Jayden Bartels Glasses Novels & Stories

I feel taller, grounded, and dangerous in a quiet way. I tilted my head a bit, causing some of my blonde hair to fall off my shoulders. Jade hummed softly. “Something is missing.” She got out of her bed and came up to me. She reached into one of her accessory bags and pulled out two things. A golden hairpin, and slim, cat-eye sunglasses with dark frames and lightly tinted lenses. “Let’s put your hair into a ponytail.” I bent my head a little so she could do what she needed to do, then stood straight once she was done. She handed me those glasses and a small necklace.

I said, heading for the shower. “If he wanted to disappear for days—" The sound of clattering keys cut my thoughts short. “Seriously….?” I frowned. The lock clicked open on the third attempt, and lo and behold, Jayden stumbled inside. He looked annoyingly good. His black Henley shirt hugged him, the sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, and his dark hair sat exactly as it had that morning. The only thing out of place was the lazy gaza in his colored eyes, and the expensive looking alcohol on his hand that followed him into the room that made me realize he was actually drunk.

There was no way someone as good looking could be alone. Jayden smiled, "I'm not with anyone and your company would be nice." Madison smiled, adjusting on her seat. "What do you want to drink?" Jayden asked her. Madison looked at his glass, "Whatever you're having." He smiled and said to the bar man, "one glass for her please," "Thank you," she said as she took a sip from her glass. Jayden smiled when he saw her chin turn a shade of red. Even the way she squinted her face was so pretty.

XENIA'S POV "Here," Jayden hands me a water bottle the moment I step down the treadmill. "Thank you," I wink playfully at him before taking a large gulp of water down my throat. "Ahhh, that was refreshing." I grin as I wipe beads of sweat off my face. I could see our reflection in one of the vast studio mirrors. "Still as consistent as ever I see," he chuckles, leaning against a wall.

My jaw tightened as I watched him stalk towards me, his grey eyes evident through the rim of his glasses. "I don't think this is Jacob." Elias stood beside me, his fingers tapping the tablet and making a video play. It was the same as the last video they'd sent. It was dark, and there was a chair, with someone in it. I watched closely as streaks of light appeared and pointed towards the person on the chair, illuminating the figure. It was a...female. Her hair was dark and matted against her skin, dried up blood evident on the side of her head and face. She lifted her chin, tossing some stray stands away. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized the figure to be the bartender. The one Ju

Jayden stood by the bed, his hair even messier than before, his bare chest still marked with faint scratches from the night before. Thankfully he had worn shorts before going to bed, or that would have distracted her. He stretched, his muscles rippling as he did, before flashing her an amused smile. How didn’t she hear him coming out of the bed? “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he teased, stepping closer. Zendaya gulped as she tried to compose herself, but her heart was pounding. “It’s nothing,” she said quickly, shaking her head. Jayden’s brows furrowed, his playful expression giving way to concern. “Nothing? You’re holding your phone like it’s about to explode. What’s going on?”