Jordan Pool Novels & Stories

I removed my shoes and stockings with my suit jacket and shirt. I dived into the pool with my pants and singlet before even saying a word to either Audrey or Jordan even though I saw them walking over to where I am . They all know this was my way of calming myself down. I swam close to the steps of the pool and there was Jordan who squatted down to speak with me. "Aiden, we saw the news." I scoffed. "Oh! It is just the news that you saw. That is even a bit fair. Have you tried opening social media platforms? They all had so many things to say."

“Liam never touched the piano.” “I know,” I said quietly. “But he does now.” Jordan didn’t respond, but his eyes darkened with something that looked like dread. --- Five minutes later, the cameras were live. Jordan stood by the back door again, his hoodie pulled up, backpack slung over one shoulder. “I’ll tap into everything from my end. Audio, video, even motion. If he starts making calls, opening secret drawers, or doing… anything out of character, I’ll know.” I hesitated. “And if he’s just… being good?”

She gets a glint in her eyes as she looks at the stillness of the water, down stream from where the hotel is. "We should go skinny dipping." I smirk. "You first..." She giggles as she strips out of her clothes, I follow her just far enough to hold her under the shallow water. She gags and chokes on the water, I'm sure even some river bed sand is getting into her lungs. The bitch deserves to suffer, so I pull her head out of the water for a bit and smile as she struggles to take a breath... Just when she seems to be able to breathe again, Jordan comes over and does the same thing I did. We keep doing this over and over until her naked ass drowns. Maybe this will be the last trial our family w

“Yeah, Jodi.” Jodi had to admit, she didn’t blame Trina for fucking this guy every chance she got. He needed to get some sun, but his body was rock hard muscle. “We’re going out to the pool. Will you watch the bar for us?” “Sure,” he said. “You remember how to work the cash register?” “Yes, ma’am,” Tommy said with pride. “Okay, if you need us, we’ll be by the pool.” Jodi reached her final destination. The moonlight shimmered off the surface of the water in the pool. The pool pump hummed as the night insects made their noises. They were all standing in a circle next to the pool – waiting for her.

The warm night air brushed against her thighs, and her robe fluttered open, but she did not arrange it. The pool house glowed ahead as she reached the door and paused, with tight chest. She could still turn back. There was still time But she did not. Mira pushed the door open and stepped inside. Jordan looked up from the couch the moment she entered. He was shirtless again, his sweatpants was hanging low with an intense, steady gaze. “You are late again,” he said. “You said ten minutes. But that was two hours ago,” Mira replied. “I stopped counting,” he said softly, standing up.

It was a curtain of white noise, blocking out everything-the sirens, the trackers, the rain. She looked at Jordan. His eyes were half-open, glazed with pain. "The water," she shouted over the roar. "It’ll wash our scent. It’s the only way." He didn't answer. He couldn't. She didn't hesitate. She dragged him to the edge of the ledge and pushed him over. They hit the freezing pool below, the current instantly dragging them away from the cave, pulling them deep into the churning darkness of the river. Ronan reached the cave fissure seconds later, his gun raised. He shone his light into the small crawlspace.

Their faces basked in the yellow sun. "I swear on my life, Jordan was training yesterday at the gym. I approached Coach Maleek about it, and all he could say was that I should focus on passing the audition," Megan said, her eyes focusing on the highway. "Then that other man, Zain, was just in there pretending not to see what was happening." Aria swallowed hard. "You've been with Ocean since kindergarten, Jordan only joined five years ago, your dad is an executive in the academy, there's no way Jordan will make it to the Olympics and you won't."

Above the sink was a mirror that showed a tired, wide eyed Maya and a chiseled Jordan. Jordan was a tall, well-built man. His broad shoulders, dark and mysterious demeanor would surely turn any girl a wet mess in front of him. Not only did he look strong, he was strikingly handsome. Jordan had a razor sharp jaw that could no doubt cut cheese. Pink; plump lips and smoldering grey eyes. What was in the water? This family was seriously drinking something. "I'll get you some change of clothes." Jordan left before Maya could utter a word.

George begged. "About ten years ago, in country X, Old Joe was attacked, I need to know everything about that attack. If news leak out that I'm investigating the incident don't blame me for wiping Raiders off the existence" Jordan declared and expertly flick a sparkling white pill into George's slightly ajar mouth. George felt the pill melt into into his mouth before he could blink, he also felt a sharp sting in between his eyebrows, Jordan was Infront of him, his acupuncture needle working on George.

"She went to that mansion for a job interview and never came out! That monster has her! He has my grandchildren!" "Lies," I whispered, shaking. "It’s all lies." Jordan moved. He pulled himself out of the pool in one powerful motion, water cascading off his naked torso like a waterfall. He didn't look like a lover anymore. He looked like a weapon of mass destruction. "Paul," Jordan barked, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. "Cut the feed. Get the car. I’m going down to the gate." "Sir, the press is swarming," Paul warned. "It’s not safe. They are live."