Jayden Bartels Glasses Mga Nobela at Kwento

He looks really tall, much taller than Danny, maybe about 6 feet and 1 inch. Besides Hazi, there was that kid with the glasses whose name is Simon Bautista. His hair is covering his forehead now, and he has these round eyes underneath the vintage and round glasses. It is symmetrical with his square, rectangular face. He smirked a little at Justin that made him look away.

As for my room, I laid the bed with a white sheet, lit scented candles, sprayed roses around the room, and put the lights out, leaving only the candles on. Jayden’s eyes find mine immediately as he steps into the house. He looks tired but still impossibly handsome. He's wearing a black jean, a grey sweatshirt, and black boots. His hair is left to fall on his shoulders, making him look more appealing. I'm drooling right now. He gives me a questioning gaze, and I quickly Look away before I lose myself in his warm hazel eyes. I needed to stay angry to win the game. I can't let my prey take control.

I held my empty cup up for Lilly to see making my way back to the bar. I ordered another. The other bartender was busy, so the next one came to help me. This bartender sent my Gaydar into overdrive. He wore loop earrings in one ear, dark eyeliner, no facial hair. His eyes glowed green, They were beautiful but most certainly inhumanly green contacts.

Jayden stated as I took a seat next to him. "Like he ever comes early."I rolled my eyes. "You are looking gorgeous with your fake hair."Jayden complimented. "Thank you but it's not fake,I just straightened it."I grinned and Riley scoffed. "Oh,you are here!"I sarcastically said. "Yeah,where else am I supposed to be?,blind Bartimus." "I don't know,some other department or six feet below."I gave a fake smile. "Guys,it's too early for this."Jayden interrupted.

I stuttered, not meeting her gaze and she nodded in response. "Yeah, of course. God! I just want to punch his ridiculously perfect face the next time I see him." "Hi ladies, I hope you are not talking about me." We both went still at the sound of that deep rich masculine voice. I looked in front of us to find Jayden Brooks seated behind the bar counter in his smart casuals, looking sexy as hell. Fuck! He could wear a trash bag and still look smoking hot in it. I started to panic and tried to keep myself busy by arranging the glasses and drinks so that he wouldn't notice me.

“Ashley.” Standing across the threshold was Jayden, wearing ripped blue jeans, leather sneakers, and a tight-fitting T-shirt with black sleeves. He held a black hat in his left hand as he tugged a white mask under his chin. His large, sharp caramel brown eyes stared at me through a pair of round glasses, an accessory I had never seen on his face before. And it seemed obvious because he quickly frowned. “I’m ugly, am I?” he asked, pulling off the glasses. “No,” I replied stammeringly, holding back the urge to scold myself. “You’re not ugly. I’m just not used to seeing you wear glasses. You have never worn them in front of me before… you know, a few weeks ago, when you first told me.”

"If its the glasses you need, then they are on the left lower cabinet. I nod and move to the said cabinet, then take out a glass. I fill it with water and then start heading towards the door with two of the cameras in my palm. "Who really are you, Jada Costa?" I turn to look at him and find he's already doing the same. Jayden Ken Williams Ash blonde hair and pale blue eyes Twenty-seven years old. That's what the file said. I let my eyes roam his body. His file said he's 6'2. He has a perfect height for his sport. I also remember reading that he's seen with different women all the time. The moon light make his eyes seem a bit darker.

It was no longer as hoarse as a drake's, but sounded clear and pleasant. That was why she could not recognize his voice in the very beginning. Sydney put her phone back to her ear and said, "Don't call me like that! Who's your sister-in-law?" At the other end of the line, Jayden was having a rest in the changing room after the semi-final. Wearing a loose basketball suit, he was sitting quite relaxed on a long bench. With a towel around his neck, he was wiping away the sweat on his face, his phone in his other hand. His face, which had been young and handsome, was no longer young, but was much more determined now. Of course, the chubby face was almost gone. It already had some sharp edges of