Tim From Dear John Novels & Stories

Tim Tim smiled greedily as he returned to his office for a late afternoon meeting. He couldnt help feeling proud of himself , he enjoyed his encounter with Liza and hoped for more. He thought about how innocent and defiled she looked with his cock down her throat. He could not wait to get the opportunity to be screaming his name, he couldnt care less if it was in pleaseure or pain as all he cared about was his own satisfaction.

Chen called from upstairs. “I’m coming love.” Timmy responded. “The goddess won’t like what I’m doing,” Timmy muttered. He used the television remote control to change the television, which was showing a review of the previous year’s RCCG Holy Ghost Convention, to another channel which was showing Looney Tunes.

However, she doesn't make it past the courtyard. Tim intercepts her by the decorative fountain. He is exactly how she remembers him: tall, athletic, with that signature bright, sunny smile that made him popular in college. He looks enthusiastic and utterly harmless—like a golden retriever in a suit. "Claire!" Tim greets her warmly, holding two glasses of juice. "Wow, you haven't changed a bit. Still the campus belle." Claire smiles politely. "Hi, Tim. Long time no see." "I heard you're single now," Tim says, his tone cheerful and direct. "What a coincidence, me too. I just got out of a brief marriage."

“You look like you’re preparing for a fall, not a celebration, Alice.” “Have you always been this observant Mr Davenhall?” I queried, trying to ignore how calm his voice is. “Call me Timothy.” I didn’t say it. “Tad must be waiting for me. I should go.” I turned ready to leave, but Timothy was quick to block my path. He gripped my wrist softly, eyes searching mine. “Tad is busy trying to buy the Brooks' favor. He doesn't even know you’ve left the room. He only notices you when you aren't standing where he parked you.” He blurted out, like he couldn’t bear to see me leave.

"As for her, she is now a white-collar worker sitting in an office. I run a little business." "People here encourage me to chase her, but I know they want to see my jokes, even my own grandmother thinks I'm not good enough for Oli." Tim's eyes were a little uncomfortable. He rubbed them subconsciously, but he didn't expect that there was chili oil on his hand, which directly turned his eyes red, and tears swirled in his eyes. "I don't deserve her, and I know it myself. I thought I might work hard. I didn't expect you to chase harder than me now, bro."

She didn’t deserve so attention, especially with the council poking their noses in now. But Timothy’s eyes lit with pleasure like a predator scenting blood. “Pleased to confirm it,” he said. I furrowed my brows. “Where did you get such information from? Who told you this?” Timothy chuckled before he straightened his jacket, turning toward the hall. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, my bed calls. Dawn comes cruelly early over here.”

Tim asked, obviously to Theresa Mo this time. "Yeah, I will marry your daddy. Aren't we going to get married soon?"she asked, smiling at Junxie Li. "Mm..mm" Junxie Li grunted with a faint smile. "You both are pretending before me. I hate you both" Tim yelled and stood up to go but he couldn't make it beyond two steps as he fell down. "Junxie! Are you going to watch this boy suffer like this? Why don't you go along with the script and see him recover?" Theresa Mo yelled.

“Can I bring some back? We can heat them up for tomorrow’s dinner John. Mmphm…mmm…they’re so good..” Later, when Jane cleared the dinner plates, Daniel invited John to the balcony for a breath of fresh air. The old man stood facing the cityscape, carrying a sleeping Timmy in his arms and gently rocked him like how Jane was used to rocking Timmy. Looking at the elderly man from behind, Daniel smiled. Like father like daughter. Smile he did, but Daniel Winters was still full of jittery nerves. Taking a deep breath, he swung his hands awkwardly and forced his feet to move to where John stood.

The man who usually moved with such confident ease was suddenly clumsy, irritated, and hungry. Sunday evening arrived, and I was relaxing on the couch, Damon occupying the chair opposite me. I was texting Timi, discussing the logistics of a project, but I was hamming it up for Damon’s benefit. Timi: Can you believe Johnson still hasn’t sent that draft? I swear, he’s allergic to deadlines. Me: (Smiling widely, typing back) He’s cute though, in a 'my golden retriever ate my homework' kind of way. Timi: Careful now. I don't want to get jealous of a golden retriever.

Tim enters my office some minutes after the pathetic old guy leaves my office. I really can't stand Mr. Dankworth. "Morning Becks." Tim looks like he's in a really good mood today. "Morning..." I mutter. The old man just spoiled my mood completely. Tim swings on my swivel chair with this coy grin on his face. "What?" "you and the boss? I thought it's a one time thing... Are you that sweet?" What! "What do you mean?"