Tim From Dear John Novels & Stories

Olivia, like a crazed animal, ripped up my job offer letter. I wanted to fight back, but then I caught a glimpse of the crimson numbers ticking down over her heart. Oh, it was almost her turn. Fine, I wouldn't argue with her anymore. Xavier sat there, silent as ever, busy texting his secretary, Yvette Snyder, the entire time. I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. The mirror reflected my dull hair and the glowing red countdown pulsing against my chest. I checked my own timer. As it turned out, I didn't have much longer than Olivia. We were both dying. For the first time ever, I felt a strange, inexplicable pity for the woman.

I suddenly think I see a smile in it. I've loved Tim since the moment I first saw him. That means I've loved him longer than I ever will. I was six and he was twenty when I first saw him. It was summer, and Tim had just arrived to coach our boys' team. Like us, he was from an orphanage, and he often visited us back then. I saw him through the window—he was so handsome and strong! I immediately decided that I would marry him.

Tim bowed but Jade passed without even looking at their direction or acknowledging their pleasantries. He just walked into his office and took off his light-grey jacket. Hanging out on the stand behind his desk. Looking at his quartz watch, it was already twenty minutes past seven. Too bad, Ace wasted his time already. Knock! Knock!! Knock!!! A quiet tap on the glassy door made Jade raise his gaze towards the entrance. "Yes, come in." Jade replied while turning on his PC. It was Mr. Tim. He quickly entered and brought some files to him. Mr. Tim noticed that the CEO looked troubled. He couldn't help but to wonder what it was exactly.

After a brief hesitation, I endured the pain and turned to wrap my arms around him. I no longer remembered how pain and comfort became entangled that night. I only remembered that from then on, our relationship sank beyond turning back. By day, I remained his most capable subordinate. By night, he came to my room, taking the last warmth I had left to give. And I, like a gambler with nowhere left to go, wagered everything on the faint possibility that his feelings might be real. On my twentieth birthday, emboldened by the celebration drink after a successful mission, I finally asked the question.

Tim said, kissing her passionately as he admired the suitcases full of cash. “Sweetheart, I’m heading to meet that old Chinoy now! I need to hand over this money and explain what happened at the warehouse yesterday,” Tim said, his tone soft and almost affectionate—a stark contrast to the fury he displayed the day before, when he seemed ready to kill even the devil himself. “Okay, sweetheart. Take care,” Sandra replied with a knowing smile. “Wait for me tonight,” he said, grinning. His mischievous expression left no doubt about his intentions.

Angelie whispered. "I promise," Julia said solemnly. ********************** Tim returned from a two-day official event, exhausted but happy. He unlocked his door, thinking Julia would be waiting. He went inside his room, the lights were switched off, and he found someone lying on his bed. Smiling mischievously, he crept closer, kissed her cheek, and whispered, "My baby." "HEY!" Angelie screamed, pushing him hard. Tim stumbled back, shocked. "Angelie?! When... how..."

Many couldn't help but wonder, including Vera herself. Vera knew she had to profess her long time hidden feelings to Tim right away before someone else takes him. Because she's noticed ever since Tim set his eyes on Miss popular, just last month when he newly got in Oxford University, he's never stopped staring at her just like the rest of the guys. Tim was the first child and only son of Scott Leonard, one of the most popular business men in America, so he was no doubt very popular in Oxford. Aside that, he was extremely good-looking with perfect features.

Gutemberg said, but his tone wasn’t convincing. “You’re a terrible liar,” I shot back, staring at them both. “Just say it. What else do you know?” Timmy huffed, kicking the floor hard before turning to face me. “You’re not going to like it, Davina.” “I already don’t!” I yelled, throwing my arms in the air. “Now talk.” He clenched his fists like he was fighting with himself, then muttered a curse under his breath. “It’s KJ,” he finally said, spitting out the name like poison.

Timothy said with a smile, cutting him off as he turned to Amber and added, "And you must be the dance instructor." "Yes, good day, sir; it's a pleasure to meet you." Amber replied "Same here. Now, I better get home before they think I've gone missing," Timothy joked as he waved at them and left the building. "Is that who I think it is?" Amber asked as they stood watching Tiomthy get into his car. "Yes, it is," Pitts murmured under his breath. "Oh my god, the famous Timothy Crawford of the Crawford group!" Amber exclaimed in shock.

Cindy laughed, "I'm sorry, I will do just that but you gave me quite a scare Tim. Don't do that next time." "I am sorry" Tim apologized and hugged her once again. "You look beautiful Cindy" he complimented. "Thanks," Cindy replied and pinched his cheeks. "You don't look too bad yourself but where is Jack?" "Why don't you look behind you" Tim replied while smiling mischievously. Cindy immediately turned and covered her mouth in surprise when she saw Jack on one knee. She suddenly recalled that she had once told him that they could only think about marriage when Tim came back. "He must have been counting the days." She thought to herself.