Me & Mrs Jones Novels & Stories

“But what I can say is that I love you more than life, Mrs. Wells.” “I love you too, Mr. Wells.” New book coming up: Don't Hate Me, Love Me Instead. Go check it out.

He tries to follow me but I can’t exactly let him do that so I have to lock him in my room. I hear him scratch his nails against the door and bark...or meow..or whatever sound his kind makes...it sounds more like a bark to me though so...whatever, the point is...I feel bad leaving him alone like that. I lock the front door just like daddy taught me, put a huge smile on my face and make my way towards the Mrs. Shay’s car which is already running. “Good morning, Mrs. Shay” I beam and she smiles right back. I’m sure she feels sorry for me...everyone does, even Beth. “Hi, good day?” Beth greets. “Sort of” I shrug End Of Flashback

Same thing with Aiys, Aiys immediately stretched her arms until it hit Juna who was sleeping beside her. Juna yawned, "Are you here yet?" he asked. Aiys hanga nodded as a sign that he had arrived. It was quiet in the car, some had gone out and gathered in the field. Mrs. Nita has stood in front with several championship trophies. "Thank you, my children," said Mrs. Nita, starting her speech.

“What caused Aunty's sudden arrival in my home? David said, half-mocking and half knowing. Mrs. Jones is a very gentle type of person, but she only has one problem she calls Ross Xiver. She loves Nina as her daughter but hates Rose. “You drove your wife away as soon as you saw me; it seems you already know why I'm here,” Mrs. Jones said between her jokes. She adores and is dear to him very much as she does Liam, but everything turns the opposite for Rose. “ Of course, Mrs. Jones, I have eyes everywhere for my sisters, so as long as something related to them, I know in airspeed” David sat opposite to her and looked at her to continue; he knows she is not there for fun, she has another motive.

I yell angrily, The door suddenly burst open and Mr. & Mrs. Jones walks in, "What is going on here? Why all this yelling?"Mr. Jones asks. "Well,Mr. Dolan here thinks Jane is still a saint and a victim in this matter"Jayden scoffs. Mr. Jones turns to me and sigh, "Look Grayson,I get that you are inlove with my daughter and all but you need to back off this a family matter. She needs to learn reality"Mr. Jones says and I chuckle humourlessly.

What happened to me? In an instant, Rowena pushed me out of her mind. She hurried over, carefully helping him sit up and gently feeding him the oatmeal. By the time she thought of me again, the hospital room was already empty. I had long since returned to my own room and begun packing my luggage. When the maid saw me, she sighed and shook her head, clearly hoping I would stay. As I packed, I said softly, "It's fine. Please tell Ms. Atkinson she doesn't owe me anything. I owe her far too much."

From Don's expression I was sure he was like 'finally'. The man who was in a white shirt, black suit and pants stood up. "Mrs Jones," that made me cringe, "please have your seat." He directed for me to sit on the sofa beside Don which I did. He sat down too. I realized there was a briefcase beside his chair. I turned to Don whose gaze was directed to the man, so I did the same. What was going on? "Please let me introduce myself," the man said seeming to have read my mind, "I'm Mr Hames, Mr Jones' lawyer."

In the last two years that this has been happening, I have come to become a pro at this. Suddenly, I heard the main door open harshly and footsteps echoed through the quiet cafeteria. “Was this what we agreed on?” That voice…what? Through the pain, I raised my head up and saw him. Ramsay Archer Jones. In the flesh. He was out of jail. Has it been a year and a half already? He was definitely taller and looked down at me with ominous eyes. He had stubble and his hair was longer. My mortal enemy, the devil himself.

The rest of their meal went uneventfully. Jessica Ballard offered to pay, then recommended Sophie some fruit juice when she refused to have coffee. They talk further about the senate, then a little bit about Meadow Lane. Jessica Ballard disclosed that she owned some of their shirts, as well as her mother. "Mother was thrilled when she heard you owned Meadow Lane. She said if Mrs. Whitaker and Mrs. Beckett are both wearing it, she'll finally have an excuse to replace her wardrobe."

Jones had said your man. Mrs. Jones caught the strange exchange, her brow lifting slowly. Her gaze flicked between the two of them, narrowing with dawning curiosity. “…Wait,” she said, sitting up straighter. “Is there something going on between you two that I should know about?”