Jonathan Brandis Relationships Novels & Stories

"Jonathan read the report over and over but it's still same. He thought about Trisha, reminding him what it was like to feel alive. All the good memories of their relationship he'd been going through all day... and all the bad. Finally, he thought about Trisha, when he is standing over the pup bed. Who is not his. And the realization that this kind of connection between people was foreign to him. Jonathan sighed heavily and braced himself. And he leave... And he swear to god he will never see the pup and Trisha face. 2 Days Alter:- "What the hell Jonathan, Trisha try to contact you, she is about to dischared. Why you not with her?" Brandon ask as he enter his apatment. Jonathan didn't say an

Josephine was my only friend and she was the only person I had confided in about Brandon. “Really?” she sounded surprised, “Did he want something?” “Remember those proposals he kept sending about his new technology?” “Yeah?” “I think he grew desperate and looked for me so I could help promote it or something… but he didn't know it was me.” “It sounds like there's a lot more there.”

“Come on in.” She stepped into his house. In the living room were two other couples. “Let me introduce you to everyone.” Jon said. “This is Brady and Joanne.” Brady looked to be the same age as Jon. He was bald and a little skinny. Joanne was a few years younger, maybe early 30s, with red hair, big tits and a leash around her neck. She was completely naked except for her knee high boots. “And this is Mike and Destiny.”

I recalled Linda's word and advice. I never wanted to dwell much on it but after observing the way he behaved few minutes ago, I have a feeling there is more to know about Jonathan. His past life, His exes, His business partners. And even the people he meets whenever he leaves the house. All these, I need to know. Picking up my phone, I searched about him. Jonathan Clarkson, I input the words hoping I could get something reasonable. The first thing that surfaced on my screen was about our marriage.

It wouldn’t surprise me if he hated me. “Things haven’t been good for me, Tilly. I didn’t lie to you when I said I didn’t want to have my playboy reputation anymore. I looked at what Jake has, and I want that. But I never found anything after you left. I have never been with a woman more than one time. I have not had a relationship after you left. It really fucked me up.” Jonathan’s face contoured in a way that conveyed a deep pain. I had to hold back tears as I looked up at him.

"Nobody gives a damn about your relationship with my cousin." "You will learn to watch your mouth around me. I've tolerated enough of your childish tantrums." Brandon stepped closer to us. They were both beginning to draw attention. "What would your best friend think if he found out you once helped me?"Jonas taunted. "He's right outside. Get off the bus and tell him yourself." Brandon replied. "Get out." Jonas spits.

And Brandon did not seem bothered by it in the slightest. On the contrary, he waited patiently for whatever answer Naomi would give. “I understand,” he finally said as he slowly swirled the wine in his glass. “A relationship like that isn’t always easy to explain.” His tone was light, almost like ordinary small talk. But before Naomi could begin to feel relieved, Brandon continued. “If there’s really no relationship between you and Mr. Chris—” He paused for a moment. His gaze settled directly on Naomi.

"Brother! What, what are you saying? She's really—" Jonathan had been abroad for years, and he had just returned and was unaware of Brendon's marriage. However, when he saw the emerald ring on my finger, his eyes widened almost to the point of falling out. "Oh my God! You're actually married!" Jonathan exclaimed, "It must be that God answered Mom and Dad's fervent prayers. I thought you'd end up living alone in the treehouse I built!" "Don't waste time with nonsense! Quickly apologize to Fiona." Brendon scolded him.

Another girl is lying face down on the bed, naked at the top and in denim shorts at the bottom. Brandon's eyes find mine and his lips set into a straight line. "Is that your girlfriend?" The blue eyed blonde angles her body to the side to get a better look at me. My eyes meet hers and then go back to Brandon who remains silent. "That, my dear sweetheart, is his fiancée." Jonathan says with a bit of slur. The girl who was obviously giving him a blow job chuckles. "Isn't it too soon?" She says and anger simmers inside of me.

Jonathan said while tapping other's cheek. "Remember this?" Jonathan pulled a grey file. "C-company's shares?" "Yes. You got good memory Mr. Brown" "And this?" He pulled another red file. "P-property p-papers...." "Yes. Very good. You are doing good." "Here how about this?" Jonathan said and tossed few photos at him. These photos are of him and a woman, and he is beating her, raping her. And another a piece of newspaper where it is written that Brandi committed suicide by jumping in a swimming pool of her house. Jonathan stood up. Vincent looked at him with terrified eyes.