Semua Bab Mommy, Can Jordan Be My Daddy?: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Jordan's P.O.V. Anushka and I look at each other while Dakota waits for an answer about why we were exercising so late last night. I'm a successful businessman, surely I can come up with some reason, which isn't exactly a lie but not the whole truth, that will satisfy a four-year-old. "I wanted to make sure my heart was good and strong just in case any of the poison has gotten into my bloodstream," Anushka bites her lip trying not to laugh. Dakota crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. Why do I feel like she's getting ready to chastise me? She looks so much like her mother right now. "Okay. Are we going to eat breakfast before we talk to the police?" Dakota asks. Both Anushka and I sigh in relief. We're going to have to be more careful next time. "Let's order room service. What do you want?" I ask, sliding my arm around Anushka's waist. I expect her to push me off not wanting me to touch her in front of Dakota, but she doesn't. The little spy notices my arm, and her eyes

Jordan's P.O.V. I knew we were only going to have one shot to get Anushka and Dakota out of here. I'm hoping Raymond could talk to the police and give them our location. I trust him more than I do the locals because I know he can track me in real-time. When Paul starts coming for Dakota and pulls out a knife, I know I have to act fast. I see in Anushka's eyes that she doesn't want to go, but also know she will because of Dakota. "Run." When she begins running, Paul lunges for her, but I grab him and throw him against the car. One punch to the face and he falls to the ground. The man who picked us up grabs the gun, and I run toward him. I jump and tackle him to the ground as he fires. He doesn't hit anything, as I knock the gun out of his hand. We wrestle on the ground, and he gets a few punches in, but I'm bigger and stronger. I knock him out and get the gun. After making sure the safety is on, I slip it into my waistband and run after Anushka and Dakota. When I reach them,

Stewart’s P.O.V. Thanks to my no-good daughter I have gone from a successful businessman to a nobody overnight. My business was struggling but I would have brought it back, I just needed the right investors. However, when I couldn’t find one and Anushka gave me an ultimatum I thought I would at least stay within the company so I could turn the tables and force her out. I should have known she would go against me. I guess I didn't put her in her place enough when she was growing up. It's time to rectify that, I'm going to put her through hell. Running my hand through my salt-and-pepper hair with frustration I look out the window of the small apartment I’m currently renting. Five years, it was almost five years ago when she forced me out of my own business. Harrison was supposed to keep her reined in. A woman has no place in a man’s world other than to cook, clean and fuck. I have very little money and no plan but I will pay her back. I look down at my ph

Jordan's P.O.V.I prepare to open the door to get our food and trip over the edge of the table causing one of my statues to fall to the ground. I curse under my breath and open the door just as the lights go out. After getting the food I look out the window and realize the city is having a blackout. After setting the food on the table, I run to Dakota's room. After everything that's happened, I can only imagine what they must be thinking. When I reach them, they both look at me in relief. "What was that loud bang, and why are the lights out?" Anushka asks as I wrap my arms around them. "The bang was me being clumsy and knocking over a small statue. The lights are out because the city is having a blackout. Don't worry, we're safe here," I tell them, kissing each of their foreheads. We leave Dakota's room, and I turn on the fireplace so we have some light. "I was thinking about Cora. How did she get all the way up here without anyone stopping her, and why was she waiting as if she

Jordan’s P.O.V. I wake up to the sun rising over the city and Anushka in my arms. I can’t think of anything better. One thing I have learned in the couple of days I’ve been with her and Dakota is that the little one likes to wake up super early. I gently move Anushka and put my pillow against her longways so hopefully she’ll continue to sleep for a while. After taking a quick shower, I throw on a pair of athletic shorts and a T-shirt. As I’m stepping out into the hall, I hear little footsteps coming my way. Dakota comes around the corner two seconds later. I hold my finger over my lips so she’ll be quiet. She nods and reaches for me to pick her up. I carry her into the kitchen and sit her on the counter. “What do you say we order breakfast and serve your mommy breakfast in bed?” Dakota claps her little hands. “Yes, that will make Mommy happy. That mean lady isn’t coming back, is she?” She asks, looking down