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2026-07-20 05:14:49
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The Things We Don't Say Jordan: Don’t Say The Word
Nita was at the entrance of the closet in another second, leaning against the doorframe. She’d loosened the bow of her blouse, and now, it hung loosely on her chest. Her skirt was ridden up, but she didn’t exactly seem intent on sorting that out.“Done using the bathroom?” I muttered, looking away."Yeah," she whispered. "It is a lovely bathroom. I almost contemplated staying there forever. But that would mean your housekeepers would have to clean it with me in there, and I don't know how to feel about that."I chuckled, pulling out my belt. “I can get someone to take you home.”“I want you to take me home.”I looked at her. “Nita…”"They weren't lying," she whispered, her fingers punching at the wood of the doorframe. "You have such a great body; you would put the Greek gods to shame.""The Greek gods didn't have to slave away in the gym." I tried to lighten up the situation, ruffling my hair with my fingertips. I turned back to look at her. She hadn't moved an inch. "I'm going to ha
The Things We Don't Say Jordan It’s Not About Him
I was drinking a lot. That I knew, but it wasn't strange. Back in LA, the guys and I would be out all night, partying. And when we got home, we'd crash and not get up until late the following day. It was a miracle I still had a perfect attendance report and best grades in class.But just like the rest of my life had in recent times, tonight felt strange. I just didn’t know if it was good strange or bad strange.Music blasted through the stereo and reverberated around the walls as bodies moved along to the beat. Nita was dancing with some man at the centre of the floor while I sat by the bar, consuming what had to be my fifth glass of scotch for the night.I narrowed my eyes when I saw her stop dancing abruptly, making a beeline towards me. She flashed a grin my way and dumped her arms around my neck the minute she got closer.“You are making tonight boring,” she drawled as I tried so hard not to flinch on impact. “Come on. Only old guys sit by the bar staring at their phones and waiti
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Why Protect Me?
I was sprawled on my bed in the room, staring up at the ceiling and wondering when the day got out of my own control. I would admit that I felt a little bit bad after that apology from Jordan. And then he went right ahead to screw it all up by asking me to stay away from JAR.Was that his way of telling me that I was doing a tad too much? Because if that was it, I would stay away from him. I was fine long enough with just James and Anna in my life. And honestly, it was so simple.But now, I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore.The shrill of my phone next to me interrupted my train of thought.“Hey, girl,” I sighed, picking up the call and throwing myself back in bed. “Landed already?”“Landed ages ago,” she answered. It was silent on the other side. “Though, I am judging by how you sound that my getting back to school was not top three on your list of priorities today. What happened?”“Nothing,” I murmured. “I should have checked in on you. You didn’t even say goodbye after you
The Things We Don't Say Jordan I Never Say Sorry
“Nita, what are you…”“Hear me out,” she started, sliding onto the stool next to me. She turned to Marcel. “I would be having whatever he is having.”He grinned so wide that immediately, I knew what was going on in his head. “Okay, Nita. It is so nice to meet you. I am Marcel, his favorite bartender in the city.”"That's nice. I know Jordan has really nice tastes, so maybe when the hotel opens up, you would serve drinks for that night."“You are not supposed to say anything about it,” I muttered at the same time as Marcel asked, “You are opening a hotel?”“Oh,” Nita pursed her lips. “My bad. I thought he already knew. Aren’t you both friends?”I rolled my eyes. That word got tossed around loosely these days. Or maybe I was the problem, not knowing who my friends were and those ones that weren’t.“Look, Marcel, my father is opening a hotel, not me. He just got me in charge of the project.”"That's you, dude," Marcel laughed, mixing Nita's drink. "We both know that man has been trying t
The Things We Don't Say Jordan: Scotch and Marcel
For some reason, I was back at the office, and I was pacing. My sleeves rolled up, jacket discarded and fingers in my hair, it felt like I was spiralling. And I hadn’t felt this way in years. Not since I found Heather and Joshua together.“Okay…” Nita drawled the moment she walked into my office with a folder in her hand. “I was just going to drop this off, but … I got a few minutes if you want.”“Drop the folder over there on the table,” I murmured, turning away from her and looking out the window. I was on the 75th floor of the Arthur Group’s building, yet it felt like something was weighing me down.I needed to do something to get this out of my system. I hated the feeling.“Okay,” Nita said again, quietly this time. I heard her slide the folder on the table, heard her walk to the door. But I knew the second she stopped.“You look really stressed, Sir.” I had only known Nita for a couple of hours, yet it felt really strange hearing her address me formally. Right from the get-go, sh
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Wood and Leather
I was in the living room, my head buried in my books, when I heard it first – the loud curse coming from outside and then the sudden crash. My head jerked up at once, wondering what that was. But before I moved even an inch, the front door opened, and my brother walked in.He looked like he’d just seen a ghost.I thought he would ignore me. Hell, I wanted him to ignore me. After Mom made him stay at the store all day, I was ready for the silent treatment and all the subtle jabs.But Gary stood there by the door, his lips quivering. And then, he shook his head. “It’s not possible. No, it’s not. There has to be some sort of explanation, right? I mean, it’s you. Marcus.”I narrowed my eyes, deciding his acting out was more interesting than my books currently. "Gary, did staying all night partying mess up your head, or is this about something else?"“There is someone outside asking to see you,” he murmured in a disbelieving tone. “What did you do, Marcus? Did you mistakenly crash into his
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