Jake Tapper Novel Novels & Stories

Jake replied causing the sweet smile on my lips to widen even more. "Good, why don't we start the game by taking off your bathrobe?" I said to Jake and he smirks at me and then takes off the bathrobe he's wearing right now. I could not help but swallow my saliva as he took off his bathrobe give me more access to his body that was full of tattoos. Jakipz is so fucking hot, he's like a descendant of some greek gods, I would do everything just to have him tonight. "Now tell me why I get this tattoo here," Jake said and pointed to his tattoo on his left chest, the tattoo was an old man with a long mustache. A smirk flashed across Jake's lips as if he is certain that whatever I have in mind is no

His eyes widened with recognition, then something that looked like either excitement or dread. "Emma Chen," he repeated slowly. "As in E.C. Hart? The Emma Chen who wrote *Midnight Surrender* and *Dangerous Devotion*?" She nodded, watching his expression shift through several emotions she couldn't identify. "Well," Jake said finally, a strange smile playing at his lips. "This is going to be interesting." Emma turned and fled the coffee shop, her heart hammering against her ribs. Through the window, she could see Jake still sitting at the table, staring after her with an expression she couldn't read.

The climate in the room rises as hours count down to a critical moment of our assignment. Moving around the ill-organized table covered in maps and papers, the team gathers, standing in the midst of the preparations. Jake is looking straight at me, and although it is only for a few seconds, I can discern a shyness that does not often show itself. “How do you even manage it, Zea?” Jake’s voice is soft, his face intense. This is the question that was raised by the character: ’’Can I have fife being a mother and a killer at once?’’

( End of Flashback) The grand opening of her shop was taking place this weekend and Jake was running out of his mind meanwhile he wasn't even in charge of anything concerning the organization of the party. His sole concern was to get the place up and running. Topaz had offered him a job there and he was waiting for the place to open before he turns in his resignation letter. He had already written it and kept it somewhere on his bed stand waiting for the appointed time. He had finally moved on from his heartbreak and was currently dating some girl who admired him from afar when he was still dating his ex-girlfriend. When the girl realized he had broken up with his girlfriend, she immediately

"No. We're in this mess because you wouldn't fucking listen. If we had stuck to the original plan, we wouldn't be tied up right now." "Shut up." I growl. "It was going good until Captain Idiot showed up." Gavin looked at me from behind Terry. "Luke, calm down. Give the kid a break." "No. I won't calm down. If people would just fucking listen......" I'm interrupted by a voice in the darkness of the barn. "Better listen to him, Luke." I squint in the dark to see who's talking. "Luke Jackson. As I live and breathe." He steps into the light. Bulky. Blonde hair, half tied back. Tank top with jeans, large boots and.....an eye patch? Can only be one person.......

What the h*ll men ! Japer(P.O.V) After arriving and bunking and attending some classes we finally managed to find tanya. She was dressed simply in a top and jeans with no makeup on not even a Kohl. Well, makeup is a personal choice some like it some do not. As Tyler was smirking towards her I told him about what had happened on Friday as he was absent and was quite curious to meet her. Zander was looking at her cautiously well he deserve it . Okay let's apologize guys I told them. Tanya was amused and so was Annie. We decided to join her and Annie. So let's introduce ourselves I said to her . My name is Jasper, the one with black hair is zander, the brown hair guy name is Tyler and this is T

Staff moved around prepping brunch, Lena stole pastries off trays, and I tried to look like a girl who was completely normal and unaffected and not hiding from anybody’s father. Then he walked in. Jace Steadman. Black sweater. Dark slacks. Rolled-up sleeves. A presence that filled the room like gravity. I panicked so hard I almost dropped my mug. He glanced at me — barely. Just enough to acknowledge I existed. Just enough to wreck my heartbeat. Then he returned to speaking with a chef about inventory. I turned to Lena, whispering, “See? I’m not avoiding him.” She deadpanned. “You’re whispering behind a pillar.”

He fed me stories about his life since college, how he had become a private investigator himself, how he had been watching Ryder for years, waiting for the right moment to pull me out of the nightmare. “He’s been planning this for a long time,” Jake said as he changed the dressing on my scrapes. “The hotel woman was just the latest move. He sets up situations to make you doubt yourself, to make you run back to him. It’s all control. Always has been.” The days blurred together in a haze of pain and revelation. Jake took care of everything. He fed me. He helped me move around the apartment on my crutches. He even read to me from my mother’s favorite books when the pain kept me awake at night.

"The higher they climb, the harder they'll fall." After hanging up, I registered a social media account under the username "JakeyJake" and immediately started a livestream. I turned the camera toward the sprawling 5,000-square-foot luxury apartment behind me, and the chat immediately went berserk. "Holy shit, is that actually Jacob?" "This rich show-off still has the nerve to go live?" "Jacob, get the hell off the internet!" I chuckled softly before casually playing an unedited audio recording. "Jacob, aren't you trying to pursue me? If you won't even buy me something this cheap, then how can you say you like me?"

Why haven’t I slept? I know why. Jake left with Daniel, wet with ruffled hair, in sweats and a T-shirt, a towel around his shoulders. He looked — primal. Devastated. I never really understood the bond between him and Daniel Hunter, but it exists. They’re like oil and vinegar, yet they really are best friends. I guess, in his past, he was more like Hunter than I want to admit but I’m glad Jake is nothing like him now. I doze, finally, warmed by the rising sun, listening to the noise of a boat returning across the soft lapping waves and it pushes me glance up. Startling me from the first stages of slumber as my heart rate elevates.