Jackson Douglas Novels & Stories

To be safe, I better keep my guard up just in case. The responsible party for Mom's temporary happiness is some guy named Tom who also happens to be a big tipper. Apparently, right after Mom started her new waitressing job he became one of her regulars and "totally digs" her first name. Especially the way she spells Daisee with a double E because "it's just about the cutest thing he's ever seen." Barf.

And I wasn't liking it. "Why do people love Jack Houston so much? Is he a superhero?" Grimace formed on my face as I gestured my hand. "Jack's name became relevant when he helped a lot of people during the campaign of running mayors. He had climbed his way up the social ladder, spilling out the government's evil schemes through journalism and inspired a lot of people. Jack had won the majority of the votes, not until it led to his death. But that case had already been compromised by the Houstons themselves and we'd come to an agreement," he explained as if he was about to tear up. "And now the newspapers are out in public, his supporters were infuriated "

Jesus Christ her words hit me like a sledgehammer as I remain rooted to the spot while she walks out of my office and away from me. How can she say that? How can she be so calm and so nice when I'm being nothing but a coward and a bastard? I slam my door closed not giving a fuck about the time and slump down behind my desk before getting my good whiskey out. I don't even go for a glass, I just take the top off and start drinking. That girl is something else. She is beautiful and she has a heart of gold. And while I don't believe all of Lily's story I do believe what she said about Bonny and after hearing what she's just said to me only confirms the type of person she is.

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.

"Exactly. After the first frostbite scare, you stop pretending." Doris refills our mugs without breaking stride. She’s a coffee ninja. I watch the steam curl up between us. "So. Jackson from Australia. What do you actually do when you’re not returning hideous sweaters?" "I teach golf. And I play. Small tournaments, mostly regional stuff. Trying to climb the ladder without selling my soul to a sponsor yet." There’s a shadow behind the last part, but I let it pass. We’re still strangers. Strangers get one layer at a time.

"Thank you. But that will be unnecessary. Getting rid of this scumbag is enough compensation." "Okay, sir, but I insist," the owner politely said. He looked so ready to make amends. In that moment, Donovan remembered Boma's roommate who Boma said also struggled financially. Besides, everyone loved free food. He also knew that the compensation was coming because of who he was. If he was ordinary, the compensation would hardly come. That was society. He dictated Hilda's hostel address and name for the man who gladly wrote it down. Then Donovan handed him his card for correspondence.

The one who prefers business meetings over dinner dates. But bow he is chasing just an ordinary girl all over the world. People and media would be bashing on him if they hear that the billionaire bachelor Maddox Dasher is chasing a girl. But in the end, it is she who gives him peace and calms his mind.

“Anyway, that’s Kelly Jackson.” Dan Douglas shook his head and added, “Her story got a bit of a play at the time, but quickly faded from view. It seems that the mass media rapidly lost interest when it was learned that during her career, Kelly had harmed people! Even killed some, if you can believe such a thing.”

We arrived to the Half Moon Ball and it’s really packed. Jackson hands his keys to the valet, and we walk inside. Me and Jade on each of Jacksons arms and of course he’s loving this. Jade went straight to the bar, since we’re wolves there is no legal age limitations of 21 as long as we’re 16 and older. I told her to grab me a drink as well to help me loosen up to dance. I was talking and laughing with Jackson and felt a deep stare from across the room. It was Alpha Wyatt, and he was with that new toy of his. I ignored his glances and continued enjoying myself.

“Yes, ma’am. It’s a long story, but I’ve come to settle a thirty-year-old misunderstanding. I’m told you’re the one to help me put things right.” “I’m sorry… Uhm… I don’t follow…” He frowned. “Oh, I’m not doing this right. You have to excuse me, I’m a little nervous.” She furrowed her eyebrow. “I assure you, Mr…” “Kingman,” he said and held out his hand. “I’m Jackson Daniel Kingman, originally of Decatur, but I’ve been in Los Angeles these past thirty years.” For some reason, Mackenzie couldn’t place, his name roused a sense of recognition. She shook his hand.