Novel & Cerita Justin Jefferson Drawing

Jaden was a black young man with green eyes. Well, technically, he was brown because he was born to a white mother and a black father. Though his race nor background never for once affected their relationship. Jaden was from an average family. They weren’t rich neither were they poor. Jaden’s mother was a teacher and Jaden’s father was an artist. That’s where Justin learned to draw, whenever he visited Jaden’s father’s workshop. Justin walked towards the door of the room where he kept all their paintbrushes, boards, liquid paints, and a lot of tools for drawing but he couldn’t bring himself to enter there any longer so he didn’t open it.

She blushed and turned her face away to look at the drawing. The corners of Jepherson's lips curled into a grin. His heart was finally at ease!

“Do you… do you want me to get the lady fired right now?” “No, not now,” Jason cut him off, voice low and trembling slightly but firm. “Give me a moment.” He sat on his chair, resting his hands on the desk, head bowed. Moments later, his breathing steadied just enough for him to stand without trembling. His eyes, dark and stormy, fell on the sketches he kept in his drawer. Carefully, he pulled them out: the delicate lines capturing her birthmark and the little part of the woman’s body he could sketch, remaining only her face, the subtle nuances of her posture.

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—"

I had to be the one to collect the cash they had to pay before taking a picture. As I'm handing out a couple of their changes, Bryson and Elena approached me. Bryson was handsomely dressed in his black tuxedo, black tie, with a white inner shirt, an expensive silver watch, and shiny leather shoes, while Elene was attired in a mini dress and heels. Her dark pixie hair is styled in curls, and her makeup is beautifully done. "2 dollars for a pic," I said quickly, keeping my eyes on the floor flashing with red lights as Elena glared at me.

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.

Practiced. I showed Vivian. She didn’t let me see her wince. “He didn’t draw that,” she said. “He carried it,” I said. “And someone gave it to him,” Jasper said. Jason sucked his teeth like a child who finds out candy is also medicine. “So now we’re chasing pencil art.”