Jack Kline Novels & Stories

Mirabel was next, skipping, laughing, carrying a small teddy bear with a ribbon that said “For Mommy.” Japheth came last, calm as usual, but even he couldn’t stop grinning. I fell to the ground and embraced everyone, and the sudden calm allowed my heart to rest. With a gentle whisper, I kissed every one of them, “You scared the living daylights out of me.” “But we were with Daddy,” Jake said innocently. “We had to hide so we could make the surprise!” I looked up, and there he was. Clinton. Leaning slightly by the bar, a drink in his hand. Dark navy blazer. Crisp white shirt. No tie. He was wearing a clean suit, his hair professionally brushed, and his usual smile showing as he spoke.

Why they were almost done with shopping Jake overheard two ladies talking about Lincoln and me and he had to take interest in the discussion. "Wow, did you hear about the news that Lincoln Jenkins's company would be marrying Veronica Jenkins?" The tall man said facing the short one. Jake was stunned by this news.

I answered. We stood there awkwardly, neither of us saying anything else until Jack decided to break the silence. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It is just that you looked like someone I knew. You know...redhead." He said, pointing at my hair. I wondered if he couldn't just read social cues or whether he didn't give a damn about them. But Jack gave me the ick, and I was looking forward to ending the conversation. As much as I wanted to give him a piece of my mind. I didn't have time for enemies. Maybe it was first day jitters. We all had them. "Well, now that you have seen me in all my glory, I hope you can tell that I am not the friend you are convinced I look like. Not all redhe

Jacob approached me as I walked into the kitchen. “So what’s the deal boss, why are we here?” I grabbed the bottle of scotch from the self and a glass. I poured myself a glass and sipped it. Jacob stared at me waiting for an answer. I flashed a devilish grin at him. “We are going to war.” He looked at me, confused. “With who and why?” I finished my drink and set the glass down. “Joseph King. He shouldn’t have double-crossed me.”

The line went dead. Jack climbed in his car and start driving around hoping to see a sign of her. He realized he doesn’t know much about his wife. On impulse he drives directly to Millie & Billie’s Delectable, hoping to find the waitress. It would be a bit of an awkward conversation. The moment he entered the building six pairs of very curious females looked at him but none were the girl from movie night. He sits down in the booth looking directly at the gym across the street. “What can I get you honey?”

“Please. That’d be great.” A devious smirk tugs at Jake’s lips as he makes his way over to Chris, who holds his bound wrists out in front of him. Jake doesn’t untie them, though. Instead, he slams his elbow into Chris’ stomach, making him gasp for air as he crumples to the floor. “I don’t think so,” Jake laughs, standing over Chris- and as angry as I am at Chris right now, it actually pains me to see this. He may be a dirty fucking traitor, but he’s still pack.

Jason? The man before us was not what I was expecting. Truth was, during the drive I’d painted a picture in my mind. I expected a pudgy guy with a friendly face and glasses who spent all of his time locked up in a dark, soundproofed room. He’d be pale as the only light he saw was from the computer monitors he stared at daily. “You’re early, Six.” He stood and held out his hand. Jason, handler to the CIA’s secret assassin squad, was the opposite of that. First, he was black. Second, he was gorgeous—tall, lean, with bright eyes and a brilliant smile. He stood out.

Jack : "not beautiful moment.... an meeting with client..." 'yes.. he also runs business in real estate and he owns many hotels and pub ...' me: "oh here my luck gave hand to me.. " jack: " what happened?? " he asked me by taking sip of whiskey in glass and said cheers to me and click with my glass... me: "I lost the information about that Michael daughter which I got today... what the luck she has... " I said everything how I lost... jack: " I am shocked you left that girl without doing anything... "(Eva who bump to his assistant and spoiled Michael's daughter details)

Those lies were just lies. But then the rumors kept getting worse. Finally, I had no choice but to come out and set the record straight. My salary alone could not support my expensive lifestyle. But I was not living off my salary alone. I just got lucky and was born into a good family. My father was the richest man in Marina City. I also had two older brothers and one older sister. The family business did not need me to inherit it. I could not even spend all the dividend money I got every year.

A few seconds later, she looked much better. Claire threw her arms around her and sobbed. Unfortunately, the rest of her family was not finished. "Cut the act, twerp. You wish you could squeeze a few more crocodile tears out of Grandma to fatten your share of her will, don't you? Please. Grandma's inheritance belongs to me!" Jack sneered. Claire's expression darkened. Before she could react, I snapped and swung my hand across his cheek with all my strength. Jack screamed and staggered.