Jacob Sartorius You Can Wear My Sweatshirt Novels & Stories

I groaned. Why is he taking so long?! By this time, my shirt was completely drenched and I badly needed to cool off, even the beast within me was agitated. I undid the rest of the buttons, about to take the shirt off. “Sorry it took so… what are you doing?” I spun around to see Jacob, his eyes moving to my open shirt, my bra on full display. “It's so fuckin’ hot” I slurred, stumbling over to him, struggling to take the shirt off. His hands reached over, stopping me. I fought against him.

“Uncle Jake is dead,” I rasped. “And probably Uncle Billy and Uncle Horace, too.” My tears soaked into his sweater. It felt soft against my cheek. Cashmere? Why the fuck am I worried about what his sweater is made out of right now?! I berated myself. Still, there was something comforting about it, like a nice, warm security blanket. Or maybe it was the man in the sweater. He smelled like days spent lying out by the pool and nights drinking fine cognac. There was just something very solid and relaxed about him.

It didn't take me long, and I growled as I looked up into a tree at one of my best scouts. I shifted and looked up at Jacob again. “I need your shorts,” I hollered up to him. “My shorts? That's all I have on!” “I don't care! I need them,” “I'm not wearing underwear,” he said, as if that would change my mind. Not that I enjoy wearing shorts that his sweaty balls have been rubbing against, but I have no other choice. I can't go in there naked. I would if it were my packhouse, but it's not.

Not ever. Once I'd taken a proper shower and scrubbed away every sign of tiredness, I dried my hair and slipped on a comfy t-shirt and shorts. As I descended the stairs, the inevitable sight that I dreaded, greeted me in the morning: Jacob, sitting on the couch in his casual sweatpants and a black t-shirt that hugged his muscles like a second skin.

Getting unhappy because of me Because I was feeling sad, I decided to drop by at Goodwill's Ice-cream shop. It belonged to my dad's cousin, Goodwill. He always gives me free ice-cream. I love that place because children always come and make noises, and cry and laugh. I feel amused while looking at them. I wore red sweatpants with white strips down the length at the sides and wore it's sweater, the same color and design. Made by adidas. I managed to wear white sneakers, luckily my feet didn't hurt in them.

He sleeps with any girl, anytime like they're some kind of toys. Even the way he dresses everyday makes girls swoon. But just looking at him right now really did distract me. I forced myself from staring at him. His sweat pants hung low on his waist and those abs... "Why would you be shirtless at a time like this?! It's freezing!" "Cause I was jogging." He said in a 'duh' tone." I just stared at him with a straight face. "When people jog, they sweat and get all hot so that means they're not cold." His face got close to mine and I could smell his minty breath as he spoke. And what bothered me is that he spoke as if he was talking to a little kid.

“Please, Lucifer. Just wear it once. Promise, I won’t bug you anymore. Please??” He just ignored me and looked at other clothes again. I removed my hand on his arm. “Alright, I won’t push you to wear it anymore.” All of a sudden, a man with his girlfriend clinging on his arm suddenly walked inside the boutique. The girl also noticed the adorable sweatshirt and said something to her boyfriend. The man didn’t agree at first but wawlkede towards the fitting room asfter few seconds of getting convinced by his girlfriend. “How cute..” I mumbled while looking at them.

After wasting 10 minutes I saw my useless result… an unknown country map was now printed on my white tshirt in form of coffee stain and heavy crease…. I let out a small laugh on my funny T-Shirt and made my way out only to see Jacob leaning against side wall…. ‘What the fuck’ I thought to myself when he straighten his back and walked up to me “Hmmm…… that could be in trend but I don’t think it suit’s you well….” he said sarcastically pointing towards my T-Shirt… I turned my head down and said “May be you are right but like it…” I replied and turned to leave however I was quickly pulled away by Jacob… he took hold on my right hand and started dragging me towards elevator…

It wasn't a bad look, just different. I was no seamstress, but I did a good job fixing the tear on my uniform T-shirt. I washed it last night so it would be ready for today. It was a red wine color and with big white letters on the back saying "Shop with M". It was a small store in a small village so that was enough. The rest of my outfit was up to me and it was no problem for my boss if I wore sexy jean shorts and sneakers.

~dimitri he tried to put some leggings on me but i fight not wanting them and screaming nu nu nu. "Sophia not up for discussion stop your tantrum" he say and manage to put them on me. He drag me to breakfast pouting and wearing leggings. "Why the frown pretty girl" victor ask me and i just shrug. Rory comes in all wrapped up in his sweater and an extra hoodie that look too big on him and a beanie i couldn't help but laugh. "Vincent how is he supposed to breath?" maria ask with a laugh. "You do know he can get sick from a heat stroke" ~dante