Jake Jagielski の小説・ストーリー

Jake said. Jake hailed from a disparate department, serving as Jenny’s paramour and Cassie’s closest confidant. Brady turned to Jake, seeking insight into Cassie’s current state. “You guys all set?” All heads swiveled in unison. Coach Mark stood beside the driver, his countenance brimming with excitement and a buoyant disposition. “All right, coach,” they all replied. The young lads were perched comfortably in the seats they had selected. “Whoa! We have a muse!”

Sirah said giggling. Mirriam sneered and said, "my sister wouldn't do such a thing." "Oh, yeah? Then where did she get the pretty boy, then?" "Yes, he's pretty terrible…" Terah couldn't finish his sentence, seeing Dohana and the man coming back to the table. "He came back!" Dorah said laughing. "Well, James...what did you say your name was again? Nevermind, are you here to tell us who you are?" Jake smiled as he and Dohana sat down. "My name is Jake Larson, a Billionare business man from the city of LA. I own a chain of supermarkets and run a few branches of my marketing company, blue sky Marketing. I also…"

Her team all nod in agreement. “DDG?” I ask under my breath and Jake turns to look at me with his hands on his hips. He may be gay, but I know the guy could probably knock men bigger and scarier than me on their ass. Jake is an ex MMA fighter, but his passion is hair and flair, apparently from what Mouse found in his file. “Drop dead gorgeous. Come on, big boy, learn the lingo.” He says and we all chuckle. “Still, I don’t see why she would be jealous.” Melody says, her voice small and vulnerable.

“Oh, right. I know she is an Omega, and I can understand why you must be protective of her, but I care about her. And I know I can treat her right.” “Are you in the university?” Declan asks. “No, I, uh… Well I was…” Jake’s fingers dance nervously on the back of his notecards. “I dropped out.” “What do you do for work, then?” Hugh asks. “I work in my dad’s garage. He fixes cars.” “Are you a mechanic?” Wes asks. “Uh… no. I answer the phones,” Jake replies. He lowers his head, embarrassed. “You want to father Ollie’s children,” Declan says and I cringe hearing it aloud again. “How do you expect to support them longterm?”

I asked. Jake whistled low. "Holy steroids." "That guy is at least thirty," Nicole pointed at their linebacker. "Look at the size of him. He's got a full beard!" "Pretty sure that's just genetics," Jake said, but he didn't sound convinced. The Westbrook Tigers were huddled near their bench, Coach Ellis in the center barking instructions. I could see Jace's helmet—number 12—and there, standing slightly apart from the group, was Noah. Something was wrong.

You don't know how to fucking drive? Yeah, I do! But we're doing this fucking fast and furious kinda shit, for when we are in need. This new job I have with the council is no joke. Two years ago before Ricky met Livie, we were contacted by Alpha Blake, the former leader of the Primord's Pack. He had word that the alpha in charge of the pack Livie was from was the main ringleader of a big dark operation.

"Can we not do this right now? I just want five minutes. That's it. Five minutes to talk like two adults." I set my glass down and looked at the guy across from me, one of Preston's teammates, a nineteen-year-old named Jake who had a piece of bread halfway to his mouth and was watching the whole thing like it was better than anything on TV. "What did you think of the training schedule I mentioned earlier?" I asked him. Jake blinked. Then he caught on. "Oh. Yeah. I think it's a great plan. Really thorough." Pierce put his hand on the back of my chair. Not touching me, but close enough that it was obviously meant to be felt.

I deleted the message and blocked the number. "You're up early." I turned. Jake was standing in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and nothing else. His right leg was heavily bandaged, and he was using a walker—a standard, aluminum frame. It was a crushing blow to his vanity. He looked like he hadn't slept a minute. "We have a 7:00 AM session," I said, my voice professional and flat. "The gala was a setback. Your inflammation is through the roof."

Jake was the town sweetheart basically voted most likely to succeed and make it in the big city. I then felt blessed that a guy like Jake would even look at me twice. “My name is Jake Blake the CEO of Jake International Incorporated, we are business committed to any construction job with undertake. We deliver the best results at the best prices and conduct our business with utmost integrity and professionalism. Thank you for the opportunity to work with you, I promise I won't let you down.” Oh really but that's literally your specialty, letting people down. I snickered in my mind, an applause rolled in mostly from the ladies, even Ashley looked impressed by him.

Steve snapped. I was stunned by Steve boldness.Fuck!I saw the way angry sparks flew between the two men as they locked gazes. “What are you expecting from me? An apology?” Jake asked.“More like you should get lost, right now!!!” Steve yelled.Jake chuckled.“Steve Callahan. 24yrs old, a pending quarterback for the Miami bulls. Son to a well known republican and also a chronic playboy. ”Steve was astounded. He stared at Jake with disbelief in his eyes.