CHAPTER 9

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