Jesse Lee Soffer Relationship Novels & Stories

Although the billy threat was no longer imminent and maybe no longer a reason for concern but the way he caught on to Nina’s every move with intrigue was engraved as an image in my mind and a good enough reason for me to not let her out of my sights tonight. “Who were those people?” she asked, and I was pleased that she wasn’t backing away from my touch, her body naturally leaning into it. “The man was a friend of your uncles, I don’t know about the others” I admitted, I didn’t know what connection Jesse had with those wolves, but I sure didn’t get the sense that the water under their bridges was anything less than polluted. “a friend? Are you sure?” she asked, the worry creases in her foreh

Thea said. “Interesting. And did he tell you what kind of relationship he had with your father? Although I wasn’t with them anymore, James and your father remained closer for a while. They even worked together on a project. Just like you and Lucian are doing right now. Although I hear it hadn’t ended well for them back then,” She said. “What are you talking about? Is there something you’re trying to tell me?” She asked and Sofia smiled as if she was enjoying her confusion.

I just stared in surprise at the little family drama unfolding. Jesse's father sipped his wine and continued, "I'm glad the course you are studying will be of great support to the company," he said, genuinely impressed. The rest of the evening continued with Jesse answering all the questions Dad and Aunt Serena threw at us. They ranged from different series of questions about how fast we were pacing our relationship. I knew I was just part of Jesse's plan for the night, a pawn in his game, and it made me feel oddly detached. Yet, I couldn't help but absorb every word, realizing I had been dragged into something much bigger than I had anticipated.

She leaned back against the café’s chair like we were discussing a weather report and not the most absurd thing I’d ever heard. I ran my hands through my hair, heart thudding. “So… what did you even do with him for all those years in the army?” Jesse tilted her head, thinking. “Like I said. We kissed. Hugged. Slept beside each other sometimes. But nothing more. Misha could never, he would never get hard. I mean, not once.” I looked at her like she’d told me Misha secretly moonlighted as a ballet dancer. “You’re joking.”

“If a man looks like he was sculpted by a bored god with a grudge, chances are high he’s at least a little unhinged.” It’s true. I sigh deeply into my milkshake. “But hey,” Jesse says, softer now, “At least it’s nice to know someone unhinged has your back.” Also true. Jackson has saved me more times than I can count … one way or another. I glance around the table — Noah stretched out and easy, Alejandro quiet in that watch-everything way, Jesse leaning back like he belongs exactly where he is — and something clicks. They’re close. Not gym-bro close. Not we-drink-together close.

Jess nodded as she went over to the bowl of hard-boiled eggs. “This might be weird, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Jess began softy. “What’s wrong?” Her mother asked. “I was talking to Emlin last night, and she brought something up that got me curious,” Jess said. She was hesitant before continuing. “Are we related to Benjamin Davis?” The spoon her mother was holding fell from her hands and landed on the granite countertops, making a clattering sound as it found its place on the counter. One look at her mother’s shocked expression and Jess already knew the answer.

The thought of his reaction made me smile more. I bent down and placed Apollo in the crook of his arm. When the bottle got close enough Apollo opened his mouth and Jenson relaxed. "This is easy." He said. "Alright I am going to go and check on a few things and then I will be back for dinner." Tye said, looking around at all of us. He gave me a soft kiss before he walked out of the door. "So how do you two really feel?" I asked now that we were all alone. "I feel complete. We always wondered if we had any family, I didn't think it would be you though." Jasper replied. "It's a shock factor but I am honestly excited. I feel like we have so much to catch up on." Jenson added. "You two seem very

"If you want to leave peacefully, we still need to deal with Daxtor. I'm afraid you might be in danger if he refuses to let me leave. So give me some more time." Josephine was momentarily stunned. "I see." Hearing Lewis addressing his father by his name, she couldn't help asking, "He's your father. Don't you have any feelings for him?" "Feelings?" Lewis chuckled. He looked deeply into Josephine's eyes. "Besides that pitiful blood tie between us, what other feelings can I have for him?" "No matter what, you're still related." "So what? Relationships between people are not just based on blood ties." Lewis sighed. He released Josephine's hand and turned to look elsewhere.

“Sometimes the son turns out to be a bigger monster than the father. You got out, Kelley, you ran and it saved you. Your father never introduced you to that lifestyle because he could see that you weren’t like him. I helped you because you were a kid in need.” “What happened to the girl you saved?” “I took her home, nursed her back to health, she was skittish that one.” Jesse smiled as he relived his past again. “She learned to trust me and over time she opened up and confided in me. Two years later we got married and I loved her with everything in me.” “I’m sorry … you don’t have to talk about it.” Kelley could see the raw emotion in Jesse’s eyes and he knew that this story didn’t have a ha

not important right now." But it was important. I could see it in the way he avoided my gaze, in the tension that returned to his shoulders at her name. There was history there, something significant that might help me understand the full picture. "It is important," I insisted. "If I'm going to fight Jonathan, and it seems I have no choice. Then, I need to know everything. No more secrets, Jay. Not between us." Jay turned away, his back rigid with tension. For a long moment, I thought he might refuse to answer, might simply walk away and leave me with my questions. When he finally spoke, his voice was so quiet I had to strain to hear it. "Jessica and I..." he began, then stopped, as if the