Me & Mrs Jones Novels & Stories

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?”

ETIENNE'S POV I was working in my office when Mr.Jones entered my office looking extremely serious.When isn't he serious? "Umm Sir."He cleared his throat. "Yes Jones?"I said without looking up. "Umm..sir." "Quit the mumbling Jones and tell me what is the matter?"I drawled. "Sir there is been an accident with Ms.Taylor." "Excuse me?What?"I looked at him.My eyes almost bugging out.

I followed his movement slowly, my legs weak. Then he looked straight at me. His eyes were dark and sharp, yet strangely calm. “From today,” he said firmly, “you are now Mrs Jones.” The words hit me hard. Mrs Jones. Not Judy Hale. Not Clark’s Judy. Mrs Jones. I felt strange. Like I was standing outside my own body, watching someone else’s life. I nodded slowly, unable to speak. My throat felt tight. “Good,” he continued. “We will register the marriage today.”

She smiled sweetly at me and said "Thats sounds lovely. That is very nice of you dear. I'll just let my husband know, Im going out to buy coffee and that I will be back. Just wait right here." I waited outside patiently and couldn't help but praise myself for how smart I am. I truly am a genius. After I wouldn't be the CEO of Lexon Corp today, if I wasn't smart. After Mrs. Finkleston came back out, we both got seated in our cab. She turned to me and asked "So where are we going?" I internally smirked and said with a smile "Starbucks... 9 Mins away from here." "Starbucks? Is that a Bingo game place? It sounds like the name of a bingo place. I love bingo." said a Joyful Mrs. Finkleston

Seeing Shawn start to call the police, Mr. Jones was furious. "You dare!" Mr. Jones snarled and glared menacingly at Mrs. Jones, threatening, "Wait for me; I'll deal with you sooner or later!" Turning around, he looked at the table of good food, swiping it all off with a wave of his hand. Bowls and plates clattered to the floor. Satisfied, Mr. Jones left the house. The iron gate closed, and Mrs. Jones' body went limp. She trembled uncontrollably due to fear, unable to speak.

As Margret walked into the house, she was taken aback by the sight of over twenty men guarding Mr Jones, who was sitting in his living room looking relaxed. "Well, well, if it isn't Bliss, or should I say, Margret Owen," Mr Jones said with a smirk. "I didn't expect you to visit me without your usual disguise. You do realize that this could damage your already tarnished reputation, don't you?" Margret didn't miss a beat. "Mr Jones, you seem to forget that my profession goes beyond Houston. I am a globally recognized singer, in case you didn't know. Do you really want your infertility issues to become international news?"

“Sir has released me.” Mrs. Jones emerged from Declan Forrester’s office with a wide grin on her face. In Maddox’s absence, the GM had summoned Mrs. Jones to release her from her duties. Iris smiled weakly, her heart sinking now. Maybe Maddox wasn’t coming over today. “Take care, Mrs. Jones. I shall miss you.” “When sir arrives, you won’t get the time to miss me.” She chuckled, making Iris blush.

I smiled at her. Mrs. Jones parked the car in front of our porch and came out, walking towards us. She knocked, and we welcomed her in. "Good morning Mrs. Jones." I greeted her as she came in. "Good morning, dear. How was your night?" "Good. Yours?" "I highly doubt if I slept at all." She muttered and gave a mirthless laugh. My mom and I exchanged glances. Sobering up, she stared keenly at me. "You ready?"

Sloane Margaret called on a Wednesday morning. Not a text. Not a message through Beckett. A direct call to my cell which she had not done before and which told me before she said anything that whatever she wanted to talk about was not something she wanted filtered through her son first. I was at the new office. The desk had finally arrived. I was sitting at it for the first time with the specific satisfaction of someone who had been working on an upturned box for two weeks and was now experiencing the profound luxury of a proper surface.

Zora in the morgue first. It was as if every ounce of strength had been wrung from Simon's body. Collapsing to the floor, he muttered, "Zora only had one kidney, yet I still forced her to donate her kidney. It's all my fault…" It was then that realization struck him. He jerked his head up and asked, "Who did she donate her kidney to?" No one answered him. He quickly summoned his Beta and ordered, "Look into this now! Five years ago, Zora's father had a kidney transplant. I want to know who really gave him the kidney!"