Sorry Miss Jackson Novels & Stories

Maybe that shows how sorry she truly is? “Why?” Jackson asks, needing more than an apology. He needs to know why she sabotaged Monica, why she doesn’t want him to be happy . . . why she didn’t love him as a child? He would never say that last part aloud, but it’s there, deep inside his wounded heart. Jacqueline traces a shape on the tabletop that he can’t decipher—either stalling or collecting her thoughts, he was not sure which. “I’m not sure how to explain,” she admits. “Ramble away. We can follow a muddy path through your storytime confession. Whatever it takes for you to give Jackson an answer.” Monica doesn’t need an answer for the sabotage of her collection.

JACKSON Ihanded Kate a bottle of water, then sat in the seat beside her just as a man in a pilot’s uniform walked in through the airplane door. “Sorry I’m late, Jackson. Got stuck in traffic.” Wade was Lake’s preferred copilot and another good friend.

But the next day, he didn't appear. No call. No text. For two days, he vanished. The first day, she fretted. The second, she seethed. When he returned, his shirt torn, a cut on his temple, acting as if nothing had happened, all he said was, “I got lost. I’m sorry.” Lost. That was it. She never asked more. But she never forgave it either. Amiriam’s chest rose and fell sharply as she looked at Jackson lying on the hospital bed now. Pale. Weak. Wires and tubes attached. The great Jackson Oden, brought low.

“He needed a sex tape about the girls friend but he didn’t want too, I did offer that he buys her off with money but the girl stubbornly refused. Finally he gave in and shot the video but Lisa wasn’t satisfied with the shot and demanded for a better one, but Jackson couldn’t and refused. Things were getting too heated, so I thought of flying him to Italy until things calm down but then father had reported that Jackson had gone missing, which was strange because the next week he would be coming to Italy.” “Days passed but there wasn’t any signs of him, then next thing we found was his girlfriends body, and it was then I finally understood what happened, I got in touched with Lisa and somehow

"Don't stop for red lights. Don't stop for cops. Just get them home. I'm meeting you at the gate." "Copy that, Boss." Jackson’s voice softened when he spoke to Serenity again. "Serenity, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I let him get too close." "It's not your fault," Serenity wiped her tears. "Just come home, Jackson. I need you." "I'm coming," Jackson said. "And after I make sure you are safe... I'm going to end this. Tonight."

"Apologize to my friend instead." She snorted softly and then turned to give me a discreet wink. "Apologize to him? How is that possible? He's just someone who got kicked out—" Jackson flushed red and raised his voice, but a sharp look from one of the executives shut him up instantly. "Jackson, hurry up. If you anger Ms. Tate and the deal falls through, it'll be hard to explain things to the CEO." Out of fear of his father, Jackson finally offered me a reluctant apology.

She pouted and said in a spoiled tone, "Hmph. You've gotten sick of me already, haven't you? That's why you won't let me sit on your lap." I hurriedly explained, "How could I ever get sick of you? I'd do anything to have you sit on my lap. "But this is the road test, not the field test. For the field test, we're in a closed lot, and no one is watching. But for the road test, we go on public roads, and the police might stop us." Alice put her hands on my thigh and begged pitifully, "I already failed the field test four times. I really can't fail this one, or I'll have to start all over."

It was time to showcase my paintings. I always made sure to do this every year but after what happened to Misha, I just have not been the same. “I am sorry everyone but this last part would not be taking place this year,” Jackson stated, signalling to the disc jockey to play a song. Everyone looked disappointed for a while but soon forgot about it and started to groove to the song. “They were all looking forward to this,” Jackson said, walking over to me with two glasses of champagne. He handed one to me while we both sipped and watched the pack members dance.

” Jackson ~”Fuck I only have two minutes to say sorry. Kayley ~”Is there really so much you have to say sorry for that two minutes is not enough?” Jackson ~”Yes a shitload. I love you.” Kayley ~”I guess that is supposed to be better than to say sorry?” Jackson ~”Yes. I love you. And I fucking miss you so goddamn much.” Kayley ~”You have thirty-seconds.” He smashes his lips against mine and stare me in the eyes. Jackson ~”You don't have a fucking watch on you. How do you know it is thirty seconds?”