Justin Jefferson Drawing Novels & Stories

After a few more jumps and a short visit to hell and back,Lucas signaled for Jefferson to be released. They brought Jefferson up and rolled him on the wooden floor like garbage. Jefferson shook. He couldn't even stand on his own,his lips trembled. His face was pale and his hands felt like jelly. Lucas walked over. His leather shoes were heavy and each step created a loud sound. Justin, who was standing behind, just watched the scene. They should have been at the office but Lucas insisted that he had other things to take care of. And it turned out that Jefferson was the 'thing' he wanted to take care of.

"Just... get the fuck out." Jefferson chuckled low, unfazed. He reached out, brushing a stray hair from her cheek with a thick finger, the touch electric. "Feisty. I like that. But alright, I'm going. Justin, man, we'll talk later. Hit me up when the coast is clear." He shot her brother a wink, then turned, his ass flexing in those tight jeans as he brushed past her. Justin, now half-dressed, stood awkwardly. "Jefferson, wait—"

Unexpectedly, the little guy has already scratched a pen and scrawled under the cultivation of her husband! "Wow! Is this the painting of my baby?" Justin, holding a crayon in his hand, turns around and smiles like a little sun. He nods and asks for praise. "My son is so wonderful!" Kim generously gives the little guy a thumbs up. The little guy was praised by his Mommy and was as proud as a peacock. He straightened his waist and began to graffiti on the drawing paper. Now he can't draw a complete picture, but he can only follow the tips on the drawing paper and connect the lines with his father's help, he can already draw a decent picture.