Jayy Von Monroe Now Novels & Stories

He said in vulnerable tone. After Joshua’s momentum, he called Mona zamora. “Hey Mon-mon, how are you?” Joshua greeted her vibrantly “I’m good, how about you? How’s your graduation yesterday? You didn’t even call me huh" Mona said in exhilaration tone. She was finally relieved when Joshua remember her, a while ago she was anxious and languid when no one call from Joshua. “I’m sorry Mon-mon, I’m a bit of busy yesterday so that I’m calling you now because I want you to be the guest celebrity for my mall opening” said Joshua to her.

“Who was it?” “Montero Villar.” I frowned as I poured coffee into two mugs. It was absurd, but my first reaction was a flash of jealousy. Zeny had a sultry voice and looked to die for. I didn’t like the thought of Montero being anywhere near her when she was in sex-kitten singer mode. “Where was that?” “It doesn’t matter,” she said hastily, taking a mug from me. She sat down on the loveseat and I joined her. "But his buddies were there, too. Rocky Ace De Luna and Craig Gomez."

“Taylor Monroe—she’s the one we need for our campaign.” Isabelle blinked. “Wait… Taylor Monroe? Isn't she the celebrity that doesn't even attend her own movie premieres? She only attends awards ceremonies, why would she agree to come to the opening event of Valmont Luxe? If she would even join, she would only join online so I guess Miss Simeone's team might have their sights on her.” “Yes,” Laura cut in. “Allison’s might team has their sights on her. But we’re going to get to her first.”

He was nothing if not predictably stubborn when it came to Ellie. But he didn’t have to choose me willingly. He just had to be marked. I could deal with the aftermath later. But I was certain, anyway, that once I had that one night with him, once I got those marks in both of us, he’d forget all about her anyway. Men were easy like that. The second piece of news had come through Stephanie’s network yesterday: Monroe was making a formal tour of the allied packs before the election, with Goldenveil being the last stop on the schedule.

I put on dark jeans and a black collared shirt to which I roll up the sleeves and when I see the tight little black dress Monroe has on, I almost shit a brick. “Holy hell. You’re way too hot for your own good you know.” She sways over to me and says, “For my good or yours? Remember baby, they can look, but you’re the only one who can touch,” she replies, running a finger down my chest. I rest my hands on her ass and she leans in so that her lips are hovering over mine and whispers, “Your Mom and Ben are waiting,” before pulling away and walking to the door. I swear she’s going to be the death of me.

"And for that, I could never thank you enough" "I'm just glad you're alright, Jonathan" Monroe adds. "You've grown up to be a wonderful man" "Guess what, Monroe?" Daisy chirps in. "Jonathan is about to get married" Monroe's eyes widened. "Really? When?" "A date hasn't been fixed yet" "Do let us know when so that I can send gifts. Congratulations, son" "Thank you" Turning to face Daisy, I asked. "Can I have a moment alone with Monroe?"

Huntington's had made a fortune with Desir and with numerous collaborations with other big companies, Desir had the foremost rank in the business world. Monroe stopped right outside the bustling crowd with sweaty hands. How was she supposed to apply with such a jam? It was so crowded that Monroe couldn't see the banner of the company. Getting a pamphlet was like reaching for the moon. Standing there for more than forty minutes, Monroe felt helpless at the situation. At this rate she will not get her hand on anything today. But maybe god took mercy on her and a familiar person's voice reached her ears. "Miss Monroe?" The nasally voice asked Monroe from behind. Monroe turned to face Mr. Freyer

Mason fumes. I answer quickly. "Jessica. Jessica Monroe. Everyone called her Jessie." He smiles, flashing all his brown teeth. "I'll be damned. Boys, look here. My kids have come to town! Who would've fucking guessed?" My mouth falls open. What? This is John Monroe?

"She is all yours for the next hour." If this was a bribe, it was a damn fine one. I had asked very few questions so far, but while I tested the strength of the 911, I felt compelled to bluntly ask Monroe his age. "I am thirty-two, not that much older than you, though my life took a different direction early on. Do you like to kill, Zach?" he asked me like it was an offhand question. I was slowly learning that Monroe had a methodical reason for everything he asks and does.

I whispered against her shoulder. "And miss the wedding of the year?" Monet retorted, pulling back with a shaky laugh. "Never! I’m here for the drama and the free champagne." Jenna’s head turned instinctively, her eyes darting between us. "Wait, were y’all fighting or something? Did I miss a chapter?" Monet shook her head quickly, waving a hand in the air. "I was being stupid is all. Forget it. Today is about Kayla." Cherry laughed, pushing me back toward the vanity. "Can we get Kayla back in the seat before Leo starts crying for real? He’s about to have a breakdown."