Justin Jefferson Smile Novels & Stories

She asked and then — Justin smiled A smile that turned into laughter. Adrian stood there, Shocked. It was his first time seeing Justin laugh. Adrian held Justin by his shoulders to clear his doubts. The smile lingered while Carolina was still cracking up on the floor. Carolina didn't see it The short and faint genuine smile of relief Adrian's face. He got up and left without a word "Where did you learn that?" Carolina asked, her voice still toned with laughter. Adrian sat in his study, leaned back in his chair thinking about that smile.

Because of their height difference, despite the fact that she was wearing heels, he had to bend to whisper his question in her ears. However, the paparazzi interpreted his action as him kissing her. And this just made them even more excited. “Yeah, I am,” she nodded. “But can we go in so we can get out of here?” she asked and Justin with a smile on his face, nodded. The photographers didn’t fail to capture the moment Justin smiled as this was very rare for them to see. Just like his father, he always wore a stoic and indifferent expression. The only time you would see Sebastian smile was when he was around his wife or daughter. And it seemed Justin had taken after his father.

He raised his hand with the phone. “Smile for the camera,” he said and clicked the phone for their selfie. After that, Justin looked at his screen. “Now, it’s complete. I knew the missing one in your beautiful pictures is me. It’s perfect and I’m setting it as my wallpaper.” He smirked.

“You saw him smile too, right, Fred?” Freddy nodded. “I’d have to be blind not to see it, Justin. Look! He’s even smiling again.” Justin shrugged, “He really is something else. Just seeing him laugh gives me the creeps. But … usually he laughs in a mocking or terrifying way. But look at how he laughed just now, Fred?” “He … laughed like a normal person. That’s what you mean, right?” Freddy replied. Justin nodded with a serious expression. Meanwhile, Nathan was twirling his chin and trying to think.

A smile he’d never flashed in her direction before. I’m imagining things. Jesus. I'm getting crazy. She didn’t take another breath until he turned and walked out of the cabin. I have to pull myself together. Justin doesn’t flash sexy smiles in my direction—not ever.

Copper I gave him a polite smile. “I’m fine. Kenny just let me know. What perfect timing.” His smile returned to his face. “Oh, yeah. He isn’t the best at communication.” He laughed and scratched his head, but it seemed forced. After getting no reaction from me, he cleared his throat and opened the passenger door. Once again, I smiled at him and entered. The ride was silent, but not in a peaceful way. I could tell that behind that smile Justin was struggling to say something. The windows were rolled up and the a/c was on, giving us complete privacy.

It was fucking impossible to keep up. "Yes.” He smiled with a hint of derision. “If you start to get turned on, I will feel it.” Fool. I was definitely dealing with a jerk. "Damn pervert." He laugh heartily when he listen to me. It was the first time I had heard him laugh heartily, honestly. Even I, who used to think of myself as bitter, joined in his laughter. "I see you're in a good mood," Justin commented, coming into the living room.

What's with them and their curiosity about my looks? At this, Justin finally laughed, showing his bunny teeth. If it wouldn't have made Justin laugh, I would have kicked Heli in the ass for asking such a ridiculous question. But instead, I just laughed. Justin turned towards me, showing of his perfectly placed bunny teeth and I couldn't help but smile at him. Yet even though I had looked away, Justin continued to gaze at me, so much that I had to retreat back slowly, feeling like his gaze could penetrate through me.

She grinned, attempted to hold my cheeks but I immediately declined it and shook my head away. Her smile immediately changed back to its sinister grin. "I was trying to play 'be-nice-and-make-her-your-friend', but you're not complying and it's frustrating. So, let me go straight to my point." She smirked, twirling a few strands of her hair around her pinkie finger. "I want to warn you about 'my Justin'." She conceded, stressing the words 'my Justin'.

More than that, he’s smiling. It’s nothing elaborate. It’s small. A Vincent smile. I take it.