Jordan Clarkson Parents Novels & Stories

"I needed to… I wanted to talk with you both. To explain." "Not much to say, is there?" his father's booming, gruff voice was on the line, having picked up the receiver. "We read it in the papers. You and that Roberts fellow. The lavish parties. The speeches. It's another world, son. A world we know nothing about. But we do know what it looks like when someone gets stars in their eyes." "It's not like that, Dad," Jonah replied, a desperation creeping into his voice. "Clarkson… he's not some wealthy guy. And I'm not with him because he's wealthy. I love him."

Theo "Theo, your mother told me about the affair you are having with a girl that's no match to our standard; marry Jordan, and we grow in other aspects; you can pay her off for the damage ." father said to me at the party, and I was losing my patience. "Father, I will not marry her." I pointed at Jordan, who looked angry when she returned from the bathroom. "Son, we are your parents; we can't make the wrong decision for you; Kyle marries Clara, you my son marries Jordan, balanced equation," Mom added.

This time, he answered without even glancing at it. "Clark, come back right now," his mother, Cindy, said with joy. Clark clenched his fist. He felt hesitant. But still said, "I'll be right there." Twenty minutes later, Clark arrived at his parents' Beverly Hills mansion. The housekeeper led him into the living room. He saw Jordyn and his mother, Cindy, sitting on the sofa. They were chatting and laughing. Jordyn seemed relaxed. She gently stroked her belly. She described the feeling of pregnancy to Cindy.