LOGINđšJORDYN đšI blinked my eyes at Declan to make sure I wasnât hallucinating. He wanted me to date him? For what? Six months?I sat upright in my chair, dropped the glass carefully on his table, and faced him with narrowed eyes.âIâm sorry, Mr. Hawthorne. But, I donât quite understand.âHe shrugged, took a sip from his glass and muttered nonchalantly. âI made myself very clear.ââYour girlfriend?â I scoffed in disbelief. âWhy? You donât even know me.âOr did he have a hidden motive behind it? Being the sneaky, two-faced person I was, I knew when people did something like that, it was probably for an agenda.A secret motive.And my gut feeling told me that Declan had one. Even when I wasnât sure what it was yet.He tutted, his eyes fixed intently on me in a way that left me⌠self aware.âYouâre a pretty woman, Stalkie.ââItâs Jordyn.ââDaring too,â he added, ignoring the correction. âResilient, persistent, and thatâs exactly what Iâm looking for.ââIf this is about the frequent meetin
đšJORDYN đšI didnât see Declan or Tyrique for the rest of the night. I called a cab that drove me back home, and reminisced about what had happened.My fingers brushed against Declanâs card, and a small smile crept over my lips. Finally, Iâd gotten through to him.And I didnât even do that with Tyâs help. When the car pulled up in front of my gates, I stepped out, and paid him before walking inside.Melissa wasnât in her room as usual, and I knew she was probably working overnight at the animal shelter.Taking off my wine-stained dress, I replayed every second with Declan.His hands had been on my waist. His eyes had held mine for only a heartbeat, yet my pulse refused to settle.I hated myself for remembering how it felt.Because that same man had stolen the only thing that had ever mattered to me.After what felt like hours of overthinking, I finally walked into the shower, had a wake bath, then retired to bed.*âJordyn Mercer,â I said quietly. âIâm here to see Mr. Hawthorne.âI
JORDYN đšI didnât wait to see what anyone else was doing.Not Ty. Not Vanessa. Not the eyes I could still feel lingering on me.I turned away, desperate to be anywhere but under those chandelier lights. The sting of wine on my skin had dried slightly, but the embarrassment lingered. My dress clung in places it shouldnât, and every step away from that spot sent my heart racing at a breakneck pace.I needed air... Or silence. Or both.Declan had ordered for the broken mess to be cleaned. And while the cleaners attended to it, he turned and walked away without another word.One of the women passed by me with a polite smile, but I only gave a brief nod in return.âIâm fine,â I muttered before she could even ask. I wasnât, but that wasnât the point.Iâd been thereâwith Declan. Weâd been close, his hand tightly wrapped around my waist, and his hot breath against my face.And it had done something to my insides.For a second, Iâd almost forgotten my words, and allowed myself to be captiva
JORDYN đšI felt all eyes on me the moment I walked into that hall. Heads turned, voices whispered, and I swore that they were talking about me.I looked down at the black dress fitting perfectly against my body, the diamond stones shining each time the light touched them. The slit moved against my leg as I walked, and a few loose curls fell around my face from my updo.People stared.Just the way I wanted.My confidence merged with my aura. I walked with my shoulders high, my purse clutched tightly as I cat-walked to the center of the room.My eyes quietly scanned the space for Declan. I couldnât find him, but another familiar face caught my eyes instead.She stood talking to someone in a corner, her dress glistening under the chandelier lights. Her eyes turned to me briefly before fixing intently as she stepped forward.Vanessa.âMs. Jordyn,â she called surprisingly, just the same way I stared at her. âI never knew you attended⌠these.ââYour husband invited me.â I wanted to respon
JORDYN đšI walked quietly towards him, my arms crossed tightly as our gazes locked. Ty sat there, a smirk curved on his lips.âI donât appreciate people who barge into my privacy, Mr. Sinclair.âHe chuckled, drummed his fingers against his thighs, and uttered calmly.âI thought this place was an office.ââAnd I donât recall having an appointment with you,â I retorted, walking straight to my chair. âWhat do you want this time, Mr. Sinclair?âI pushed my chair backward and took a seat, deliberately ignoring eye contact with him. Ty pushed his body forward, his hands tapping against the table.âHow was your meeting?âI traced the sarcasm in his voice. Picking up the files in front of me, I flashed him a cold glance.âYouâre seriously asking me that after pushing your boundaries yesterday?âHe knew what I was talking about. I watched him shrug nonchalantly, mischief gleaming in his eyes.âYou can thank me later.âI scoffed. âYou kissed me, Mr. Sinclair.ââDid you enjoy it?âHeat crawled
JORDYN đšIt still felt like a dream. Ty kissed me in front of Declan like we were a couple or had something romantic going on. I stepped away from him immediately, my cheeks flushing with heat.It was a good thing the space was empty. Else, I wouldnât have been able to face the scandal from the paparazzi.Satisfied with what heâd done, he retreated slowly, eyes fixed on Declan until he walked back to his car.I heard him shut his car door, my heart racing as I prayed for him to drive away. But before he did that, his voice popped out again.âDonât forget to call me when youâre done.âMy throat tightened.Why was he deliberately trying to ruin my chances with Declan?They seemed like rivals. What if Declan paid no attention to my business proposal after what heâs seen?My ears picked up the sound of his car speeding off, and I heaved a deep sigh of relief. Declan had already walked into Maison Valère when I raised my head.I rearranged my hair, brushed my lips slightly with my fing
đšJORDYN đšâWhereâs my husband?â Vanessa asked one of the housekeepers after weâd taken our spots at the table.I pretended not to pay attention to whatever she was saying, knowing fully well that Iâd barely escaped from his room.âI informed Don about twenty minutes ago, andâ" the housekeeper beg
đšJORDYN đšAt exactly three-thirty pm, I stood outside the gates of the Sinclairsâ estate. Vanessa wanted me over by three, but I didnât want to appear desperate by sticking to time.Even though Iâd been within the vicinity since two pm, sitting in the car and waiting patiently to show up late.Fo
JORDYNâMs. Jordyn?âVanessaâs voice wasnât enough to make me open my eyes, so she snapped her fingers in my face instead.Slowly, I blinked them open, and the first person I saw after inhaling the familiar scent of cedar wood was⌠Tyrique.He stood tall. He was dressed in a tailored tuxedo, lookin
JORDYNThe rain drizzled against the window, and my chest tightened instantly.I hated rain.It didnât just remind me of the pastâit dragged me back into it. Voices whispering⌠to run⌠hide⌠disappear.And right now, it felt like I was reliving the past all over again at the sight of the rain outsi







