Jimmy Johnson の小説・ストーリー

He inquired, apologetically. "Of course not." I waved a hand dismissively. "Besides... I'm the reason you had to go in there in the first place." "Quit blaming yourself. By the way-" he stretched out his right hand. "- I'm Caesar Johnson. The chief operating officer of infinity enterprises." He introduced—actually, boasted. He had this conceited smile glued to his face as he mentioned the last part. "I'm sure you've heard of the company. I don't mean to brag, but it's one of Manila's biggest."

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"You can even sit next to me. I promise not to abuse you again." He winks and I roll my eyes, pushing back the grin I think he already saw. I'm immediately pissed at myself because there's something about him I like. And the last thing I want is some random dude thinking I need help. "Nope, I'm good. I'm pretty sure I can at least find a seat." "I'm Brad Davis, by the way." He reaches out his hand and I take it because what else am I supposed to do? "Um, Candice-Candice Crawford."

When I got to the door I smoothed out my gown and put on a remorseful expression. "Oh my God I'm so sorry I'm this late, the traffic was bad," I apologized, feigning remorse. "That's fine Miss Quinton we didn't wait for too long," a middle-aged man with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair whom I assumed was the lawyer said. "I'm John Morton, Mr. Forbes' Lawyer," he stretched out his hand for a handshake and I politely took it. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Morton, I'm Giordana Quinton, although I'm sure you must be aware of that by now," I replied smoothly.

Dark blonde hair somehow looking tousled and messy yet perfectly placed. As Theo steps aside, Jax comes fully into view. He’s dressed in a simple black t-shirt, the fabric straining against his thick biceps and broad chest. It does little to disguise his impressive physique underneath- the dips and curves of firm, hard-earned muscle. His jeans sit low on his hips, a perfect fit. As I drag my gaze back up to his face, I see that he’s checking me out, too, raking his eyes over my body. They pause and linger on my bare legs- I’m in a loose, long-sleeved navy cotton dress, and while it’s not the cutest thing I own it’s comfortable as hell. From Jax’s hungry gaze, he seems to approve.

“Gave you two days, limp dick. Where’s my goddamn money?” Jimmy and Derek had gone to school together. His old man had worked with Derek’s for years, went out drinking with him, too. Jones had been something of a football star at Clifton Heights High; though a knee injury his senior year had frightened scouts away and ended a potential college career before it had even started. Still, he was a construction foreman for Webb County, ran a backroom, illegal poker club at The Stumble Inn that drew people from as far away as Syracuse and he was a somebody while Derek was nothing, as Pa had reminded him whenever he could, with his fists or belt, or that cold .38 jammed under his chin, late at nigh

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

I can feel my face heat up red as they nod and turn off a machine or two. “ Thank you Madam Charlotte, would you like to see what we were going to do? He does need surgery because he’s left kidney is damaged and it looks like his knee bone is broken” the doctor explained to me as Creed walks over to me with a chair so I can sit down. “ Can you fix it? I mean can you help him?” I asked pulling my legs to my chest

His name was Johnny Walker, and he hated scotch. "I should have been named Jim or Jack, I'm a bourbon man through and through." He came highly recommended to me as one of the best in his business, so I hired him. It only took two weeks to get me everything I wanted.

Jimmy sat in silence for a minute watching her, urging her to leave with his eyes. "Look, don't get me wrong, it has nothing to do with you. It's just that I work alone I don't like partners." Jimmy had left out the how and why he did not like partners. It was no secret though. Before coming here he'd been a New York City police officer.