Jason June Novels & Stories

Jason Jason stood in the communal shower, water cascading over his tan, muscular frame. His body was a vision of strength and athleticism, tall and broad-shouldered, with every muscle clearly defined from hours in the gym. His short, dark hair clung to his head, droplets trailing down his neck and across his toned chest, highlighting the veins along his arms. The light glistened off his smooth, wet skin, making his already imposing physique even more striking.

Months passed by and the horrible and terrifying messages that Maya always received from the unknown sender stopped coming. Jason, on the other hand, kept spoiling her silly as he showed her love in ways she couldn't comprehend, he literally cooks for her, served her breakfast on bed, and takes her on romantic dates all the time, he picks Jayden up from school and literally spends quality time with him, Jayden had grown fond of his father that he does virtually everything with him.

“I’m almost home.” The call ends and silence fills the car. I clear my throat, tip my head to meet his gaze. A lot of questions swim in his eyes, he sizes me up and the other part of me searches for an escape. Jason offers me a small smile. “Do you really have a son?” “Yes, I do. Mace.” Jason undoes his seatbelt. I count under my breath and say, “He will be six months old in a few weeks.” “What about his dad?”