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Fucking clutz. “Ahh”, Jack exclaims, jumping back. Jaden rushes into a nearby classroom, and grabs a roll of paper towels. He dabs Jack’s thighs and crotch with the tissue. This looks suspect as hell. Jack’s just telling him it’s fine, and the Jaden guy is dabbing away. Is he enjoying this? My first instinct, as I have extensive experience in getting dirt on people, is to take a picture of the act. I served as head camera girl to Brittany Murphy during freshman year—I'm a pro.

He had his own personal booth in Tipsy Tonight. Whenever he went there on the weekdays, it would be very lively inside. However, things were slightly different today. Jake did not call his friends, and Jasmine did not send in any of her girls. There were only three people in the booth: Edward, Wade, and Jake.

It was an apple product laptop "Nice" I said "Yeah thanks...ok so as I was saying" He said opening his laptop and input his password that looked neverending "I've been doing some digging on Ember...which is of course the restaurant which you're working while digging I found out that the name of the owner is Jake Stewart a former prisoner caught for drug trafficking" "Oh wow" I said and gasped

I stood up from the circle, asking Mel and Candice if they needed a refill as well, but they shook their heads, still indulging in the pranks we did on April fool’s day last year. While waiting for my turn on the keg, I felt eyes watching me from a distance. It’s close enough that I can feel the little hairs on my skin stand at attention, but not close enough to feel who it is. Tilting my head to the side, my eyes locked with those tawny eyes that I’ve been looking for since we arrived here. Jake.

Sylvana’s trademark Tupperware in the huge double steel doors and shelves; all labeled with heating instructions, she has thought of everything. Jake strolls in, looking seductive in sweats and a T-shirt and I’m still in an over fluffy bathrobe from swimming around that huge tub with him. He immediately heads to the coffee machine that looks like the one from his apartment; but this one is chrome instead of black. This added touch to the kitchen must be one of his choices; the coffee maker clearly having a small place in his heart. “Mamma says she has a bunch of info sheets for you from her counselor friend and some insight on how to become one.” He smiles over at me while preparing the mach

She flipped through a few channels before stopping on the Food Network and I nodded my approval. "I love this channel. I just love food in general really." I admit, chuckling. Ivory gasps and holds her palm up for a high five. "We're like twins separated at birth." The door swings open, revealing a shirtless Jake. He's panting, his chest rising heavily up and down. Beads of sweat cover his forehead and my eyes immediately zone in on his body. His skin tone is tanned, stomach rippling as he moves and my mouth almost drops open in shock.

Tanner adds cautiously, "I can call him back." "No, no, Today is ideal," I assure him. "I'll be available to meet with Jake Del Fierro... today... in person... today." Tanner bursts out laughing for a few seconds. "He's just a regular guy, so don't be too worried. Jake is a fantastic chef, but he's an even better person. It's been a delight for me to know him on a personal level, so I know what he likes, and I believe he'll like you and see your ability as much as I did," he says.

That’s what I needed. I grabbed my keys and decided to hit up Jake Melnick’s Corner Tap. There's nothing a good plate of wings and a cold beer couldn’t fix. On the drive over, I made a mental note to send breakfast to her and the kids in the morning. She’d like that. Little things mattered, and I wanted her to know I was paying attention. Jake Melnick’s Corner Tap

But right now, his mouth was moving too much. “She’s a goddess,” Jake said, his tone suddenly dropping into something serious. “But there’s something off about her. That’s why I’m here.” He stretched out his hand, offering a thin manila file. I took it, my pulse quickening. I opened the folder, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. It was an old photograph, grainy but clear enough to make my blood turn to ice. A woman stood in the center, smiling softly…Fiorello’s late wife. And on either side of her were two identical little girls.

Loss. ​The arena erupted into disappointed murmurs as the players trudged toward the locker rooms. Cole paused on the baseline, wiping the sweat from his blonde hair. He looked up at Jake one last time, tapping his chest twice and flashing a cruel, triumphant grin before disappearing down the tunnel. ​An hour later, the heavy oak door of Jake's off-campus apartment swung open with a violent shudder.