Jin Hobin Lookism Novels & Stories

He was staring at me with an intensity that bordered on accusation, like he already had all the answers and was just waiting for me to confirm them. I took a breath, trying to steady myself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, my voice a little too sharp for my liking, but I couldn’t help it. It was all I could do to keep myself from falling apart. Jiro’s eyes narrowed, his gaze never leaving mine. There was no mistaking the way he was watching me. “The child,” he said, his voice edged with something darker. “Hibiki. He looks like me. He smells like me.”

His window rolls down, revealing him to the security who just hums and haws, and lets us in without as much as a check. “I told you,” he gives me his cocky grin. He’s dressed in a white hoodie with his name boldly printed at the back, it's paired with grey joggers, and white canvas to match. I try to meet up the ‘Big Star’s Girlfriend’ expectation. My dress is a white slim-fit lace, with thin satin underneath. The deep V-neck cuts down my chest, serving flawless boobs at the classiest rate, and my high side slit almost stops at my hip. My peach diamond purse is paired with my designer heels.