Jennifer Lopez Novels & Stories

Kate POV Drake texts me he is ready and in the main lobby waiting for me. For some reason Lily has me pondering, is this a date? No, it can’t be a date. It’s just two people going out for a couple drinks. Definitely not a date. Ugh so why am I struggling to decide what to wear?!? Moving to my closet, I decide on my skinny jeans, cream colored tank, and cream-colored leather jacket. I touch up my mascara and lip gloss and I am good to go.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

After our incredibly and scorching encounter on Friday, Louis had given me the bad news that he had to travel to LA that very night for work reasons, as the chef in charge of a series of dinners organized by his school for the benefit of the Red Cross, had been in an accident and Louis had to supply him. Imagine my surprise to learn that my husband not only had a culinary school here in New York, but also in Los Angeles, Chicago, and Florida. Apparently, there were branches all around the world, but Louis only lent his name and image to those. Since then, I had been in charge of the house... And it showed. Aiden kept asking about Louis, Sansa kept her eyes on the elevator, and Milena... Well