All Chapters of The Things We Don't Say: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Enzo throttled and bent low at a sharp corner. The laughter on his lips was infectious, and soon, I found myself grinning as well. My hand snaked around his waist tighter when he shot forward suddenly, the purr of the bike reverberating around. It was the only thing I heard. The only thing I paid attention to.But it was over abruptly. And when I got down and took off the helmet, I realized we were back in his beach house. “This is what you had planned?” I didn’t mean it in a bad way, and Enzo didn’t take it that way either. He just laughed, taking off his helmet and shaking his hair out. His piercings glinted in the air as he moved, hooking up both our helmets on the handle of the bike. As he raised one arm, I saw the dark ink stretching from his wrist and disappearing underneath his shirt. He turned back to look at me. "It is more than it looks like," he said, winking. "And I know you loved it last night, so I wanted you to know how it looked during the day, with the sun bouncing

Nita didn't say a word all through the ride, and neither did she look at me. Her face was plastered to the window where she sat in the backseat, and at intervals, she scrolled through her phone. "So tell me, Nita," Laura said in that high-pitched tone, disrupting the quiet in the car. "How did you become friends with Joshua? Because I know he doesn't work for Arthur Group."Nita shrugged. “He’s my boss’ cousin.”“Still,” Laura laughed. “Come on. There had to have been like an initial point of meeting. And please, tell me you hated him. He is an absolute jerk.”Nita looked back into the car. “We are not allowed to say anything mean to our boss or his family.”“But we are friends, aren’t we?” The initial thrill in Laura’s voice was diminishing. “Nothing that is said here will leave this place. I can promise you that. So, come on. Talk to me.”I looked at Nita from the overhead mirror. She wasn’t mad. Or rather, she didn’t look mad. But I liked to think that I knew her. And from her sil

It had been just one hour, but I already hated it. We were in a high-class fashion house, owned by the Authors. It was one of the many franchises that many people didn't know belonged to them, including Laura and Heather.I had no idea how shopping was a part of a tour, but she and Heather had hit it off immediately, filling their carts with items I wasn’t sure who was responsible for their payments. Jordan looked bored, sitting in the fitting room lounge. Nita sat away from us, scrolling through her phone. It was exhausting, to say the least. “When are we going to be done with this?” I sighed, needing to be anywhere but here."I don't know," Jordan shrugged. "Your little girlfriend brought us here, so you might as well ask her." He looked at his phone. He'd been doing that all day. “Are you waiting for someone?”He glanced at me. “What is it to you?”“Jordan, I was …”“I’m heading out,” he muttered, getting on his feet. “Have fun shopping with the ladies. Nita, are you coming with

“Jordan…”He was standing there, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, in black slacks and a black T-shirt, his hands in his pockets. It hit me all over again, how magnificently handsome he was. Eyes turned everywhere he went, and it was so justified. He looked like he had been sculpted by God himself, with those blue eyes and his brown wavy hair, always looking like he'd just rolled out of bed. And now, those eyes were directed my way, devoid of every light in them. They now mirrored the skies, just before a bad storm started. He seemed to take a deep breath, the only tell being the rise and fall of his chest. “How was your day?” he muttered, his eyes still on me. "It was good," I answered mechanically. I couldn't focus on the words that fell out of my lips. Every bit of my attention was on him, on picking out the different emotions on his face, on understanding why I still felt this way, like nothing else mattered once I'd seen him. “I went to a beach party with Enzo’s fr

It was just the two of us in the car, even if Heather was going to the fashion house with us. I saw her get into the back seat of Joshua's car before Jordan pulled out of the parking lot, leaning into his seat and driving with one hand. I tried not to look at him, keeping my hands on my thighs, and my eyes on the window. We passed buildings that were all identical, and after a while, I just couldn't look away. When I looked back into the car, Jordan had his eyes on me. “You’re still using that.”I didn’t need him to say anything more to know that he was referring to the phone Enzo got me. “It’s a good phone,” I responded. “I got you one better.”“It doesn’t matter. And why should it? After all, it doesn’t leave even a scratch on your account.”If he seemed bruised by me tossing back his words at him, Jordan didn't show it. He took a turn and sighed. "I don't like Enzo."“Okay?”“And not to mention that he’s an investor at the hotel.”“I still don’t get where this conversation is h