Chapter Thirteen

Jordan .

My cell phone is ringing in my pocket when we walk back into the house with Leila from our dinner. I place the deserts we ordered to go on the kitchen counter before fumbling my pockets to see who might be calling. I was expecting a call from my private investigator all day, maybe it's him.

I look at the screen and it's actually Ella calling. We had not spoken since she ditched me.

Leila gives me a glance that implies she was asking who was calling me this late. I direct the call to voicemail and decide not to let Ella ruin my perfect night out with Leila . Things were going well so far, i think i might be open to giving us another chance. After Ella left me in the hotel after i told her how i felt i decided to give Leila a chance.

"Was it that hoe Ella?" Leila fired at me almost furious "Jordan i thought we went over this?"

"Babe you don't even know if it's actually Ella"

Instead of answering me, she scowled and shrugged her shoulders like a pelutant child.

"come on Leila "