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“so don’t fantasize much on him “ “I know all this girl!! ,by the way he looked really familiar almost like we met before.” “Where could you possibly have met the CEO of Declan’s?” Stacy chuckled “I could come around and shoot my shot” jeff wiggled an eyebrow. Jeff used to be a male model,but dropped out when he started gaining weight. I would say Jeff looked way more sexier now than then. He added in the right places. He was about 5’7. He had bristled eyebrows that complimented his viking brown hair,he had brown eyes and was quite dishy. Too adventurous always having a friendly smile. I would say he was really hot,but certainly not my type.

Because feeding a family felt more real than feeding a system. I got it. That scared me most of all. Behind me, Jeff stirred. “You’re awake,” he murmured. “Couldn’t sleep.” “Same.” I turned toward him. His hair was a mess. His shirt wrinkled from sleeping on the couch. And somehow, he still looked like a man who could walk into a press room and make diplomats hold their breath. He crossed the room and stood beside me at the window. “Do you think we caught it in time?” I asked.

Jeffrey had no idea how long he had before someone came back, so he worked faster, ignoring the burning pain, ignoring the way the rough fibers dug into his wrists and drew blood. The door opened again, sooner than he'd expected. This time, multiple sets of footsteps entered the room. Jeffrey stopped struggling with the ropes, not wanting to give away that he'd been trying to escape. Better to let them think he was cooperative, compliant, while he figured out his next move. "Jeffrey Johnson," a new voice said. This one was different from the first. It was smoother, more cultured, and spoke with the kind of accent that spoke of expensive private schools and old money. "I've been looking forwa

We were laughing over one of Kelly's outrageous stories when a rich baritone voice interrupted us. "Excuse me, I'm Jeff Williams. I'm looking for Scott Jenkins?" I felt my jaw drop. I had seen Jeffrey Williams on the screen and in photos, but never in person. He wasn't an exceptionally tall man, maybe five-eleven, tops, but he had a strong athletic build that made him appear taller, as well as chiseled features, bright blue eyes, and thick blond hair complete with a goddamn Superman forelock. Even dressed casually in blue jeans and a battered brown leather jacket, with his hair tousled from the brisk wind outside, he drew the eye and held it. I quickly averted my own eyes to avoid being caug

He still looked cordial and smiled like he wanted civil discussion. Hezekiah didn't. "Excuse me, sir," Jeffery began. "I believe you have something of mine." He was talking about me. He hadn't tasted my blood yet and I was already 'his' to him. "I ain't got nothing of yours. Why don't you just head on back to your little friends before you do something you'll regret?"

Jeff said. "I can also only provide payment," Edward retorted, not to be outdone. Well, Jeff was probably a colder person than Edward. All his words were always full of unfriendly sarcasm but had a meaning and a truth. "Thank you for helping me and Zean," Edward said then. Jeff turned his head with a sharp gaze ready to pounce on prey. It made Edward look back at him with a shrug. "What?" Edward said. "I thought it was just your leg that was almost broken. Apparently your brain is also quite disturbed. Your words of gratitude gave me goosebumps," said Jeff.

Jeff scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You're such a tease, you know that? I'm not adorable, I'm manly and rugged and all of that stuff." He said, pretending to be offended. Ethan couldn't help but laugh. "If you say so, bud." He said, shaking his head. "So what are you doing up at this time of the night anyway?" Jeff asked, changing the topic. One thing about Jeff was that he hardly talked about himself and initially Ethan had found it weird but now he was used to it and he just realized that he hated being the highlight of a conversation but that did not mean that he kept secrets or anything like that.

“Wait, if that's Miranda, then who is the other person? Don't tell me he's also one of them.” Jeffrey grinned and waved his hands about, “No, no. I'm not a big shot like Miranda here. I'm just a normal person.” I rolled my eyes at his false humbleness. “Phew. I thought the other guy was someone important as well.” “If he was, I would have shit on my pants just now!” The words had barely left the man’s mouth when Jeffrey tilted his head slightly, that ever-infuriatingly innocent smile tugging at his lips. He looked almost amused.

Jeffrey was tossing and turning restlessly in East Solana Federal Prison. It was now midnight, and it had been days since Alyssa and Jasper paid him a visit. However, he had spent every night unable to fall asleep, continually thinking back to all that Alyssa had said to him. Her offer to him had been too tantalizing. It made him waver, even though it was likely a trick. But Jeffrey despised Alyssa and Jasper too much. He hated what a perfect match they were, how powerful and rich they were. One was a wealthy business magnate in Solana City, the other a multifaceted heiress.

He only stared coldly at Jeffrey and said, “There isn’t anyone in this world that I can’t touch.” Theo’s whole body trembled as fire returned to his eye! Yet, Jeffrey started laughing out of exasperation. His expression darkened as he said, “Okay, okay, you have a great imagination there, brat. But I refuse to believe that there’s a single person in this tiny city that I, Jeffrey Scott, can’t take down!”