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Jordan: Kiss Me Now and Remind Me Why

ผู้เขียน: Gemma D. Nash
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-08-16 00:47:35

The whole building was in an orderly chaos by the time I walked in. I knew I was late. Fashionably and intentionally so. I was hoping the press conference would have started without me, so I didn’t have to say anything at all.

But the minute I walked through, my father was standing there by the reception, speaking to one of the press guys.

“There he is,” he beamed, patting my back like we were best of pals. “How did the meeting go? Were you able to secure the deal?”

When he looked at me, every
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  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: Rock The Boat

    I stared at my reflection in the mirror for what had to be the tenth time today. It was my first and possibly my only meeting with the hospitality team at the Arthur Group. And it was also my last night here in Phoenix before I returned to school.I didn't know how much I missed Los Angeles until right now, with the awareness that in less than forty-eight hours, I would be back at the University of the Saints, back in the rows of paintings, my face buried in a canvas.I missed breathing in the smell of fresh paint, with the smell of the grass easing in. A knock brought me out of my reverie. My mother appeared by the door, leaning into it, just like the last time I had to go to Spain. A lot of things had happened in the last week, and she was trying so hard to make me see that she was doing okay.And for both our sakes, I really hoped that she was. "You look good," she said, easing into the bedroom. Her hands splayed on my shoulders; she turned me around slowly, pressing the already

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: The Other Picture

    It was lame, and every part of me knew it. I was parked outside his house like a fucking loser, hanging on my bike and staring at their living room window. The curtains were parted so I had a clear view of the inside.They were all gathered around the couch, talking about something animatedly. Even Gary, who was never in the mood, was a part of the mix, his usual grouch temporarily waning. But what was I thinking?What did I expect would happen?There was no way I could just waltz in there, not especially after what I’d said earlier today. Swallowing, I reached for my phone and sent a quick text to the only other person I knew I really wanted to talk to tonight.The one person, selfish as I may sound, who would drop everything for me.It was strange, wasn’t it? I had come so far, from having no connection with my friends at all, to wanting to talk to someone at odd times of the night.After leaving her a message, I drove down to JAR and ordered a glass of liquor. It was a long journey

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: Rock The Boat

    I stared at my reflection in the mirror for what had to be the tenth time today. It was my first and possibly my only meeting with the hospitality team at the Arthur Group. And it was also my last night here in Phoenix before I returned to school.I didn't know how much I missed Los Angeles until right now, with the awareness that in less than forty-eight hours, I would be back at the University of the Saints, back in the rows of paintings, my face buried in a canvas.I missed breathing in the smell of fresh paint, with the smell of the grass easing in. A knock brought me out of my reverie. My mother appeared by the door, leaning into it, just like the last time I had to go to Spain. A lot of things had happened in the last week, and she was trying so hard to make me see that she was doing okay.And for both our sakes, I really hoped that she was. "You look good," she said, easing into the bedroom. Her hands splayed on my shoulders; she turned me around slowly, pressing the already

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: The Other Picture

    It was lame, and every part of me knew it. I was parked outside his house like a fucking loser, hanging on my bike and staring at their living room window. The curtains were parted so I had a clear view of the inside.They were all gathered around the couch, talking about something animatedly. Even Gary, who was never in the mood, was a part of the mix, his usual grouch temporarily waning. But what was I thinking?What did I expect would happen?There was no way I could just waltz in there, not especially after what I’d said earlier today. Swallowing, I reached for my phone and sent a quick text to the only other person I knew I really wanted to talk to tonight.The one person, selfish as I may sound, who would drop everything for me.It was strange, wasn’t it? I had come so far, from having no connection with my friends at all, to wanting to talk to someone at odd times of the night.After leaving her a message, I drove down to JAR and ordered a glass of liquor. It was a long journey

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: I Wish This Was Special

    The Arthurs tended to host a lot of dinners when the family was about launching out something new. And now that I was back from Spain with reports underway and a team about taking its first power step, my father was elated. Just him, from the looks of it.It was the reason we were gathered around the huge banquet table out in the gardens, when I would rather be at JAR, getting up to date with the administration and sales. I picked up the delicate stem of the wine glass, swirling its contents before taking a slow sip.There was chatter around me, mild but present. It was like the slow buzzing of bees. After a while, it got too much for anyone to handle. My father had yet to speak to me since I returned, but after the call we had that morning, before the flight, I doubted there was anything left to be said.But knowing Marv Arthur, there was another ace card. He tended to have a million of those. I was learning from him."Is the steak not to your liking, honey?" My mom whispered next t

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: Can We Make It If We Try?

    It wasn’t the polite, uncertain kiss we had shared last night, when I was scared and doubted a lot of things; when I didn’t know what to do. It was desperate, like I wanted to feel every inch of me, even if I didn’t know what that meant. Marcus’ mouth was cold, and I had to be going insane because I thought he still tasted of the juice he’d had earlier today. I pushed my knees between Marcus’ thighs, crowding him in the way I knew how. My fingers tangled into the short waves of his grey hair, feeling the soft tresses slide against them, He let out a low, ragged sound into my mouth and his hands came up to grip my shirt, pulling us closer until there was no space or air left between us. The glass behind him must be freezing, but his body was as hot as a furnace. He parted his lips, letting me kiss him. My hands slipped down Marcus' throat, and I pressed softly before tracing a path on his collarbones, through the line of his polo shirt, before slipping underneath the fabric to touch

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