticed the way the smile faded from her face, slowly replaced with sadness.

He smirked again before adding, "Today, I will let you enjoy my sexiness." Forcing a smile, she responded, "Whatever, Cole." "Okay, let's start!" Ordered the photographer. Joan and Cole struck a few poses, all of which showed off their supposed great chemistry. Cole shot Joan an alluring smile while having one hand on her back. He ran his finger through the side of her hair while maintaining his gaze on her grey eyes. Responding to his actions, Joan raised her arms, creeping up to Cole's neck. She wrapped her arms around him and allowed herself to marvel at his athletic face.

Jason Cole. Yes, that Jason Cole. The walking stereotype of every high school rom-com: quarterback, straight white teeth, a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, and an ego so inflated it probably has its own zip code. He’s also the reason I never volunteer to answer questions in history class. Because Jason Cole has mastered the art of leaning over my desk, whispering, “What’s number three?” while flashing me that stupid grin teachers fall for every time. So, naturally, when my best friend texted, “Lila, you should totally expose him on TikTok for stealing your pens again,” I did what any normal, sleep-deprived teenager would do.