Novel & Cerita Jazlyn Mychelle And Nba Youngboy

RIDING THE BAD BOY ZIVEN MADDOX (ML) - 32 YRS ZAYLA HOLLIS (FL) - 21 YRS ZAYLA The silence that followed after Zane's exit was thick and daring. I could feel Ziven's gaze on me, but I didn't dare return it. Unable to sit still anymore, I sat up, about to go to my room, kitchen, anywhere but here.

"Okay, fine. I will see him today. I was going over to his place in the first instance anyway." An hour later, I was at Jaxson’s penthouse. The floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the city we collectively owned, a sprawling map of lights and ambition. Jaxson was packing, tossing his team jerseys into a leather duffel. Jaxson Montgomery: the NBA’s golden boy, the man whose jersey was tucked into the waistbands of half the teenagers in America.

They were happily talking to each other, and it seemed like I didn't exist anymore. So I cut them off, "You two know each other?" I interrupt Jazmine. "Oh, yeah! I forgot. She is Mimo, my newest recruit, my best friend, and my boyfriend's mistress." So Jazmine says that to him, and I am like. I am going to kill this bitch! I hit her shoulder, "Who's your boyfriend's mistress?! Huh?!" I slightly raised my voice and glimpse at this guy. He is giggling.

It’s probably Jason coming back from the packhouse. “Hello, you two,” Jailynn says. “Hey, I figured it was Jason coming back,” I tell her. “Nope, he and Aston are currently hiding from Mykenzie and Kylani. Those two finished the cupcakes and are now on their shit list. Your brother might wake up with different colored hair tomorrow.” She says. I just laugh. Serves those two right. I would expect Jason to have learned his lesson after the taco incident, but apparently not. Jailynn takes a seat and looks at the screen. She asks what we are looking at, and I explain.