Jordan Bleimeyer Novels & Stories

How was I going to convince him to help me? Jordan lived in a charming little house in a quiet neighborhood, a world away from the glitz and glamour of the Elite Complex. He was a single dad, raising his eight-year-old son, Leo, with a blend of love, patience, and a healthy dose of sarcasm. I rang the doorbell, my heart pounding in my chest. Jordan opened the door, his face lighting up when he saw me. "Kayla! What are you doing here so late?" he asked, pulling me into a hug. "Is everything okay?"

Oh joy. When Coach Mitchel stops talking, Aiden, Kelson, and the third string QB leave while the rest of us stay in the room with Coach Morely. Morely talks about the practice films we’ll be watching tomorrow morning and what he expects of us. “Jordan, you’ll be sticking with Lane. He’ll explain what you’ll be doing during morning session. The two of you will join special teams each afternoon.” I don’t show my relief but I’m glad to be with someone who knows the ropes. From the information I found online, Lane is twenty-eight, he went pro directly out of college, and he’s single. He has fair skin, blue eyes, and short brown hair. He’s good looking, though no Aiden Patrickson in my opinion. T

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

Of course they did. He’s been in this game too long not to recognize a message when he sees one. “This could be a warning,” Jordan says after a beat. “A threat. Someone is trying to shake us.” Us. But that’s the thing—Jordan is the face of Glimmr. Dwight made sure of it. To the world, Jordan is the CEO, the powerhouse behind the company. Dwight stays in the shadows, where he prefers to be. The only people who know the truth? Felix Carrington. And Leah.

ELLA. "Do you guys think he is okay?" i ask Chloe and Jeremy for the millionth time. It's almost midnight and Jordan is still not back from wherever he went to and we still haven't heard from him. His phone is off. "He is fine," Jeremy says, "He probably got caught up in his drinking spree." "How can you be so sure of that when we haven't heard from him all day?" "Because he is my best friend, and I know him better than anyone. I actually know him better than he knows himself."