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Chapter Three

"Amanda,"

The call made me, who was confused, flinch at that sound. Jordan was standing from the lobby couch, waving and smiling handsomely at me. I just walked towards him with the same smile, and when I reached him, I immediately hugged my boyfriend, who was returned, with a tight hug. He hugged me back tightly.

We haven't seen each other for two weeks because he has to go to Madrid to meet his family, and then he went to India for do his noble work.

I really miss Jordan.

"Did you wait long?" I asked, pulling my head away from Jordan's chest, looking up to see his handsome face.

Jordan shook his head, "No, honey. I've only been here for fifteen minutes."

I hit his stomach lightly, "It's the same."

Jordan chuckled softly, "Okay. Okay." He smiled and stroked my hair. "Then do you want to have dinner? It's to pay for me who's been waiting here for you for so long?" he asked. 

I nod.

Jordan smiled and kissed the top of my head before we leave my office.

I met Jordan a year and a half ago. He came to a charity event organized by my cousin and in fact they also know each other very well. I, at first, really didn't care about Jordan. Because we had very little interaction and I wasn't interested in making friends with anyone. We are close because I help his company to use my company's IT services. Being secretary to the Director of Project Management allows me to easily recommend projects from other company.

Later, we became close and often went out together. Comfort and admiration is what I feel when I'm with him. He was a kind, simple and generous man. I'm pretty sure he won't hurt me. Then with all my feelings, I accepted his offer to be his girlfriend two months later.

And here we are..

We ended up having dinner at the cafe in Central Park. The night atmosphere does not make this place deserted, it's even more crowded with many shows.

I'm enjoying this. Enjoyed the simplicity of our dinner. That's what I love about Jordan Millero. A man who's simple, kind and humble even though he comes from the richest family in the world. He wasn't arrogant and haughty like a man who usually came from an unusual family. Even during our one year of dating, I could count the number of times he took me to fancy restaurants and fancy parties. It's not that he doesn't want to take me or stingy with his girlfriend but that was because Jordan didn't like being there. He prefers to eat a lot of street food to satisfy his stomach rather than eating food from expensive restaurants that have small portions. He will not be satisfied with that. That's why Jordan doesn't like parties or spending money in expensive restaurant.  

And that's one of the reasons I like him.

He's cute and adorable. He's the best package of my life.

Handsome, rich and humble. Luck seemed to be on my side this time after the bad fate that befell me two years ago.

If only I was a virgin, I'd be happy to give it to Jordan. He's the one who deserves it, not some asshole who left a million dollar check and disrespectful note on me at the hotel two years ago.

"Are you going back to Chicago?" I asked, putting a big size burger into his mouth which he managed to grab half of.

"I'll be back tomorrow, and headed for Africa. Burundi to be exact." Jordan replied while chewing while I was still gawking at a piece of leftover food.

I quickly came to my senses, staring at Jordan with a deep frown on my forehead, "Why so soon? We've only just met, Jord." I said wearily.

One thing I don't like is this. Jordan is always busy. As the Director of the Foundation which is engaged in philanthropy, he has little time to relax with me. Plus I am also busy.

Sometimes we only meet twice a month because of our busy lives. Jordan will only have time when he come back from cities that are in the midst of war and poverty. Such as Palestine, Iran and Pakistan or countries in Africa.

I have great respect and admiration for his work and his dedication to changing people's lives, but I am also a human and a woman who wants to spend some time, a lot, with my boyfriend. Not only that, I also sometimes worry if he becomes a victim there. Something bad could have happened to him and...

"Hey, I'm sorry." He said, making me wake up from my brief daydream.

I shook my head, putting the burger on the plate. "It's okay, I'm sorry. I understand that." I smiled to comfort Jordan.

He shook his head with an annoyed expression.

Oh no! I'm the one who feeling bad right now.

"I can spare two more days—"

"I don't want to push that. I totally understand, Jord. It's fine."

Jordan was silent for a moment with his brown eyes fixed on me.

"Jordan, I'm totally fine. Really. I'm just worried if something bad happens to you." I say slowly.

"I really love you, Mandy." He said in a gentle tone that also sounded firm, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

I smiled back at him, came closer and placed a quick peck on Jordan's lips, "Me too."He tugged at the nape of my neck before I even pulled away, pulling me in a long deep kiss. I have to be grateful for this dimly lit cafe because that way I won't be worried that people will notice this indecent scene.

Well, I'm still a shy woman and feel uncomfortable doing these kinds of things in public.

"I promise," pausing, Jordan sighed against my lips, "I'll take you to Madrid when I get back from there."

I blinked, "Madrid? Why?"

Jordan smoothed the strands of hair that were on my face, tucking them behind my ear. "I'll introduce you to my family, baby."

Surprise hit me, making my stomach churn for a moment. My eyes bulged like I had just seen a ghost. Jordan chuckled. "Are you serious?" I asked in surprise.

Jordan nodded, "One hundred percent serious. I've actually wanted to introduce you to them for a long time. But I...well.. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I'm sorry if I make you feel that way right now. I'm in a relationship and this is the perfect time to introduce my girlfriend. We're twenty-six years old and I'm sure I want to be serious with you. Do... do you want to come with me?"

Without hesitation, I nodded vigorously. Well, during our one year of dating, we never met each other's parents. We occasionally only talked about our parents, but never knew in person. I may have seen Zello del Millero and Jasmine Millero—Jordan's parents—on television or in business magazines, but I'm still really curious about them.

I can't calm down before meeting them for real. And hearing Jordan who wants to be serious with me right now... I really feel happy and excited. I was really wanted and loved by him.

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Jordan had laid me down on the couch in the living room of my apartment. I was about to take my shirt off when the crush of his lips on my neck became hot bites, but then I stopped when he stopped.

I opened my eyes, blinking in confusion as I watched Jordan raise his body, closing his eyes.

"Jord, what's wrong?" I asked, holding back the frustration that rose in my throat when Jordan stopped.

"I'm sorry." He exhaled roughly, and slowly moved away from my still lying body on the sofa. Now, he stepped and then sat on the sofa opposite me.

I swallowed hard to stop the urge to blow my temper on him. This happens not just once but very often. Jordan would stop halfway when I wanted more. I don't know what made him stop. I don't know what stopped him even though I know he reacts with my touch.

Well, in our one year of dating, he never touched me too much—which disappointed me because I wanted what other women want.

Making Love.

A Sex.

"You do know that you can tell me what happened to you, don't you?" I asked, still with my eyes closed in irritation.

I can't vent it. I can't tell him I'm not okay. I couldn't because Jordan loved me so well in his own way, and sex probably wasn't the main factor in making our relationship work. But the wild side of me wanted it.

Physical touch is my love language, and also we are not people from the East, we are westerners where sex is a natural thing. Jordan's always avoiding makes me feel annoyed and makes me think bad. I'm afraid that the reason behind him not wanting to touch me more is because he has another woman and doesn't want to touch anyone but that woman.

What if it's true?

"I'm sorry, Amanda. I..."

I opened my eyes and put on a fake smile. I got up from my lying position and sat, facing him. "I'm fine. I just want to know why you always stop when we..." I stopped and smiled wider at his hardened face. "It's okay. Maybe you're tired, we can just rest. Tomorrow you have to leave, right? You should get a better sleep." I continued knowingly while standing still staring at his hardened face.

There's something, I thought to myself, but I didn't want to say anything. I leaned closer to him, lowered my face, kissed his forehead quickly.

"You can go back to your place and rest. I'm fine." I said and then started to leave him when he held my hand.

"I'll sleep with you."

I looked at his face with a faint smile and nodded my head. Understand that he meant really sleeping' not in any other sense. "I'll use the bathroom first."

Jordan smiled, he got up from his seat without letting go of his grip. Kissed my cheek with a short but gentle kiss. "Whatever it is, you should know that I love you, Amanda."

"I know."

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