Chapter Fourty One

Nala.

The next morning, i sat across from Jordan as he watched me eat my breakfast. For a long time, I slept like a baby, I felt safe under his roof and I trusted him to take care of me. I was not afraid of anything harming me or anyone. I low key liked how he liked watching me eat. I had spent two days now in his house, and whenever we were eating he would watch me like I was the prettiest thing, and I loved it. I had never had someone look at me the way he did. Not even Salvatore. I had seen him look at my sister like that but never me.

He nodded approvingly when i managed to finish the omelet he had prepared, and he urged me to drink the glass of juice in front of me.

Jordan had chefs, servers, there were people everywhere, but he decided to personally cook for me.

Despite my anxiety and uncertainty, it felt good to be taken care of by this man. Even if i wasn’t entirely sure of my place in his world. He was solicitors of me, but at the same time he seemed distant. I wasn’t sure