Jackson An American Dreams Novels & Stories

Steven said with a thrill in his tone. Jackson was shocked to get this information. Weeks have passed without hearing from this guy, and suddenly he's at their company wanting to discuss his dream project. 'At least two outstanding things came out of that party. Steven fell in love with Julie and my vision may soon become a reality.' He thought. "Give me a few minutes to get dressed, and I will be there minutes from now," Jackson replied and ended the call. His attention got drawn to Jennie as she twirled and shook the sheet.

“My family needed money. I had no choice.” Lisa smiled awkwardly. Perhaps, if things hadn’t gone the way they did, would she have been in this young lady’s shoe too? Trying not to lower herself before the woman, she opened her bag, brought out a cheque book and signed it. Tearing it off, she offered it to the whimpering lady. “Here is a cheque of fifty million dollars. I am sure it will go a long way for your family. I have also prepared a passport and visa for you. My men will take you to the airport. You can go anywhere you want. Just make sure I don’t ever set my eyes on you. Ever. I don’t care what excuse you have to give to your family but I hope this stays off the media. You wouldn’t l

Standing in front of the door, I rang the bell, took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “If your dreams don’t scare you, they’re not big enough.”I thought about this phrase mentioned by Ellen and I could say that it was what represented me now. Before Dereck I dreamed of getting married, having children, with pets and a happy ending. What happened to me with Dereck shook my emotions and made me believe that I didn't want to get married again, but when I met Jackson, that dream was reborn with more intensity. So intense that I was afraid to accept the dream I had since I was a little girl.

Serenity let out a sigh of relief. "Great, you're finally awake." Jackson sat up. Earlier, he had dreamed of his childhood, kneeling in front of that woman and begging. Why had he had such a dream? Was it because they had talked about that woman earlier? "I just had a bad dream..." Jackson exhaled a long breath. When he looked down, he found that his pajamas had been unbuttoned, revealing his bare chest. "Why are my clothes..."

Jackson sees me as one as much as Kellerman now sees me too, but for Kellerman, I care less anymore. My hope remains; I'll wait on Jackson. I'll wait on him, and besides, I don't give a fuck what Jackson thinks; he is the man of my dreams, and I'll do anything to get my man back. He'll eventually calm down later and want to talk to me, and I'll feel better again.

He never sleeps that way. Lying here for hours until the time passes away and my eyes finally close, the dream I have is so vivid, so real. I am smiling, my heart beating so fast, the feeling is fantastic, and the pleasure is perfect. I wake up with tears filling my eyes. The want for the dream is plaguing my mind. All I can do is hope Jackson is in a better mood today, that he has realised he can’t ignore what is happening.

“I’m sorry I woke you last night.” “You can’t help it,” Jackson says. “You cannot control your dreams.” “I hope you’ll discuss them with Dr. Wilson to work through your fears,” Kennedy states. “You said he never...” I cut Jackson off before he puts my dream into words in the light of day. I might not be able to bury it deep again if he does. “He never became physical,” I promise. I don’t want to discuss John with them again. I’m trying to move on. “I’ll fix breakfast while the two of you prepare for work. It’s the least I can do for staying with me last night,” I declare.

Even Director Jackson has a smile left on his face. Manager Kim composed herself once more and started talking, “Jackson, when I was still young, I dreamed of having a family I can call my own. I wanted to build a happy family and have children that will call me mommy. And I promised to the young self of mine that I will never let them experience the same tragedy I had experienced.”

Jackson reached for the remote control in front of him and clicked, tuning the television to a sports channel to get his mind off thoughts. Thoughts that were annoyingly straying to Amelia whom he had literally dashed away from. He wanted her, that he was sure of but he wanted also to be sure he wanted her not because of any other reason but love. “Fuck” Jackson snapped

Two-thirty-four in the morning. I’ve been up since one, trying to go back to sleep, trying to pretend I didn’t just have yet another dream about Jackson. Only this time, it was part reality. It was us in the kitchen again, except in my dream, he didn’t move away when I arched into him. Instead, he spun me around so quickly I became dizzy, and barely noticed him tearing my leggings down until he was ripping my panties off.