Jojo Hit Or Miss Novels & Stories

"Nope. Got more important things to think about. Let's finish up today's report then start calling all the people who gave us their cards. Said they wanted to hire us." "Alrighty, then. I'm on board with that." But as she opened a document on her computer to fill in the final information from today, she remembered that when a hockey team won The Cup, each member had it for one day. One twenty-four hour period. When was his day? What, she wondered, would Matt do with his? Would he stay in New Orleans and celebrate with people there, or bring it back to show the hometown? And if he brought it to San Antonio, would he bring it over to show her? Did she even want him to?

We had only met each other twice before that. She had been my salvation since then. I got madly infatuated with her and pursued her for four years after that. Now, the same scene was happening all over again, but things were heading in a completely different direction this time. The reporters immediately shoved their microphones into my face as they yelled questions at me. "How could you even think of having a one-night-stand with an 80-year-old widow when you already have a girlfriend as beautiful as Ms. Winters?" "Did you just have a change in taste? Or are you really a sick psychopath after all, Corey Dalton?"

How does someone say that with a straight face? Harvey flashed me a quiet V sign. Smiling like he'd already won. They wanted the money? I let out a sharp laugh. "You want me to pay this side piece for emotional distress? Fine. I'll pay him." I shoved past her and swung. My hand cracked across Harvey's face. He hit the floor, clutching his cheek, staring up at me. The whole room went dead still. I raised my hand and scanned the room, then let my gaze land on Loree's shocked face.

I was going to become a gem all on my own. Just then, Queenie suddenly yanked the strap of my shoulder bag. The medical journal Mom left me fell straight to the ground, pages flying everywhere. Rage surged through me. I didn't know where the strength came from, but I raised my arm and slapped Queenie hard across the face. She stumbled backward and let out a dramatic cry. "Nigel! Save me!" Nigel's expression changed in an instant. He rushed to catch her in his arms and then turned around and kicked me in the stomach.

I shook my head, balling my hand into a fist "Jesus, Jordan. What..." "It's just breaking in. We won't get caught." "Hopefully."

"You guys are back early. Is that, um, good or bad?" After getting caught talking to the media about my relationship with Quincy, Hailey is more subdued around us, or at least she is around me. But in true Quincy fashion, her attitude toward Hailey isn't any different than it was before the article came out. Like it's over and done with. Still, I'm okay with Hailey remembering to stay cautious. "Well, in a random turn of events," Quincy says, smiling coyly at me. Random events is an understatement. "We won."

"Your love-bite.." "What??" I streaked and all the eyes turned towards me and i muttered a sorry, sipping on my tea. Once i was sure that everyone indulged back in their talks, i turned to Harini again. "Have you lost it?" "Its nothing wrong dude. Lets sign a deal, if i ever forget to hide my hickey, you will inform me. And i will inform you if you forget to do the same. What say?" She proposed in whisper. "No dummy..you mistook me. I cannot have a hickey!"

“Let go of my m—” Riley’s voice cut through mine, stopping me in my tracks. “I want to reject you as my mate.” The words hit like a blow to the chest, knocking the breath from my lungs, and for a second, all I could do was stare at him. “What?” I let out a short, sharp laugh, because he had to be joking. This had to be some kind of fucking joke. “You can’t be serious.” But he said nothing. They both said nothing.

I said immediately she picked up. "I'm working on it personally. Trust me by tomorrow's night, you would definitely see a change in the will" she said. "Good and if I don't, you would be kissing the deal goodbye" I said and hung up. "Poor Clarison Mitchell, she doesn't even realize what I'm planning. If the plan works out, I win and if it doesn't, I still win" I laughed out loud, tossing my phone from hand to hand. Clarison Mitchell "Good and if I don't, you would be kissing the deal good-bye l" she said and hung up.

My voice was hoarse and tight. "Yes," he murmured breathlessly as his hands reached for his ass cheeks. He quickly spread them apart until his tight hole was staring straight at me. My lubed hands reached for his ass hole and rubbed it into his skin. He moaned softly. A smirk curved my lips. "You like when I touch your tight little butt don't you?" I asked as I carefully applied more of the lube to the spot. I didn't want to hurt him later. One of my fingers carefully slipped his tight hole to test if it was well lubricated.