You Are Jeff Novelas e Histórias

His eyes widen again. “Holy shit, Prof, you got game. I didn’t know you could bag her!” “People are waiting for their food Jeff.” Vaughn says in a deadpan voice. “He did. I take it you will be keeping this to yourself?” A glint I don’t like appears in Jeff's eyes. “Why should I?”

“Your name before you pass out on me?” That’s when Jeff realized she was correct the light-headedness was not going away it was getting worse. The light was not getting dimmer. He was sinking very slowly into unconsciousness. “Jeffery… Jeffery Bandor.” With that, it was lights out. ———————————————

I asked curiously. "I can't say exactly. But I assume it must have something to do with your childhood. You've lived a highly stressful life." "What do I do?" "You are a famous person in the entertainment world! A CEO who holds the entertainment industry together. People say you are the 'glue.'" I chuckled. "That's interesting. Have a seat. What's your name?" "Sir, my name is Jefferson Park. But you call me Jeff." "So, Jeff, are we friends?"

The group wasn’t dancing anymore, but because they were tired and lazy, they just sat at their designated table and drank. “Are you from Batangas, Jeff?” Sasha asked. Jeff nodded. “No. I only stay here during my vacation leave.” “What is your job? How did you get to know Tito Franco?” Ashlee asked. “What his job is, it’s my job as well,” Jeff simply said. “How old are you?” Belle asked. “What do you think?” said Jeff.

“We need a face behind this. Now.” Jeffrey scanned the documents inside and closed the file slowly, almost too calmly. “You know about this?” Grandpa snapped. Jeffrey nodded. “Grandpa, I’m the CEO of Lu’s Corporation. Wouldn’t it be ridiculous if I didn’t?” “And you didn’t deem it fit to tell me?”

"Please calm down baby. What exactly is the matter?. Jefsexy said in his usual female tune trying to use his hands with his long beautiful painted finger to touch him in a sexy style as his usual manner. "Don't touch me.you're a snitch. How dare you betray me, you slept with that broke old donkey ass who called himself billionaire and signed a dump and useless contract with him.” He said, pulling his hands away from him. "How could you Jeffrey?. Have you forgotten where I picked you from?. You were a common cleaner who had no vision” “You were a dirty kid and I cleaned you up to take care of my ass alone and not to be fucking any damned useless old godforsaken ass you find on the street". He

Jeff is standing in front of Danny's desk and talking to her about some legal document. "Hey, Jeff, my man. What's up?" I ask as I move closer to the desk. Jeff turns and a large smile spreads across his face. He's a good guy. "We don't have an appointment, but I can always make time for you, Van. I've been betting on a paternity suit for a few years now." He laughs, like this is the funniest joke on earth.

"How long were you here?" "Just 45 minutes now." "Hi, Jeffrey, I'm Jane Mendez, call me Jen." Jen said, standing to shake his hand. "Hi, well, I have to go." Jeffrey said and was about to walk out when he signaled me to come along. "Well, can I be excused too?" I asked. They nodded and I followed Jeffrey up the stairs. We got to the room. "Guess what?" I asked and at the same time he said, "I have something for you."

I couldn't help but watch him with anticipation as he started eating, trying to see when the perfect moment would come. Before I could speak, Jason cleared his throat. “I've been thinking about something all night, something I have to tell you,” he said, his tone serious but somehow excited. “Oh?” I set down my knife, adjusting myself even if I was sitting correctly. “What do you want to tell me?” I asked, my eyes momentarily flickering with excitement as I waited for him to speak. While waiting, I reached and shifted the small plate I had prepared to use for the surprise to the other side.

I repeated. Jeffrey smiled and walked toward the kitchen. “It’s mine,” he said. “It’s where I run when the world feels too loud.” He giggled and waved me over to the dining area. “You always cook for me. Let me do it this time.” I exhaled, shaking my head a little. “Who else knows about this place?” He reached for a chopping board. “No one.” I arched my brow. “Well,” he added, “my mum knows I got a place. But she has no idea where it is.”