“They’re quick,” Gavin commented to Jordan that evening when he arrived at the villa. “When St. Claire arrived at the station, he was immediately scheduled with judge and made bail. He’s already back. With that TRO against him, even one phone call to her will automatically be grounds against him. No one from his party can go near here. I made sure of that.”Jordan nodded at his lawyer, thanking his advance thinking in making sure that Maya will have in no way contact from St. Claire’s side.“And my wife?”“She’s staying in one condo unit owned by Grayson’s friend, The Bridgemour Residence,” Gavin answered. “She tried filing for a TRO as well but the judge could not find any grounds so it was denied.”Jordan nodded and after contacting the owner of the property, who is a good friend of his, he drove his car to the property. He knocked gently on the door of the unit where he was informed that Maya had occupied after getting out of the elevator.The moment she opened the door and saw him
Maya stared at the screen of her laptop, reviewing the report that her assistant had submitted with regards to the stocks that needs to be purchase as well as some damaged or loss items in the kitchen on a Monday morning.After making sure that she had reviewed them one by one, she clicked the print icon and reached for the papers at her right side. Collating them neatly, she stapled the documents and started signing each page.The door to her office opened and she looked up to see Jordan, filling the doorway.“I was expecting you at breakfast a while ago but you left early before I even got downstairs,” he remarked calmly as he went inside and closed the door. “And you didn’t bring the bodyguards and driver that I had assigned for you.”“I had a lot of things piled up that immediately needs to be sent out today,” she answered, gesturing at the documents she had so far reviewed, printed and signed. “They will be brought to Grayson for his signature as well.”“Are you sure, Maya?” Jord
**WARNING: This Chapter contains mature/sexual content. Read with discretion.**Jordan stared at Maya as she took a sip from her wine glass, as they went through their second bottle, that Friday early night and requested for another serve from the maid that is stationed behind her. He looked at the helper and shook his head at her.“You had more than enough, Maya,” Jordan reprimanded gently as finished his glass of wine as well. He watched in silent amusement as she reached for the cheese on her plate and started eating small portions. “Would you like some meat to go with it?”Maya looked at him and her eyes showed what she is going through right now.He finally had to smile at her tactics. “I was expecting by now that you’re already used to my presence and we’ve been sleeping together for the past six days,” he commented jovially. He laughed when Maya stared at him in horror and at the servants that are together with them. He nodded at them and watched as his staff left them alone. “
Grayson looked at the picture of the Cunningham photo in his laptop screen and moved his eyes over the faces before it landed on Jordan Cunningham that same night. The man stood behind his grandfather and had one hand on his shoulder.“Jordan is closer to his grandfather than of his own dad,” Nathan explained to him seriously earlier that day. “When his wife died due to some complications on the birth of their second child, he mourned by travelling and leaving them with the senior Cunningham.”“Over the years, Dexter Cunningham was the one who nurtured them, and started teaching Jordan their business,” his friend continued. “However, with the absence of both parents, Margaret, was spoiled by both of them, giving them whatever she wants. She grew up and met Clifford Stewart, a musician. The family was not happy about it especially Jordan.”Grayson only listened as Nathan narrated how the sister have been influenced by illegal drugs, how she got pregnant with Cassandra and then just lef
Maya opened her eyes in the dim lit room the following day, her body feeling drained. She looked down and saw Jordan’s one hand draped over her waist, feeling him breathing deeply behind her as he continued with his sleep.She looked towards the full height window draped with sheer curtains and saw the sky being lit up with the sun’s brightness. She glanced at Jordan when she felt him rolled onto his back, still sleeping deeply.Recalling what transpired the night before, she closed her eyes as it started to flood her mind. She knew that Jordan will be wanting something intimate to happen between them and as his wife, he expects her to do her side.When she saw Jordan’s determination to bed her last night, she tried as best as she could to get herself drunk, passing her limit of the number of glasses of wine she usually takes so that she will pass out. However, Jordan had seen through her strategy and before she could even ask for another glass, he had shooed the helpers away.Seeing
Jordan glanced at Maya quietly as the driver slowed down when the Cunningham estate came into view that night after picking her up.The drive was almost three hours and Maya had barely said a thing to him. She would respond to his questions but it would only be one to four words the most. She had also avoided his gaze the entire time.You're an ass, dude, Jordan scolded himself. You prioritized your own f8cking needs. Now she's branding you a monster.He knew the reason for her behaviour. Instead of trying to understand her predicament, Jordan had given in to his lust and desire and went on with his intention of making love to her."I can't blame you, dude," Xavier said to him calmly. "Being celibate for six years would definitely drive you insane. I'm surprise you were able to resist those women pushing themselves on you."After seeing Maya's painful outbursts and even went to the extent of thinking that he might force himself again on her, Jordan realized the effects he had left on
Jordan watched from across the room as Cassandra brought Maya towards the outdoor area of the estate, talking nonstop despite the warning looks he had been giving his niece for not following his instructions. The moment they entered the mansion, Cassandra had run towards her and welcomed her openly. He couldn't blamed his niece since she had looked up to Maya when she's still her Auntie Rakki. Jordan even thought of adopting her after they get married and tell everyone about Spencer. However, after the accident, with him continuing his search for Rachel aside from drowning himself with work, he had neglected looking out for Cass. "Rachel seems to be distant since the two of you arrived here," he heard his grandfather's voice to his side. "What seems to be distracting her?" Jordan turned towards him. "She thinks I'm a monster for what I did to her," he answered in a low voice. "Now, I'm regretting what I did to her. If only I could turn back time, I would right the wrong I did."
Grayson looked at his watch impatiently on a Monday afternoon and tapped his foot as he reached for his cup of coffee at Havana Groove Bistro. His brows furrowed as he read a message from Thomas.After thirty more minutes, Grayson heard someone cleared his throat and he looked up with irritation to see Jordan standing a few feet away from him.“Very classy of you, Cunningham,” he snapped. “I wonder how you’re still in the business with that trait of yours.”Jordan ignored him and sat across from him and signaled a waiter to serve him coffee as well.“I’m pretty sure you know why I’m late,” he snapped back. He crossed one leg over the other and leaned back on his chair. “I have to tend to my wife and make sure that she’s doing okay before leaving to meet you.”Grayson only glared at him coldly.“So? Why’d you want to meet with me?” Jordan asked dryly. “Don’t tell me you’re here to beg me to give you time to see my wife? That’s unlikely.”Suppressing his anger, Grayson took a folder fro