CHAPTER 8

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