Lookism Jake Novels & Stories

I raised my glass, and we drank to the newest addition to his family. “ That's true, but I wouldn't trade them for anything…" he trailed off, turning to look at a security guy approaching us with my cousin following meekly. “ He is here…” Jake stated the obvious, attempting to vacate his seat. “Don't leave,” I informed softly and turned my gaze to Liam, who reached out to hug me briefly. “ Hi, Jake," he greeted with a bored sigh. “ Liam,” my friend grunted lowly, and I smiled at his curt tone. Apart from his darling wife, and a few close people in his life, Jake is a grumpy jerk to many.

He shrugs and continues eating. “I thought you had some standards, maybe even really low ones. But that chick looked like a man in drag with a really shitty wig.” Jake turns to me with a look that says, ‘you had to see her.’ He throws a chopstick at Daniel’s head but Daniel ducks too late and it bounces off the top of his perfect fair skull. Daniel may have a fetish for one-night stands and slutty girls, but he has the looks of a guy who should get any woman he wants. He’s all blonde and blue eyed to Jake’s dark hair and green eyes. As a duo, I’m sure the two of them must have pulled any women for miles.

Stop caring. “As long as he makes you happy, Sophs?” Jake is now the one analyzing my face, looking a little too closely, which only makes my heart race as though I have something to hide. I wonder now really what he is doing. He has that knowing look in his eye, smug yet cool with a hint of “all-seeing” about him. I wonder if he has told Arrick that he maybe thinks Chris is gay but judging by his mood I think maybe not.

"I'm Jake, by the way. And you look like someone who's been wrestling with the same chapter for hours." How could he possibly know that? Emma clutched her pen tighter. "What makes you say that?" "The defeated slump of your shoulders, the aggressive laptop closing, and the fact that you've been unconsciously tapping out the rhythm of 'help me' in Morse code on the table for the past five minutes." Emma's hand stilled. She had been tapping. "You know Morse code?" "Former Eagle Scout. Also, current insomniac who reads way too much." Jake leaned back in his chair, studying her with those unnervingly perceptive green eyes. "So what's got you stuck? Plot hole? Character motivation? Or..."

I glance up. “What?” “You got the look.” I frown. “What look?” “The idiot look.” “I don’t have an idiot look.” Jake laughs. “You absolutely have an idiot look.” He tosses me an energy drink, and I catch it without taking my eyes off him. “It’s the same look Jimmy had before he spent six months letting Kara ruin his life.” I pop the tab open. “Kara keyed his truck.” “Exactly.” Jake points at me. “Love makes people stupid.”

In fact, I am sure she would do anything possible to guarantee her position as Luna. “You know what, I think we could all do with a drink…” Standing up from his seat, Jake rubbed his face. "Let’s go to The Wild Lounge and figure out a plan with a beer.”

Emma took her time wiping her mouth and cleaning up the mess she made before looking at the others. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Jake is really Jonathon Ashby,” Lisa said again. Emma shook her head. “I’ve met Jonathon Ashby and Jake is definitely not him.” The four women opposite Emma shared another look. “Jonathon was undercover as Jake to try and ferret out the guy who was impersonating him. The guy you know as Jonathon is really Liam and has been pretending to be Jonathon because…well, none of us really know why,” Chloe said.

“What is it that you want?” Warren shifted on his feet. “I want you to kill Devon Longshire.” Jake huffed out a laugh. “They have a word for this. Entrapment. I’m not a hitman.” “I know exactly who and what you are, Jake.” “I’m an ex-con riding with an MC,” Jake said. “My room’s not wired, I’m officially on leave. You can check,” Warren said. “I know. You’re also divorced from Marcie and you have a three-year-old daughter named Emi-Lee.”

A few other couples were making out or fucking on the large sectional couch and the other bed in the corner, but most eyes were on us now. Tyler smirked down at me, his blue eyes dark with lust. “You look so fucking good like this, Sophie. All flushed and dripping. But the night is young.” Before I could respond, another guy from the circle downstairs stepped closer. His name was Jake — tall, lean, with messy brown hair and a tattoo sleeve running down one arm. He had been watching the whole time, stroking himself through his jeans. “Mind if I have a turn?” Jake asked Tyler, his voice rough.

I said while rolling my eyes, like his location can easily be spotted. "Let me go get you a drink ok". And as soon as he left, the regular routine started, some of the ladies came in, some I had seen with him and others who looked like his new recruit, jezz, does this guy run a brothel or something. I instinctively declined any form of contact or passes these ladies made, and after about an hour Jake came back with my drink. "Thought you got caught in an apocalypse, I was really worried". I said in my nicest sarcastic tone. Which made Jakes roll his eyes at me