Ej X Jeff Novelas e Histórias

He looked around the room, waiting for some sign of approval. But then, Mr. Johnson, one of the top men from Vintage International, raised his hand. His expression was unreadable. “You,” he said, clearing his throat. “Mr…?” He raised a brow. “Jeffery,” Jeffery quickly introduced himself, adjusting his suit again. The man frowned, leaning forward. “Where is Mr. Jay?” At the mention of J, Jeffery’s expression changed instantly. He hadn’t expected J’s name to come up—not even once.

They’ve never said anything mean to me, so I take them up on their offer and sit with them. “Isn’t King Nolan so nice to order breakfast for everyone?” One lady gushes, grinning and sighing. “I was surprised when the lobby workers directed everyone straight to the lunchroom. I was running late this morning, so this was such a good surprise… oh, I’m Beth, by the way.” “Hi,” I murmur, forcing my confusion down and smiling. “Did you say N- King Nolan bought everyone breakfast?” “He did,” a different woman says, and she grins, “I’m Jane, and I’m a new employee, like you, but everyone is saying that he bought the breakfast.”

“You’re so weird. I’m telling you the truth here, why don’t you believe me?” “You want me to believe you?” Jeffrey laughed out loud as if he had just heard the funniest joke ever. “Do you think you can trick me, little deadbeat loser? I’m Jeffrey Weaver!” Charlie asked curiously, “Are you famous? Why haven’t I heard of you before?” Jeffrey sneered, “Weaver Pharmaceuticals, have you heard it before? I’m the general manager of the company.” Charlie shook his head. “I’m sorry, I haven’t heard of it.”

"I wanted to talk with you. You have to stop what you're doing. It may seem harmless, but you're hurting a lot of people." "That's their cup of tea, not mine." Jade shrugged, slightly disappointed that her game wasn't working anymore. "How can you say that? Knowing how many people you've hurt, even Principal Dolan." Shawn criticized, a little annoyed over her calmness. Jade shrugged. "I just gave him a new makeover. Stop making it sound like I made him cry." Shawn burst out. Jade was simply being outrageous. "Yes, you did. Principal Dolan fu... Principal Dolan cried."

Jeff grumbles as he walks out of the food cafeteria. Wait, Jeff is breaking up with Axel? “Then this is going to be a tough one for me.”

Your turn, trouble. She laughed under her breath — quiet enough that the old man didn’t look up from his newspaper. Ella: Black with oat milk, no sugar. Judge away, gym rat. His reply came in under thirty seconds. Jax: Oat milk warrior. Respect. I’m a cold brew black kinda guy. We might survive each other. What’s your name? Ella: Ella. Yours? Jax: Jax. Nice to meet you, Ella with the dangerous smile in your pics.

Neutral ground. **Mila** The coffee shop smelled like vanilla and fresh brew when I walked in. Jax was already at a corner table, long hair tied back, tattoos peeking from his sleeves. He looked tired but his green eyes lit up when he saw me. My heart did that stupid flip again. "Hey," I said, sliding into the seat across from him. "How's Jess settling?" "Excited. Talking about plants and fire escapes like it's paradise." He reached under the table and squeezed my knee, hidden from view. "Thanks for listening last night. Didn't mean to dump all that on you."

Rachel threw a question at Emily after she was sure her gullible sister was now more than drunk. Emily hiccuped, "Aww, that?" She grinned drunkenly, "It's Joel." "You said?" She asked keenly. "Joel; the CEO of EMPIRE WORLD CORPORATION," Emily muttered incoherently. Rachel furrowed her brows and tilted her head to the left, giving Emily an unfathomable look. She frowned. "What did you say?" Emily belched. "J-dg-Joel." She furrowed her brows for a few seconds as she watched Emily intently.

Meanwhile, Jaxon, now suddenly invisible, sank lower in his seat, watching without a flicker of emotion, like he was a stranger passing judgment. The way he sat still got some ladies attention that moment. Jefferey appeared. “Hey, I didn’t get your name. You ran off,” he said, flashing a smile with emerald braces. I replied smiling,“Aurora Smith.” He took my phone and saved his contact himself. “It’s Jefferey,” he winked, leaving the table. Layla nudged me. “Girl… Jefferey? That's Hot cake!” I laughed into her arms.