Jake Park Mga Nobela at Kwento

~Jake~ My name's Jake Reynolds. I'm forty-two years old, an architect. I design spaces people inhabit. Sarah and I have been married for two years. She's thirty-seven, intelligent as hell, vice president at a firm that eats companies for breakfast. Her job sends her away constantly… conferences, site visits, deals that can't wait. This time, it's a week in Chicago. She leaves tomorrow morning. "Jake, have you seen my passport holder?" Sarah calls from the stairs.

Sophie and I agreed games would be a good double date idea, and Luna Crest Park, according to research, was the best place for that. I glanced at Jax, catching the slight smirk on his lips. "What?" "Nothing," he shrugged. Never trust gorgeous men who smirk and say nothing.

I deleted the message and blocked the number. "You're up early." I turned. Jake was standing in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and nothing else. His right leg was heavily bandaged, and he was using a walker—a standard, aluminum frame. It was a crushing blow to his vanity. He looked like he hadn't slept a minute. "We have a 7:00 AM session," I said, my voice professional and flat. "The gala was a setback. Your inflammation is through the roof."

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

He noted her pleasure and felt better for her. “Really?” Jeremiah said as if he was considering something. “You like the way she looks. Interesting.” “I’m not blind,” Jake answered. “I have excellent taste. I wouldn’t marry someone who wasn’t the finest looking woman in Virginia. No offense to your wife.” Deciding it was time to take the focus off of Sue, he turned to Trevor. “I saw The Path to Christmas. I’ve seen many plays and must admit that yours was one of the more entertaining ones I’ve been to.”

I even had to hide it from her, as she tried getting on it with her crutches the first day she left the hospital. As the pub is nearly empty Jimmy tells me to take the night off and take care of my friends. He's a great boss, when it comes down to Brian too good sometimes. Reaching Jake's place, I hear loud music from afar. All sad songs from Nickelback, Limp bizkit, 3 doors down and even John Legend he is listening to at the moment. Jake hasn't seen a party ever since Halloween and is drowning in his sorrow day by day. "Hey, brought you some food from Jimmy's today", I give it a try.

“What is it that you want?” Warren shifted on his feet. “I want you to kill Devon Longshire.” Jake huffed out a laugh. “They have a word for this. Entrapment. I’m not a hitman.” “I know exactly who and what you are, Jake.” “I’m an ex-con riding with an MC,” Jake said. “My room’s not wired, I’m officially on leave. You can check,” Warren said. “I know. You’re also divorced from Marcie and you have a three-year-old daughter named Emi-Lee.”

I entered the dining area and greeted my mother with a hollow "Good morning." Then I saw him. Jake was seated at the table, looking impossibly composed in a crisp navy suit. He was talking to Drake about biking, his voice steady and professional as he discussed agencies and Drake's upcoming debut. He didn't even look up when I sat down. It was like I was just another piece of furniture. "The French agency sent over the preliminary contract," Jake said. Drake didn't even look up from his phone, his jaw tight. "I told you, I’m not signing anything until I see the bike specs for the debut."

Not a man. By the time I return inside, his eyes follow me, I look away but I feel them, I can also feel him teasing me, too bad, he chose the wrong person to tease, nothing has ever come between myself and a job. “The ID is real, a high school graduate, works as a free lance art curator, no priors, maybe wrong place, wrong time?” Jake asks watching me. Jake is the quiet, smart kid of this team, he for some reason looks up to me and while this might appeal to others, it makes my stomach clench.