Jimmy Johnson Novels & Stories

But was even more surprised when he heard about what had happened to me. "God! Adriana are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" "It's Dr. Michaels he is the top surgeon in the state hospital, so I'm good Drew. He had given me the best pain meds." I grinned at him, he knew about my pain tolerance.

My light brown eyes don’t look the same and the bruise near my lower lip is making me look like a small girl being punched by a giant’s fist. My huge baggy gray shirt is hanged down my left shoulder exposing my visible collar bone. The rain is making me feel a lot sadder, lamenting over myself for having such a misfortune. And that’s to be born to this family with such an abusive father who can’t love me.

"I won't die, that's for sure." Jameson swallowed. He had never felt like this about anyone, only Alyssa. He only wanted to keep her safe and love her until death parted them. "It's okay. I'm here. I'll drive you." Jameson helped her walk with an arm around her waist, nudging their way out of the crowd. A nosy reporter shoved a mic in his face, smelling an opportunity for celebrity gossip. "May we know who you are exactly, sir?" Jameson quipped uninterestedly, "Jameson Schmidt, son of Victor Schmidt from the Schmidt Group."

The environment of the room was really tense and it made James feel really intimidated. James Jones, a famous businessman of New York, owner of one of the biggest construction buildings around the country. He had recently signed a contract with 'The Domancos' to build their new hotel and for some reason, he failed to complete the construction of the hotel by the deadline which has never happened before. But this time it happened and he doesn't know but a lot is going on behind this failure.

Johnny pleaded again but Kissa didn't budge and give in to his pleading. "You're not fooling me anymore, babe. You can finger my pussy while I masturbate your dick instead, how's that sound?" Kissa suggested and Johnny acted as if he was thinking carefully about his wife's suggestion. I heard him take a deep sigh before touching Kissa's leg and gently caressing it. Johnny is only using his left hand in driving the pick-up truck.

This time, he had something suspicious on Mr Jimmy Johnson; Jeff's father. "Did you know Jeff was adopted?" Patrick asked Cole. "No... I guess we did not really talk at length," Cole responded. "Don't you think such information is crucial especially with marriage in mind? I am sure Jane isn't aware too," Patrick said and provided information about Jeff's adoption. "Apart from Jeff's adoption, Jimmy Johnson is also not clean. He has past criminal records. He was arrested twice for fraud. He was remanded for a year. His crime on the second arrest was grander but he evaded serving terms as he pulled some strings.

“Well good. I would’ve taken over if you were going to be nasty to him, and not in the good way!” I head downstairs rolling my eyes to Mia, when I look up and see that devilishly handsome man. His muscles popping through his black t shirt and as he looks well put together, I can tell he had just shaven and went to the barber shop before stopping here—still smelling of shaving cream. He must’ve known I’d be here looking over at grandma gleaming with happiness until she spots me eyeing her, she ran into the kitchen before I could call her out on her silly betrayal.

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

she smiled. “Logan?” John’s voice called out moments before he opened my office door. He was dressed for the funeral. His dark brown hair was neatly combed without a hair out of place, and his face was freshly shaven dressed in his black double-breasted Armani three-piece suit with a black dress shirt and tie. The only color in his outfit was the blood-red handkerchief in the breast pocket.

I asked with a bit of humor to try and make him smile since it looked like he could use a smile for himself. He smiled and nodded his head. "I suppose it would help you out here. I don't need anyone too serious dear. Just need someone who's willing to do work but you will never be alone with a patient for your own safety and protection." "I understand, One of your guards named Martin said he would be willing to protect me." "Ah yes him, he is our best guard." Mr. Baxter spoke with a bit of a smirk.