Jack Kline Novels & Stories

It was a good time to poke a little. Jake glanced over at her and smirked. "Clint is a bodybuilder, a gym rat. He's put more hours into his body than he has into all of his other ventures put together." "Oh. Interesting." She smiled. "Hands off. He's a looker. Much better looking than me, but he's a blondie." "Blondie?" Kari chuckled. "I'm not at all interested in anyone but you, but for the record, a blondie is the last thing on my old list of things I enjoyed in, on, or about a man."

He couldn't help wanting to hold it in his hand. "Hey! Have we met before." Just as Kathy came out of the shower, the man came to her and greeted. "I am Jack by the way." Kathy grinned, "It's an old stunt, man." And strolled past him, heading towards Tina who was laying around the ocean. There is outrage in her sweet voice and Jack is as yet checking those fuckable lovely asses out. "You are mine." "Mr Dreke." His assistant came to him, and murmured in his ears.

The scent of rose from the air freshener greeted his sense of smell and relaxed his tense body a little. "You must be Nickson Darragh." Contrary to his expectations, Gordon Kline turned out to be a well-built, friendly man. His age which was almost the same as his mother's age didn't make him look old in the slightest. Nickson suspected that Gordon Kline was still exercising regularly and was paying close attention to the food he was eating well. As they shook hands, Nickson could feel Mr. Kline’s strong hand. He was as fit as he showed in front of Nickson.

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.

Jake's said as he drove me towards the company Jake was still in his streets trying to board a cab when an SUV stopped right in front of him. When the driver came out and opened the door of the passenger seat, he saw Lincoln Jenkins himself, his rival. Lincoln Jenkins came out of the car with a smile and faced Jake. "You must be Jake Benson, Veronica's new playboy?" He inquired facing Jake.

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

I thought about this for a minute, she probably deserved it I thought to myself. “Do we know who the man is?” Mike turned to the window with an angry look on his face. He does know who it is and he is not happy about it. “It is Joseph King. The leader of the Suicide Kings.” My hatred and anger erupted. “Joseph King, what the hell are you thinking? Do we even know why he wants her?” I stood up and paced the office. I couldn’t believe that Mike would be that stupid. Not only was he protecting a woman that we knew nothing about, but he was protecting her from the one man that could kill him and not think twice about it. Mike sighed.

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.