Jordan stood rooted on his spot, his eyes glued towards the face of the woman that has been etched permanently in his brain and most especially in his heart.
His insides are screaming madly at the sight of the woman in front of him. His heart started pounding with so much intensity and he could feel the heavy load that he has been carrying for the past six years suddenly lifting off his shoulders.
Rachel, he thought desperately.
He looked intently down at the dark green orbs that are staring elegantly up at him, smiling. But it faltered a bit and he realized that he had somehow uttered the name. He felt his heart squeeze tightly and finally felt himself taking a step towards her with one hand reaching for her outstretched hand.
As if in slow motion, the moment Jordan had his palm touched hers, he closed his hand over hers and immediately pulled her towards him. He gathered her tightly into his arms, pulling her to his chest and resting his chin on her head.
“You’re alive. I knew you’re alive. I never doubted. F8ck, Rachel, you’re alive,” he whispered continuously gratefully. He was running his hands through her hair, inhaling her scent. “Most of them pressured me to end the search and I finally did. But I didn’t believe deep down that you’re dead. I was right. You’re not dead, Rachel. Thank God that you’re back. I was so lost without you.”
Jordan bent down and dropped a long kiss on her forehead before hugging her again to him.
“Mr. Cunningham -,” Mason stated uneasily beside him.
He looked towards his secretary and suddenly realized that Rachel is struggling frantically in his arms, doing everything that she can in pushing him away. She is pushing against him to free herself from his tight grip.
“Let go of me!” She exclaimed, placing both of her hands on his chest, and doing everything she can in pushing him away. Her eyes were filled with anger but most of all confusion. “Get your hands off of me!”
Jordan, confused on her reaction loosened his hold and if it wasn’t for Mason, he would have stumbled back. He looked towards Rachel and saw her, fixing herself and moving away from him. He looked at Mason and immediately he gestured towards the hotel manager, the two of them ushering the staff out of the dining area.
He knew without looking back that Mason had already called his bodyguards to watch over the doors and not let anybody inside.
“Rachel, it’s me. It’s Jordan,” he started calmly. He raised his hand to reach for her but drop it down immediately when he saw her reaching for the knife on the table. “Sweetheart, don’t you remember me? I’m Jordan Cunningham.”
“I don’t know you!” Rachel screamed at him.
Those four words felt like a blow to Jordan’s heart as she continued to step back away from him, pointing the knife at him. She was looking at him fearfully and was reaching for her phone on the table.
Jordan stared at her in confusion.
“Rachel, I’m not going to hurt you,” he started again slowly. “Put the knife down. You might hurt yourself.”
“Stay away!” She yelled at him as she placed her phone on her ear. She kept looking back at him cautiously, knife in the air. She dialed the number again and murmuring. “Pick up. Pick up!”
“Don’t you remember who I am?” Jordan asked again.
Jordan remained on his spot, studying her intently. Aside for the color of her hair which is now a long, honey, brown hair, everything about her scream to him that she is Rachel Hamilton. His Rachel, who was on her way to their wedding but was ambushed with gunmen. His Rachel who told him over the phone while crying that she loved him and even had apologized for wanting a church wedding.
Something that she had blamed herself with.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Rachel,” Jordan said pleadingly. He took a step towards her but stopped when she back against the wall, waving the knife in the air. “My name is Jordan and you are Rachel Hamilton. We were supposed to get married a few years ago but you figured in an accident.”
He saw her eyes darted towards the door, as if waiting for someone to rescue her.
“Put the knife down, sweetheart. You might hurt yourself,” he pleaded again. He took another step towards her and stopped again so she wouldn’t run away. “Please. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Jordan then looked towards Mason, who is waiting for any instructions from him. “Call Xavier Thornton and Adam Fielding to come here immediately,” he ordered firmly. “Call my private investigator as well. Tell them to be here within two hours and I don’t give a damn if they are in a meeting or doing something else!”
“Yes, Mr. Cunningham.”
Rachel used that brief exchange of Jordan and Mason to distance herself further from him. When Jordan looked back at her, she is already rushing towards the door, talking and sobbing over the phone.
“Rachel!” Jordan called and in less than ten strides, he caught her by the waist and immediately gripped her arms to keep her from hitting him. He checked down to make sure that she won’t be able to start kicking him and then started to shake her gently. “Rachel, it’s Jordan! Let me explain everything to you.”
The woman shook her head, her cries getting hysterical.
“Let go of me. Please I’m begging you,” she pleaded desperately, trying everything that she can to push him away. “My name is Maya Griffiths! You must have made a mistake! Let go of me, Mr. Cunningham.”
Jordan could only think of one thing right now to get her to stop. Pushing her arms down to her sides, he bent down and pressed his lips on hers, kissing her hungrily and deeply. Inhaling her scent that he had so much missed as he deepened the kiss, pouring out for the past six years everything he has been bottling up inside from missing her.
“What the f8ck are you doing?!”
Strong arms suddenly pulled Jordan off Rachel and a hard fist connected with his jaw, making him stumble back and landing hardly against the chairs and table. Jordan’s eyes hardened as he turned coldly to the person who dared pulled him off.
Mason and the hotel manager rushed towards Jordan and immediately helped him back on his feet. The bodyguards as well suddenly flanked behind him, protecting their employer.
Grayson St. Claire is standing in front of him with Rachel in his arms, wiping her tear-stained face and murmuring some words of comfort.
To HIS woman!!!
That angered Jordan intensely and he balled his hands into tight fists and took a step towards him threatheningly.
"Let go of her!" Jordan growled warningly.
Pushing her behind his back, Grayson turned towards Jordan and the glare in his eyes has the same intensity that is coming out from Jordan’s as well. The next words that came out of Grayson’s mouth sent Jordan spiraling into rage.
“Don’t you dare touch my fiancé again!”
Jordan ferociously pushed the double doors open to his penthouse suite at the West Wing of The Oceanview Hotel and stalked towards the bar counter, grabbing the whiskey counter. He cursed violently when the glass he grabbed fell on the marbled-tiles floor, crashing into pieces.“You need to calm down, Jordan,” Xavier Thornton advised firmly as he took another glass and poured his friend a drink. He handed it to Jordan who drank it in one go and poured him another. “Let’s think this through. Maybe something happened.”“F8ck that son of a b1tch!” Jordan yelled angrily. He gripped the glass so hard that it surprisingly crashed in his hands, cutting through his skin and blood coming out. However, he seemed to pay no heed. “How dare he put a claim on her!! How dare he touched her!”“Call the hotel doctor and nurse, Mason!” Adam Fielding barked firmly. “Get them up here immediately!”Jordan walked towards the large and long couch and sat down, breathing heavily. His thoughts drifted to the
Jordan raised the glass he is holding with his uninjured hand and took a drink from the amber liquid that he has been going through for the past hour. He placed the glass on the table beside him and managed to glance at the clock on the wall. A quarter past twelve in the early morning. He had been sitting on the single sofa since Xavier and Adam took off as well as Mason after sending them off abruptly. He is going through another countless round of drinks, ignoring the meal his secretary thoughtfully ordered for him, as he stared through on just one direction from his window at the opposite side of the hotel. Specifically, the penthouse of the east wing where he knows that Rachel is staying in. With Grayson St. Claire. “What the f8ck are you talking about?!” Jordan bellowed as he approached Grayson angrily, trying to intimidate him. “The woman behind you is my fiancé, you f8cking piece of shit. Get out of my way!” Grayson didn’t back away from him. Instead, he placed a hand on Jo
*** FLASHBACK ***“I got to hand it to you, Ms. Hamilton!” Jordan had sneered coldly as Rachel is being dragged behind him by his bodyguards to one room in the second floor of the Cunningham’s mansion. “All the women had tried everything in making sure that my grandfather gets to catch me with them in bed! You’re the only one who had done that! How very clever of you!”Rachel was struggling from the grip on her arms.“I didn’t know it was you! My drink was drugged and my mind was hazy! I could even have sauntered up to your grandfather and seduced him!” She protested indignantly. She tried pulling her arms away. “You’re hurting me! Let go!!!”Jordan stopped and he turned murderously to the woman, whom he was caught with in a compromising position by his grandfather a few days. Word immediately got out and it graced the gossip column the following day. He stalked towards her as she continues to struggle from his bodyguards that picked her up from the restaurant that she is working for.
Grayson stared down quietly at Maya’s sleeping form while sitting quietly on his side of the bed in the room that they are sharing. He stared at the clock across him and saw it turned to one in the morning. Lightly, he reached out and brushed some hair off her face and pulled the blanket over her chest and watched her snuggle comfortably on the bed.He then stood up and went out of their room, heading towards the bar counter and poured himself a glass of scotch. He took it in one drink and poured himself another shot and walked towards the sofa, rubbing the back of his neck.He managed to look towards the balcony, across from the wing of the penthouse they’re occupying and frowned when he saw the lights of the penthouse, he knew being occupied by that Jordan Cunningham still on and saw his physical form.Has he been watching us here since we went up? He thought darkly.To further anger the man, Grayson casually sauntered and pulled the curtains closed. He turned towards the sofa and h
Maya splashed some cold water on her face the following day, washing off the facial foam she applied and then reaching for a towel to pat her skin dry after she took a bath. She looked at herself in the mirror as she tied her hair up, nodded and smiled at herself.After putting on her robe and tying the belt, she went out from the room and made her way to the suite’s dining area, passing through the foyer that has a center table with a nice, giant flower arrangement and she stopped for a while to admire it, taking a picture with her phone.She finally made her way to the dining area and found Grayson on the table, drinking his coffee while reading a document.“Good morning,” she greeted softly, standing behind him and placed her arms around him and gave him a soft and long kiss on the cheek before she took her seat beside him. She smiled at him warmly and thanked the staff assigned in the suite when her coffee was served. “What’s that you’re reading?”Grayson placed the document on on
Jordan looked up from the report on the hotel’s operating facilities when Mason came inside his office in The Oceanview Hotel that he had acquired months ago, clearing his throat on a sunny Wednesday morning. “Ms. Griffiths has arrived, sir and already at the dining area checking the progress of the renovation works,” he informed formally. “The instructions you also gave is waiting outside on top of my desk.” Jordan immediately got up on his feet and smoothed down his front, straightening his tie and reaching for his jacket and putting it on immediately. He looked at his reflection on one window and tidied up his hair. “What do you think?” He asked his secretary, holding out his hands at his sides. “Think she’ll be less afraid of me now? I don’t look like the cold and callous executive that I’ve been hearing about, right?” Mason rolled his eyes at him, something that only he can do from those working with him. “I value my tenure under your employ, Mr. Jordan. As well as my life,” h
Maya opened the door to her suite and gripped the knob a little bit tight when she saw two porters in front of her, greeting her warmly and carrying large flower arrangements in a white vase respectively. The first arrangement is a combination of roses and peonies and the second is an arrangement of white, blush and purple tulips.“Please place the roses and peonies on the living room and the tulips on the kitchen counter,” she said with a smile and stepped back from the door to let them in. She watched as they did what she requested. “Let me guess. You’re still not going to accept any tip from me.”“It’s taken care of, Ms. Griffiths,” they answered in unison.After they left and closing the door, Maya walked straight to the kitchen counter and reached for the envelop from the arrangement. She took out the card and read the message.“You want to know who I’m in love with?” The card started. “Just read the first word again. I’ll see you soon. Love, Grayson.”Maya smiled as she placed t
Grayson got out of the car when it finally stopped in front of The Oceanview Hotel and straighten out his sports jacket. He looked towards the entry and waited for Thomas to stand beside him as he handed his luggage to a porter.“Are you really sure that you don’t want to come with us, Thomas?” Grayson asked as they went through the doors. “I already told you there’s a room for you and Maya would love to have you there.”“I’m going to be okay here, Mr. Grayson,” Thomas replied. He arched one eyebrow at his boss knowingly. “I’m sure you and Ms. Maya missed each other and I don’t want to intrude. Or more likely a witness to the testament of your deep love for her.”“I really should have forced you to transfer work with my mother,” Grayson snapped at him lightly. However, he grins after saying that statement when Thomas only walked ahead of him smugly towards the reception for check in. “Hey! I’ll go and check on Maya. Then let’s grab some lunch at one of the restaurant’s here.”“I’ll ta