Chapter Four

"Did you know that RID Miller would be working with our company?" I asked, flip pancakes on pan.

Jordan was sitting on the stool pantry, in front of his laptop and drinking his favorite chocolate milk. The habit that he always did in the morning before breakfast. "What? Are you serious?"

I nodded, giving him a glance that showed a surprised face. "Yeah, I'm serious. I heard it from my friend who heard it from the Director."

"Strange. It's not unusual for Rhysand to use an IT team from another company."

"Why?" I asked as I put the pancakes on the plate. I then took some white bread to make sandwiches.

"Because he has his own programmers—by the way can I eat them?" Jordan asked, his index finger pointing at the two pancakes.

I nodded.

"Well, as far as I know Rhysand prefers to use his own programmers because he doesn't like to be hassle." He continued while putting honey on top of the two pancakes.

"Couldn't have he just cooperated, right?"

Jordan nodded. "Can be."

I frowned, arranged two ham sandwiches on a plate and thrust them in front of him. "So the rumors I heard were the truth?" I muttered.

"Which one?"

"The rumors that he's a Company Owner who doesn't want to be bothered and also likes to have fun instead of running his company." I answered, walking around the counter to sit next to Jordan who was now eating his breakfast. I drank the mineral water first until half and then ate my share.

"Those rumors are true. Well, I guess whatever rumors you hear are the truth." Reply.

"Rumors that he is the perfect man? Handsome and sexy?"

Jordan shrugged, "That's probably based on individual judgment. I think he's a fat, ugly, obnoxious guy and a jerk. But you can also think of him differently." Jordan grimaced, he continued, "Or the other women."

"Why do you think of him like that?" I wrinkled not understand. If that's true, then I've been wrong all along. Good grief.

"Because to me he's like that."

"Don't be subjective, Jord."

He chuckled, "Okay, okay. The rumors are true, he's handsome—well, actually I'm much prettier," I pursed my lips. "—just like the rest of the Millero family. But Rhysand is more annoying and an asshole. Trust me, neither his good looks nor his charms are just a mask. Inside him is a terrible and disgusting monster." Jordan continued.

"So why doesn't he ever want to show his face in front of the media?"

"As far as I know, he just wants to play with the media, make anyone curious, and make his own image mysterious."

"Looks like he's a narcissistic bastard."

"Exactly. After all, you won't be curious anymore because you'll meet him." Jordan said while laughing.

I blushed not at the thought of meeting the mysterious Rhysand del Millero, I blushed at the prospect of meeting the Jordan family.

I felt nervous at the thought of it. Who doesn't get nervous when your boyfriend introduces you to his family? And who doesn't fear the impression with your boyfriend's family will have on you?

I feel it all.

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"Take care of yourself and wait for me, okay?" Jordan stroked my cheek as my car, which we used to drop him off, pulled up in the airport parking lot.

I nodded.

Jordan pulled my face in for a soft kiss and then let it go.

"I'm sorry for being a jerk last night."

I frowned, and then shook my head. "You don't need to apologize, Jordan. I understand." I really do understand. Like I said last night wasn't the first time, I'd always end up making up for Jordan and then forgetting about it.

Jordan sighed heavily, "I was afraid that you would walk away when I fuck it up again."

I licked my mouth wall, then sat on my side facing him. "You can tell what really happened to you, Jord."

I really wanted to know that, I wanted to really understand what was going on with him. Was he doing it because he really loves me in his own way by not wanting to touch me before we got married, or is there really something wrong that makes him not want to touch me any further.

Jordan looked at me with an angry and stern look. I don't know what he's thinking, but the gestures on his facial features tell me that the latter option is what's going on.

Am I just overconfident thinking Jordan will marry me?

Is he not going to do it, that's why he doesn't want to touch me?

Then why did he want to introduce me to his family?

I shook off the bad thoughts that threatened to come out that would make myself worse.

"I..."

"Are you gay?" I interrupted getting a burst of laughter from him.

"If I were gay I wouldn't make you a girfriend, and there's no way my thing would hard if it came into contact with you, honey."

"Then?"

"Nothing. Most importantly I promise that it won't happen again. I love you and don't think I don't want you. Okay?" His hand rose, stroking the top of my head gently.

"Okay."

Before he got out of the car, Jordan placed a soft kiss on my lips. I stared at his straight back as he walked towards the airport entrance. My hopes that Jordan would turn around and wave at me were dashed because he kept walking straight without looking back.

I grunted harshly, and then moved to sit behind the wheel, started the engine and then walked out of the airport area to my apartement. Today, I did take a day off just to spend a seemingly ordinary morning with Jordan and drive him to John F Kennedy airport for his trip to Chicago. I decided to head back to my apartement on Fifth Avenue, stop at the coffee shop for a good coffee and hope that my mood and day will improve with caffeine.

I went outside while tightening my jacket because of the cold Manhattan autumn weather that just had a heavy rain in the early morning. So I was cold and wore two layers of clothing: a t-shirt and a bigger hoodie. Even so, Jordan didn't hug me last night, all I know is that cuddling can keep us warm. As always done by my father and mother who sometimes often hug everywhere. Daddy said he was cold and only Mommy could keep him warm.

But Jordan was still sleeping, on his back and looking very sound.

I shook off the bad thoughts that came up again. I'm not going to complain about his sleeping attitude. Oh for Jesus' sake, I'm not a kid anymore, and I can warm myself without asking anyone for a hugs.

My thoughts stopped wandering as I inhaled the smoky coffee aroma that warmed my nose. I walked over to the counter and stood at the end of the short queue.

I occasionally nodding and smiling in response for the greetings of some of the regular customers that I often meet and some of the waiters who pass by. Of course they know me. I always make time to come here, order coffee for myself and order for Gabriel. However, there were also some people I didn't know who also smiled at me—most of whom were men.

I pouted wryly.

I took my phone out of my jacket and opened I*******m because I was too lazy to converse with strangers. As usual, one or two men would approach and pretend to ask something unimportant. Like 'hey are you a regular customer here? What do you think of the coffee? Oh yeah what's your name? Do you live near here? Hey, do you really like coffee? Oh yeah why are you alone? Do you want a company? Can I ask your I*******m user or your phone number because I want to come here again and I want a menu recommendation from you."

Yes, I know that too well. Most of them say the same pattern, and it will end with me choosing to leave with work reasons.

I know their real reasons, and that makes me sick. I am a busy woman, and I have a boyfriend. Apart from Jordan there is no other man who can distract me. Therefore, I as much as possible stay away from men who want to approached with some intent or mode.

I reached the counter, and I ordered a large mocha latte.

"Have you been fired?" the question from the girl in front of me made me chuckle.

"The company will lose if I get fired."

"Then why are you still hanging around in three o'clock?" she asked. A girl named Angel was one of the waitress who was a bit close to me, and she's my neighbour. Of course we became close and she know about my working hours.

"I'm taking time off to take Jordan to the airport."

"Ah your boyfriend. I thought you two had broken up." Angel chuckled silly while typing orders on the screen, I shook my head.

"We didn't." I pulled out my wallet and put four dollars on the counter.

Angel pursed her lips and then said, "Just wait, madam."

As I moved to the other end of the counter to wait for my drink, something caught my eye.

Not something but someone who just walked in.

The man in a gray hoodie covering his side features, making me unable to see his face. He came and immediately went to the counter of the two women in the front row who had seen him and quickly faced forward with an expression like he had just seen an actor. Without looking at the face, I'm sure he's handsome, his athleticism like actor Armie Hammer makes me sure. There's no way the two women in front of the guy made an expression like 'my panties are wet because a guy from behind me' if that guy's face was like James Corden or Conan O'Brien.

I didn't mean to insult Mr. Corden or Mr. O'Brien. They were great and handsome, but not handsome like the way that he had.

I think.

From what I noticed there was a step counter sports watch on his athletic hand. It looked like he had just finished running. I found it strange because I only found out that someone was running at three o'clock in the evening and in this weather. If I'm not working and I'm not dropping Jordan off, maybe I'd rather be in front of my laptop, watching a movie while My bodies under a thick blanket.

My name was called, and it brought me back from my daydream. I stepped closer to the stool and took my order. As I stood here, I could feel the gaze from him. I chose to ignore it and thanked the waiter and then started walking out.

My hand that was about to open the car door stopped when a hand, a bigger one, grabbed me and made me turn around.

"The fuck?!" I cursed and glared, seeing that the one who pulled me carelessly was the man who was in the cafe just now.