Jayden Bartels Glasses Novels & Stories

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.”

JAMES. The soft music that played in the background did nothing to lighten the weight in my chest, frowning at the other failed mission of the day, I tipped my glass back and drowned my drink in one go. “I know you didn’t call me to watch you play ‘get drunk in five seconds, did you?’ Cayden cast an unimpressed look at my empty glass before dragging his eyes up to me. “It may not be an act,” I said as I signaled to the bartender to refill my glass. She made to tip off Cayden’s glass but he placed a hand over it, with a nod, she went off to attend to other customers.

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

Celeste’s POV The shot burned my throat in the best way possible. Or maybe the worst. I slammed the empty glass on the counter with more force than necessary. The bartender eyed me warily as he wiped the sweat from his temple. “Another?” he asked, already reaching for the bottle. I nodded. “Let’s kill the bottle, Jett-with-two-Ts. Or is it one?” He laughed nervously. “It’s one T, actually.” “Of course it is,” I muttered. “You look like a one-T kind of guy.”

Jane sighed for what seemed like umpteenth time that day. Her schedule was so messed up that she had no idea how to balance everything. Taking a deep breath, the bartender pulled her bag and sunglasses (the camera flashes are harsh on her sensitive eyes) before walking out of the apartment. She'll think on the way.

His 6 ft 4 height was towering over her 5 ft 7 frame, making it compulsory for her to look up at him. He had short golden hair which was slicked back and bright green eyes which he covered with large rimmed glasses. His lips were round and full, fitting his well-chiseled face perfectly. Even without making an effort, he was already handsome. And, if Jade was a little bit like other girls, she'd have fallen for him. "What's your problem, Bucket?" She sassed coldly, glaring at him. "Your actions have really gone out of line, Jade. Come back with me and I promise to make sure you don't get expelled." Shawn uttered calmly and retracted his hand from Jade's.

Carl absentmindedly spun the beads on his wrist, his deep eyes filled with contemplation. Amelia had yet to notice him. She was carrying a basket in one hand while checking a customer’s pulse with the other. Suddenly, her hand felt empty. Turning around, she was met with his refined and scholarly face. This time, he wasn’t wearing glasses, making him look less cold and intimidating. It was clear—Young Mr. Jenkins was trying his best to minimize his presence. He usually wore impeccably tailored suits, but today, he had on a trench coat. Even so, the moment he appeared, he was immediately surrounded.