All Chapters of The Things We Don't Say: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Jordan wasn't there the next time I looked away from the camera. I tried searching for him through the throng of the crowd that was now leaving the halls. The interview over, I retraced my steps back to the balcony I'd stood with him on earlier, but he wasn't there.He wasn’t in the halls, and neither was he in the elevators. I knew because I combed through every inch of it. On my way back to the hall to check it for the third time, I bumped into Enzo. I felt guilty almost immediately, because I’d totally forgotten about him. "Hey," I breathed as he got into the elevator that had stopped midway to get in. He flashed me an exhausted grin. “I didn’t think I was going to get to you on time,” he said, sounding relieved. “My father’s friends had a million and one questions about things that had nothing to do with the hotel, and after that, they wanted to play poker.”"Poker?" The doors dinged open, and we fell out into the hall. "I thought that was illegal."“It is,” he nodded. “But the a

A migraine nagged at my head consistently, but what made it worse was the man on the other end of the line. I was standing by the window of my room, my phone pressed against my ear, one hand holding the stem of a wine glass.It was better than scotch, which I was desperately leaning towards right now. “What did you think you were doing?” He yelled so loud that I was certain every single person in our estate back at home could hear him. “I sent you to Spain to represent the Arthur Group, but what did you do? Frolic about and ignore the damn script.”Oh. That.“It’s not my fault that I give better speeches than your shitty assistant or whoever it is you made write that speech,” I said in a bored tone. “They loved it. What is the problem here?”“Your team? Your artiste? Your family is the one team you have, Jordan. Take a look around. If the wealth disappears, do you think those team members will stand by you? And who said you could name Miss. Benita your assistant?”"I did, Dad." Now,

I thought I’d imagined those words, that there was some innate part of me that was cooking things up just for the fun of it. But when I looked up into those dark eyes of his, I saw it there. And he was waiting. Waiting for something I wasn’t sure I could give.God, I wanted him. Maybe more than I could fathom. But I remembered what happened the last time. I remembered how it ended up being my fault for not telling him I was gay, even if he was the one who’d kissed me that night.It was how we got here. And this was how our barely existing relationship as boss and employee would plummet into the dust.Yet, despite every rationality screaming at me to take a step back and put an end to this, I couldn’t bring my body to obey. It felt like time had frozen in that moment, leaving us both to figure out what we wanted, like it would be fine regardless.I didn't want to think about it that way, but what else could I do when the only thing I heard was the sound of my own heart, beating against

It came again, the sense that I shouldn’t be doing this. That if anyone walked in on us right now, the situation would be hard to explain. And it wasn’t just that. It was also the fact that I wouldn’t want to explain. I wouldn’t care.And that scared me more than anything else.Marcus raised his eyes towards mine as if asking for permission, and when I nodded slightly, he pushed my briefs down, my hard dick springing out immediately. The number of times I'd had a raging boner for Marcus had to be studied. At first, I thought I was going insane. And then, later, I stopped fighting it. It was hard not to stroke myself thinking about his flawless features, his perfectly slender waist, and those lips…those lips and what I was about to find out that they could do.He licked his lips slowly, and I almost died there. Marcus hadn't touched me yet, but he might as well have, with the thrill eating me up slowly. My dick was leaking at the tip. It should be embarrassing, but it wasn't. I loved

I wasn't sure Jordan had heard me, because if he had, he gave nothing away. I toyed with the idea of saying it again, but then I stopped myself. It wasn't the time. For starters, he must be thinking about how he would handle his father tomorrow once we returned to Phoenix. Something like my boyfriend problems wouldn't make the list tonight. Jordan was still on his laptop answering emails when I slept off. I rolled onto his side, almost burying my body into his. He didn’t mind, putting an arm over me as I fell into the warm cave of slumber. The next time I opened my eyes, I was alone in the huge room, and the bed was cold. At least, where Jordan had slept last night. The first way I reacted fit perfectly into the term called 'panic.' I jerked up, my eyes frantically scouring the place, turning up empty. His laptop was by the desk in one corner of the room, but other than that, every single thing was back in place. I looked at the floor, the memories from last night rushing in – the s