Chapter Nine

Ella.

I wore a sundress. Jordan cupped my face in his hands and brushed his mouth across mine with heartrending tenderness. His gaze remained haunted.

"Lunch?" i asked feeling the need to cling to the connection between us.

"I have a business lunch." he ran his fingers through my loose hair. "would you come with? Our driver can drop you off after"

"I would love to come along." his haze softened.

Dressed in formal clothes he looked somber yet collected. I knew he was anything but. On the drive to the business lunch he cuddled me in his lap, i didn't speak more than a dozen words during the meal, which Jordan ordered for me.

I sat quietly at his side, my left hand resting on his hard thigh beneath the table cloth. A wordless affirmation for my commitment to him or is it our contract. One of his hands rested warmly over mine as he diacussed a new property he was acquiring.

With each hour that passed i felt the horror of the morning, i didn't know how to get him to talk to me or even ope