Jordan Pool Novels & Stories

Jordan chuckled and nodded agreeing. "Ok! Where?" I asked raising my eyebrows. "Jardin d'Acclimatation!" Jordan shouted. I stared perplexed towards him asking for more information. "It's an amusement park. And believe me it's really cool and amazing. You will not regret." Jordan finished. "Ok! Are you ready for it?" I asked enthusiastically. "Yes!" Jordan and Michael shouted. I smiled knowing it was indeed the time to have fun. Enough of the boring dramas, it was time to move on.

Those sparkling green orbs settled on the pitcher of water on the counter and never wavered. "Do I look that bad?" I wheezed a laugh but it hurt my lungs and ribs so I fell silent again. "You have no idea," Jericho whispered, finally bringing his gaze to mine. The whites were bloodshot and the rims of his eyes welled with unshed tears, "You've been out for about two weeks, you know that?" "What?"

I stayed under the water, trying to quench the fire on my cheek before resurfacing at the surface of the water. Jordan had already gotten in, his smile big. "Look who is in the forbidden pool." "I'd kill you if this whole thing turns out bad." I warned him, trying to act stern. "With what please? Those feeble hands?" "Excuse you?" I dived his neck, playfully choking him. No pressure in my grip. "You were saying?" His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me into him. My stomach pressed into his bare chest, reminding me that I was in my bra and undies.

I suppose he now has these pool parties going for him, it must have put him on the map. Music plays softly in the background as I curl up next to Taylor and Jana. Trent has the fireplace going, and I wonder where his parents are. We are in the living room, and soon enough Jordan comes in with Trent himself and Daniel. My posture lifts up a bid at the sight of him. "What you up to?" Jordan asks Taylor and she shrugs, almost falling asleep against my arm. "She's worn out," Jana murmurs and throws her head back against the couch. "Swimming is tiring, especially when you idiots are always trying to kill each other."

“What are you doing?” “Saving the kid.” “Saving the kid?” The tall man sneered. “Do you just care about the money? Don’t you see how scary the river is?” “It’s fine,” Thomas said indifferently. When the man heard this, he kept laughing. “It’s fine? Are you bluffing? Do you know who I am? I’m Jordan Neal, the leader of the state swimming team. I deal with water every day, and my swimming skills are advanced. If I can save the kid, will it be your turn? Don’t be so greedy and overestimate yourself. Go away, don’t get in the way.”

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?"

"A month of staying out of the tabloids, Jordan, not a month of perfect behavior. I still saw that piece about you trying to surf a fountain in Trafalgar Square." "That was before the month started! And it was a misunderstanding!" Jordan protested, sitting up, his dark hair falling boyishly across his forehead. "I told you, I was testing the water pressure for a… an art project. Environmental art!" "Right," Damon deadpanned, without looking away from his screen. "And the paparazzi just happened to be there for your environmental art."

Jonathan was trembling mess right now. The sweat drops mixing with the tears and the trembling hands and feet. It was the worst image of strong Jonathan Kyle, that maybe no one knew. Jonathan felt like his breathing was about to stop and he was seeing the younger long gone under water. He finally collected every ounce of power left in him and with his frozen body jumped under the water. As he jumped, he felt the dark drops appearing infront of his eyes. He jerked his head a little and saw Aiden drowning at the bottom of the pool. He went there and held Aiden's arm with all his power and pulled him while swimming toward the upper side.

He was lucky to fall under a pile of whatever looked like rotting vegetables or was it animal feed? Otherwise, he would have been broken into pieces by the merciless pit. Jordan looked down to the bottomless pit of sharp rocks making him shiver. Too bad for him as one tiny slip would send him to the bottom in a snap of fingers. Jordan knew he had to get out of there given the history of flooding during heavy rains. So unless he intended to drown after he just found out his identity. He was going to use every ounce of strength he had left to go back to Ashley, his Ashley.

I turned toward the edge of the pool and my heart did that thing it had started doing every time he was near, that uneven, restless pounding that made no sense. Jordan stood there, his hair a little messy, a towel slung over his shoulder, his blue eyes fixed on me like I was the only thing that existed. He had own tight shorts, too tight and too short if you ask me. Fully bare chested. God! The man looked good, even I could admit that. “Didn’t think anyone else used this pool,” I said quickly, pushing a strand of wet hair from my face. He smiled, that slow, devastating kind of smile that made my stomach twist. “You are not the only one who hides out here to think Vanessa.”