Jessie Rosses Get Real Novels & Stories

"Maybe I was a little too worked up over it." "A little?" she teased. You clearly should be getting used to it Ryan shook his head, grinning. "Are you always this good at calling people out?" Jessie shrugged. "Only when they deserve it." He liked that about her. There was something refreshing about Jessie—something different. She wasn’t like the girls who usually hung around him, the ones who either tried too hard to impress him or acted like they barely cared while secretly hoping he’d chase them. She just seemed… real.

Jessie reasoned that this trip was sudden and she didn't have time to tell him because her assistant had already booked tickets for the flight that afternoon. Tsk, Ryker hated all those skits. Jessie acts as if she is a lovely wife who cares and loves her husband. Jessie only made him one of the trophies to show off to all those who adore her. The fans. Jessie Dellacour Rolland married a super-rich owner of an automotive company, Ryker Rolland. Yeah, that's all it's worth in Jessie's eyes. People would think of her as the luckiest woman in the world. The perfect woman is flawless because she has a brilliant career and a handsome super rich husband. But the truth is people are fooled by the c

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Don't make things hard for them. I glared at Jayson. I finally realized now that the guy standing before me was a very stupid and weak man after all. I slowly got up, retrieved the black card on the table, and walked up to him. He looked at me in surprise. Then, I raised my hand in the air and smacked the card hard against his cheek. I gave him another tight slap. "Jayson Simpson, you, your mother, and that woman standing there, are all perfectly made for each other.

Jessica stood staring at it. Exhausted. Emotional. Proud. The feeling startled her. Proud. It had been a long time since she'd allowed herself that. Her phone rang. Daisy. Jessica answered immediately. "Hi." "How's the masterpiece?" Jessica laughed. "Who told you it's a masterpiece?" "Sophie." "Of course she did." Daisy laughed softly. The sound still felt like a gift. Every time she heard it. "Send me a photo." "No." "Why?"

The words had already left his mouth. William narrowed his eyes. “A fake pendant?” I tugged lightly at his sleeve. “Freya showed everyone a necklace at the company before and claimed it was our family’s token. “I looked at it. The pendant was real, but it was yours.” William’s gaze turned cold in an instant. He turned slightly and spoke to the assistant behind him. “Sam. Come here.”

Who was feeding them to her? "Jessie, this might have started as a contract, but I want it to be real, to be as real as it could be." She laughed and threw her head back. “But I am not good enough for you now, am I?" “Where the hell are you getting that from?” "Isn't it the truth?” I pushed my chest into hers like we weren't close enough. I wanted to feel the heat of her against me. I lowered my head so we could be eye to eye and whispered gently.

“Dammit, Jessie! You’re obsessed. Worse, you’re treating this whole thing like some sort of game. Life isn’t Warcraft or Mario Kart! You don’t get any do-overs. Dead is dead.” “You think I don’t know that?” she flared, her own eyes snapping. “I’m the one who was in the hospital for a week because some crazed psycho decided I needed to die. And those bullets didn’t bounce off – they hurt like hell! Believe me, I know what’s real.” “Do you?” he demanded, pushing his heated face mere millimeters from hers, and then something hot exploded beneath his skin. “Because here and now, this is the only thing that’s real!”

Jess ran and closed the distance between them, she grabbed onto maya and hugged her as tightly as she could. “Is this real?” Jess asked as she held her sister. “What do you think, Jessy?” Maya’s soft lovely voice was heard. “I think that I want this to be real.” Jess simply said as she pulled back enough to look her sister in the eyes. “Then it is.” Maya said with so much love in her eyes. Maya bend down and kissed Jess on the forehead. Jess let out a laugh of relief and joy. “I’m proud of Jessy, you made it. You never gave up on what you wanted to do.” Maya said as she petted Jess’s head. Jess pulled away from Maya again, holding both maya’s hand in hers.

Okay Jessie," they replied and left the room. Jessie came downstairs in a black, slim-fit dress which enhanced her rounded curves, creamy skin and grey orbs. She had her long black hair flowing around her shoulders and had decided against applying any makeup that evening. "You're so beautiful, my darling Jessica," Chase remarked when she got to the dining table, drawing out a seat for her beside him. "Thanks Chase, you're also looking good," Jessie said. "She's not the only pretty one. What about me? I thought you said I was the most beautiful?" Crystal teased with her hands folded across her chest. "Crystal dear, you of course are more beautiful," Chase said cheekily which caused a big smil