Jacob Morgan Book Novels & Stories

He grinned crookedly. LIBRARY* Morgan yawned for the uptenth time and had to cover her mouth with a book. She has been here, reading with Rebekah since morning. Final exams is two weeks away, so they need all the awakening they need. "I'm envious of Pearl though...I mean...she might decide to start reading a night before the exams and still pass. I want that brain" Morgan said. "It's in their family blood ... The brilliancy. I can't wait for pictures of her date" Rebekah smiled, looking bored

Javier assured her that it was nothing as he had just offered a hand in passing. Morgan then continued talking, “I actually approached you to ask about Mr. Young last night because I saw you dressed differently from those people and sat alone on the side. I didn’t expect that you’re really acquainted with him and that you’re a benefactor. Not only are you Mr. Young’s benefactor, but you’re mine too.” Javier waved in dismissal and placed his glass of wine away to fish out his cigarettes. When he asked Morgan with a look, she put her fair, dainty hand in front of him directly, so he passed a stick to her and lit it for her.

He had forgotten what it felt like to not feel alone. ~~~ Morgan, however, was a different story entirely. If Mo was the calm, steady tide keeping him afloat, Morgan was the wave threatening to drag him under. Not aggressively. Not maliciously. Just… intensely. He kept appearing with soft gestures that tugged at something dangerous inside Jace...warm meals left waiting for him, his favourite blanket folded neatly on the couch, gentle touches on his lower back guiding him through doors, eyes lingering too long whenever Jace was not looking.

"Mr. Sterling. It's finally nice to meet the genius behind Sterlings, Jacob said as he extended his hand for a handshake. Jacob Morgan carried himself like he had seen it all. Considering that he was a man in his late seventies, he would be deserving of that right. Peppered gray hair and beards with hazel eyes that looked kind when he smiled. "Mr Morgan. The honor is mine", he took his hands. " Why don't we get down to business. I went through the documents personally. Only the best for a company as good as Sterlings and I have to say I was very impressed. Well I hadn't expected anything less".

It makes him easier for him to ask them to do things at work, and they’ll all, without complaint, comply. After eating to their heart’s content, Jacob drove his men back to the site and bid goodbye. He’ll be spending the rest of the day at home. As soon as Jacob reached home, he rested for a while. Took a brief shower, and opened his laptop. He is going to rent the Norweigian Wood movie. Jacob finished the book as fast as he could as he wanted to pass it to Alexandra. He thought since they are book readers, why don’t they just share and lend books to each other? Of course, only those genres they share an interest in.

She would never get past that. Morgan ran his hand over his stubbled chin as he wondered if he wanted to give it a try. Jacqui was a beautiful lady. Hell, she was gorgeous. She was also smart, hardworking and a pain-in-the-ass. She frustrated Morgan as much as she intrigued him. Perhaps it was that combination that kept her at the forefront of his mind. He was good at reading people, but Jacqui Karston was the wild card. You just never knew which way she would play out. Morgan found himself grinning. It was always fun to take on the house, a challenge he hated to pass up.

She is beautiful. "Damn, you are blessed with genes that make you look super hot, just like your brother," Naomi winked with mischief. Iris and Tasha giggled at her antics. It's funny how Naomi never hides how much she likes Adam. ....... In the Morgan residence, which is a typical Italian-style home, but big enough to host 100 guests. James Morgan, father of Naomi Morgan and the President of the Morgan group, has a short, stout personality. But he is a shark in the business world. He runs a gemstones business, so his keen interest is in tying up the IRIS group.

"Jackson, you just said Mr. Morgan's daughter is actually his mistress... Is that true?" Jackson chuckled. "That's their family business. I can't say too much, but you can ask them. However, I will say one thing for Mr. Morgan. He's been in Europe working on designs for years, and the only person around him has been Mrs. Morgan. But how can a man resist a young, beautiful woman?" Wow, he just dropped another bombshell. Making the situation even more chaotic, Jackson smiled, took out two thousand bucks from his wallet, and handed it to the driver. "Here's your money. Now leave. And make sure you don't tell anyone what you heard today."

Morgan was born to take the world and was sure he would do anything to achieve what Jaxon had done to his life. He wasn't the boy who always wanted to play. He wanted to know how to lead the pack. He always ensured that he would bring some books so he wouldn't be bored once they weren't with each other. Aside from that, whenever he was with him, Morgan kept telling him some things he needed to learn, especially from handling the pack.

“We’ll cross that bridge once we’ve made our way out of here, okay? I’ll get you to someplace safe until this mess can be sorted out.” Morgan bit one bee-stung lip, eyes anxious and wary. She wanted to agree but didn’t trust him completely. Jack could see that on her face. Still, she hesitated, meeting his gaze squarely, as if taking his measure. Jack wondered how much, if any, Morgan knew about the past. Had Brandon ever mentioned him? “This son of a bitch has been tenacious until now, I’m sure, but he’s never dealt with me. I’m not going to let him come within a hundred yards of you, Morgan.”