Novel & Cerita Jake Melnick's Corner Tap Photos

The party at Delta house is jumping! Tamara texted back: *Shooting the moon for Porter's class. Will be there.* Three dots popped up instantly. *Nerd. Jake's been asking about you ;)* Tamara rolled her eyes but smiled. Jake, from bio class, had been all over her for weeks. A nice guy from Albany, plays lacrosse, always opens doors. Total catch for a nineteen-year-old. So why did she have these dreams about these golden eyes looked nothing like his? She shook it off and lifted the camera. Five moon shots were due Monday, and she had zero. It was Friday night, and while everyone was partying, she was alone with her camera in the empty campus quad.

He just sipped his whiskey and my heart pounded for what was to happen. "It's time for the red carpet" someone announced distracting us and just to avoid these two. On getting to the red carpet, the flashbulbs exploded and reported were shouting names. Jake walked between us. On his right was Maya clinging to his arm, laughing at something he whispered. On his left was me, his wife. One foot behind, like an afterthought. “Mr. Henderson! Who’s the woman?” A reporter if I'm not mistaken asked. Jake turned, all teeth and charm. “This is my wife, Jolene. And this is my... associate, Maya Carter. She’s consulting on Apex’s new wellness line.”

The half ended just after the ball went through the uprights, and the Eagles ran into the locker room leading three to zip. "Do you want anything from the concession?" Jake stood up, stretching. I watched him, trying to look at him through eyes that didn't only see Leo. Yeah, Jake was cute, in a geeky, hipster sort of way. His reddish-brown hair was a little longer than I liked on a guy, but his eyes were bright blue and wide. Now they gazed down at me as his question lingered in the air.

The man asked me and I don't know if he was annoyed with me because I mistook him for a bartender or maybe he was just acting annoyed to make me feel nervous. "You look like my next mistake, Jake." I jokingly replied to him causing him to frown at me. Jake Andrich is also known as Jakipz, the online celebrity who's famous for his thirst trap photos, his pictures are all jack-off worthy. But Jake became more famous because of his OnlyFans account where he posts nude videos and photos. Jake Andrich was like a sex god, his body was so beautiful even if it was full of tattoos, but I think it suited him well. He is the perfect definition of the words, 'gentleman but somewhat rude' because his han

Jake's office was exactly what I expected—neat, organized, and painfully impersonal. The large wooden desk was stacked with reports and maps, the shelves lined with books and ledgers. The only thing that seemed remotely personal was a framed picture on the far wall. Even from here, I could tell it was of Prisca. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to look away. Jake was already at his desk, flipping through a folder. "Close the door behind you."

The screen lit up with another message from the unknown number. I reached for it slowly. Nico didn’t stop me this time. New text: Tick tock, Kane. He’s bleeding pretty. You’ve got 90 minutes. Come alone or I start carving pieces off. A photo attached. I opened it. Jake. Bound to a metal chair in some concrete room, head lolling to the side, blood streaking from a split eyebrow down his cheek. His shirt was torn open. A fresh knife wound—shallow but deliberate—curved across his collarbone. His eyes were open, glassy, staring straight at the camera.

She noticed the heat rushing to my cheeks and kept her voice so low it barely carried across the space. I offered a faint, barely perceptible nod. I thanked Mellisandrei for helping me eat my food when I was finished. She soon left the room together with the tray, leaving me with only Jacob in this cold silent cabin of him. “May I ask a question, your grace?” The silence around me is killing me. So I would rather take risk of asking questions to Jacob than just watching invisible, imaginary things inside of his cabin. He had his gaze upon me, then raised his eyebrow. He was still working on the letters on his table.

The best part about a star baseball player being my best friend is that interruptions like this happen all the time. Jake loves speaking with his fans, especially the kids just getting into baseball. Which means I have time to figure out how to steer the conversation away from Cora. The boy walks away, and Jake turns back to me. He reaches for the glass of orange juice in front of him. His gaze is locked on me as he takes a long drink. I shift in my seat, unsure why he is staring at me like that. Did Cora tell him what happened? Does he know that I’m keeping secrets about the retreat from him?

“I like things simple.” It wasn’t cold, but I shivered anyway. Jake walked past me, barefoot in jeans and a dark gray t-shirt, sleeves hugging his arms. He looked softer tonight. Not just in clothes or tone, but in presence. The confident, cocky man who had pinned me to my couch and growled filthy things in my ear wax gone now. “You want a drink?” he asked. “Water’s fine,” I said, still glancing around. A bowl on the counter had exactly three apples in it. A sleek espresso machine gleamed from disuse.

Jun asked in surprise as he looked at Jacob’s cell phone handed to him. “Stay here. Turn on the camera when you see Jackson. Record everything until they walk out. I’ll get it after the party,” Jacob said. “Sir Jacob, do I really need to videotape Sir Jack? What if he sees me? I’m sure it will be troublesome. I’m sure he’ll beat me up if it happens!” Jun looked worried. “Are you gay?” Jacob asked, laughing. “W-what?” Jun responded in shock. “Are you gay? Why are you so afraid of Jackson? If you don’t want him to see you videoing, then hide while recording! Sometimes, you have to use your brain, Jun. It’s not just a display,” Jacob said.