Masukš¹JORDYN š¹I blinked my eyes at Declan to make sure I wasnāt 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.āIām sorry, Mr. Hawthorne. But, I donāt quite understand.āHe shrugged, took a sip from his glass and muttered nonchalantly. āI made myself very clear.āāYour girlfriend?ā I scoffed in disbelief. āWhy? You donāt even know me.āOr 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 wasnāt sure what it was yet.He tutted, his eyes fixed intently on me in a way that left me⦠self aware.āYouāre a pretty woman, Stalkie.āāItās Jordyn.āāDaring too,ā he added, ignoring the correction. āResilient, persistent, and thatās exactly what Iām looking for.āāIf this is about the frequent meetin
š¹JORDYN š¹I didnāt 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 Declanās card, and a small smile crept over my lips. Finally, Iād gotten through to him.And I didnāt even do that with Tyās help. When the car pulled up in front of my gates, I stepped out, and paid him before walking inside.Melissa wasnāt 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.*āJordyn Mercer,ā I said quietly. āIām here to see Mr. Hawthorne.āI
JORDYN š¹I didnāt 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 shouldnāt, 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.āIām fine,ā I muttered before she could even ask. I wasnāt, but that wasnāt the point.Iād been thereāwith Declan. Weād 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, Iād almost forgotten my words, and allowed myself to be captiva
JORDYN š¹I 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 couldnāt 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.āMs. Jordyn,ā she called surprisingly, just the same way I stared at her. āI never knew you attended⦠these.āāYour husband invited me.ā I wanted to respon
JORDYN š¹I walked quietly towards him, my arms crossed tightly as our gazes locked. Ty sat there, a smirk curved on his lips.āI donāt appreciate people who barge into my privacy, Mr. Sinclair.āHe chuckled, drummed his fingers against his thighs, and uttered calmly.āI thought this place was an office.āāAnd I donāt recall having an appointment with you,ā I retorted, walking straight to my chair. āWhat do you want this time, Mr. Sinclair?āI 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.āHow was your meeting?āI traced the sarcasm in his voice. Picking up the files in front of me, I flashed him a cold glance.āYouāre seriously asking me that after pushing your boundaries yesterday?āHe knew what I was talking about. I watched him shrug nonchalantly, mischief gleaming in his eyes.āYou can thank me later.āI scoffed. āYou kissed me, Mr. Sinclair.āāDid you enjoy it?āHeat crawled
JORDYN š¹It 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 wouldnāt have been able to face the scandal from the paparazzi.Satisfied with what heād 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.āDonāt forget to call me when youāre done.āMy 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 heās 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 ValĆØre when I raised my head.I rearranged my hair, brushed my lips slightly with my fing
š¹JORDYN š¹āWhereās my husband?ā Vanessa asked one of the housekeepers after weād taken our spots at the table.I pretended not to pay attention to whatever she was saying, knowing fully well that Iād barely escaped from his room.āI informed Don about twenty minutes ago, andā" the housekeeper beg
š¹JORDYN š¹At exactly three-thirty pm, I stood outside the gates of the Sinclairsā estate. Vanessa wanted me over by three, but I didnāt want to appear desperate by sticking to time.Even though Iād been within the vicinity since two pm, sitting in the car and waiting patiently to show up late.Fo
JORDYNāMs. Jordyn?āVanessaās voice wasnāt 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 didnāt just remind me of the pastāit 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







