CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO *The Scottish sexy Horse keeper! *Roughly ten minutes later, the white-coloured Hilux squealed to a halt, startling the poor horses which were neighing in response, in front of the stables where Drake was already waiting. Momentarily, The passenger's car door flung open, revealing Mr Jordan dressed in brown denim jeans and a polo T-shirt with a white baseball cap. He also wore dark shades and hiking boots. He held his breath as the other passenger's door tugged open. She hopped down with a little difficulty, adjusting her jeans. She wore black denim jeans buckled with a leather belt and a V-neck-shaped polo T-shirt and knee-height dress boots. She pushed the car door closed and came to her father's side and they both held hands while walking towards the stables. In a closer view, he could make out that her blonde hair was pulled back up into a sleek low bun. Thus, accentuating her oval-shaped face. Damn, she looked more breathtaking and absolutely gorgeo
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE *Her childhood Trauma*"Wait a minute, Are you serious?!" Mr. Jordan nodded, smiling widely. "101%. Don't tell me you forgot?" She swallowed with confusion furrowing her brows. "but I do remember, as clear as day, that the incident happened when I was eighteen years old. I can never forget that. I never realized I gave her a name. I must have been..." her voice faltered. How could she forget the day she broke a leg? The day she nearly gave up on walking ever again? The very day she saw her life slipping out of her very hands. She was helpless and miserable. The day she thought she was done for. She had never been more afraid! That day is ingrained in her memory like a marking that has been stamped in her head with a permanent marker. An indelible mark. Her father smiled at her ruefully, clamping a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I understand love. You were so traumatized by the incident that you forgot. I'm sorry to dig up some bad memories for you. I didn
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR *Focus Drake, Focus! *"I will not take it lightly this time. If any harm comes to my daughter, I will fire you immediately! Is that clear?" his voice was brusque and menacing. His dark shades were still on so Drake couldn't make out his expression. Although he suspected that Mr Jordan would react this way following the horse fall mishap that happened to Janice recently, however, he was a little taken aback by his words. Apparently, Mr Jordan doesn't look like he gave a damn about him playing the hero two weeks ago. His daughter's safety is of paramount importance to him and he's willing to fire him if the need arises. Talk about being hyper-protective! Under normal circumstances, he would have simply walked out without looking back, but he simply can't afford to sabotage his family's plans of revenge. Mr Jordan deserves every bad thing coming to him for all the pain he had caused his family. For his father's untimely death. For his mother's sickness, su
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE *She has the generational Jordan's blood coursing through her veins for fuck's sake! *In a swift and efficient grip, he held her waist and mounted her unto the saddle of the horse. The horse snorted softly, wagging her tail. Her breath hitched in her throat as she held unto the reins with all her might. Drake noticing her discomfort whispered to her, "Are you okay?" She swallowed thickly and nodded, her hands still clutching the reins. What is this sudden fear gripping her? Is her Childhood trauma coming back to hunt her again? No! Today was supposed to be a challenge and not fear. She already vowed that she would own up to the task and ride a horse by herself today. Nothing is going to stop her now! Not even her past! Besides, Drake is right here by herself. No harm will come to her. A warm hand clasped hers and she jolted in alarm, almost tripping off the horse. Instantly, Drake's strong hands on her waist steadied her on the horse. She looked do
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX *Blame it on sex deprivation! *They kicked the horses into a slow gait as they cantered down the hilly path overlooking the small waterfall. The beautiful brightly-colored prunus Kanzan trees swayed in the late afternoon, glowing with splendor. The late afternoon breeze wafted over them. Her Dad, Mr. Jordan was ahead of them. She turned to steal a glance at Drake. He was so relaxed on a horse as they rode at a sauntering pace. He was an expert as he held on to the horse's reins with just one powerful hand. Very attractive and charming as he let his free hand run through his messy sandy hair. Sturdy biceps curved beneath the cotton shirt. As he raised his hand, letting it comb through his hair, his sweaty armpit soaking his shirt around that area, escaped into her view before it disappeared from her line of sight as he dropped his hand again. It was not only the armpit areas. The skin on the back of his neck glistened in sweat too. Damn! The sweat ma
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN *Why are these men trying so hard to prevent her from having a good time?*What the hell is she suggesting? Don't tell me she wants to venture for a steady lope with the mare? Which, as a matter of possibility will expose him to the risk of losing his job as Mr Jordan rightly stated earlier. And losing his job is not an option right now. A whole lot that mattered to him is banking on this. His family. His late father. Even his mother. Ah, of course, he suspected this after all. It's been ages, so it is expected that she would want to plunge into doing daredevil fits with the horse for the sake of making up for the long lost time. Hopefully, this will enable the opportunity for her childhood trauma to fizzle out gradually. He sucked in the late afternoon humid air into his nostrils and released them. "But it can be dangerous riding that fast with your mare. Besides, you still need some time to get used to it. This is for the best for now." He heard her
CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT *Her eighteenth birthday party*Hailey's flying lead change was seamless and she instantly flipped to the opposite lead, snorting in delight. They moved smoothly and speedily. The wind beat so mercilessly against her face and hair that her bun came undone and as a result, thick strands of rich blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and teased her face as the wind blew against it, blurring her vision. Shit! Hailey is taking a full bolt and the path they descended unto was rather rocky and uneven, causing her to jerk violently on the horse. She clutched the reins with her all the strength she could muster, fearing for her life and in that instance, her childhood trauma came creeping up on her again. Her heart thumped so loudly against her ribcage that she had to part her mouth to accommodate faster pants. She did not have the strength and stamina to check if she was being followed or trailed by Drake or her father. Her mare took off at an alarming speed.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE *The mystery birthday present*"Jordan! It was supposed to be a secret you loose mouth!" she hissed, poking him playfully at his side. She cleared her throat loudly, smiling awkwardly at Janice. "Don't mind your father. Now get some rest. Your big day is here. Love you bye!" She blew her kisses and nudged Jordan out of Janice's bedroom and closed the door behind him. Janice sighed deeply, wondering what her parents got her this time. She eased herself into the bed, resting her body lazily on it and kept pondering on what they could possibly have bought for her this time. There's nothing they cannot get her. So long as the money is available, they are more than willing to splurge on her. What is the ideal present for an eighteen years old girl though? Designer clothes, shoes and bags? Certainly not because she already got tons of them. A car? Nope. Mum had insisted it was still early for her. So what could it be? Exasperated she sighed deeply. I