Jordan. It had been like two hours since Selena left. My phone was blowing up, my father, my mother, even my sister was calling me. I considered taking Kyle back to the house and leaving him with Alba, but Nala would see him and being fresh from the hospital I had to try and be sensitive to her feelings. So I put my phone on airplane mode and decided I would deal with the consequences later on. I needed to be present with my son at the moment. Kyle had a lot of interests and a really short attention span, but that was just any three year Olds. We played all kinds of games until he was exhausted. Selena had told me he takes a one hr nap at three so I put him in his bed. I was about to walk out when I heard him speak up. He had been asleep or atleast that was what I had thought, but he had fooled me. "Please don't go, stay with me." he said in his sweet three year old voice. "Ofcourse baby, am not going anywhere." i said as I pulled up a chair and sat next to his bed. A few
Nala. It was a few minutes to midnight and he still was not back. Jordan had told me right before he left that he would be back for dinner. He always made sure we ate dinner together, which is why this was weird, he had not called and his phone was off. I picked up my phone again to see if he had tried to call, but there was nothing at all. No message, no text nothing. I got up and walked over to the window, I watched the servants quarter where I knew Selena was staying with her son. Her lights were still on, I wondered what she was doing? But it never occured to me that Jordan might be there. He had told me about her as soon as I came home from the hospital. They had been married for over five years and, they were separated when she was in an accident and died. She had just shown up a few weeks ago, claiming she lost all memory during the accident. I kind of doubted her story, but given my circumstances how could I when I had issues of my own to worry about. I watched the
Nala. I woke up to loud noises clearly coming from downstairs..I could hear Jordan's voice, it took me a while longer to figure out who he was talking to. I slowly opened the door of my bedroom slowly trying not to make any noise or draw attention to me and I could see them in the living room. It was her, his ex wife Selena. "What do you want from me Selena? What? " Jordan was now standing inches away from her, his hands in his pockets, he looked tired and drunk also. "i want you to be the guy that gives a fuck dammit" Selena shouted back, now clearly tears streaming down her face like a downfall "Do you still have feelings for me?" she asked facing him now. "Are you still in love with me? I want you to answer that truthfully Jordan." "You know, I.." Jordan started, but he was stuttering and I also wanted to really hear his answer. "Dont hedge Jordan" she fired back, clearly mad that he would even stutter. " I'm not just thinking of how to answer you Selena, I have to cons
Nala. I wore a sundress. Jordan cupped my face in his hands and brushed his mouth across mine with heartrending tenderness. His gaze remained haunted. "Lunch?" I asked, feeling the need to cling to the connection between us from last night. "I have a business lunch." he ran his fingers through my loose hair. "Would you come with me? Our driver can drop you off after" "I would love to come along." his gaze softened. I was surprised he actually wanted me to join him given how against me doing anything or going anywhere he had been Dressed in formal clothes he looked sombre yet collected. I knew he was anything but, according to the conversation I overheard last night, today was supposed to be the anniversary of the death of his child, yet he was acting like it was just a normal day. Which is why I was glad he asked me to join him. On the drive to the business lunch he cuddled me in his lap. I didn't speak more than a dozen words during the meal, which Jordan ordered for me. I s
Jordan. Four years ago. "Papi, come down for breakfast, we are running late." i heard Selena yelling from the door. "Why do we have to go in so early again?" I asked as I turned around pulling the covers over my head. "Because we promised your parents we were going to help out with setting up Jordan, you volunteered us, remember?" "Why did I do that?" I asked irritated. It was the weekend and had a pretty full schedule that week, I needed to sleep in, this was my day to sleep in but somehow foolishly I had managed to volunteer to set up balloons in my parent's house for my sister's eighteenth birthday. "Babe, can we call and say something came up we will just drop by" i asked yawning, "we could say Esti is not feeling too well this morning." "We are not bailing on your parents Jordan, get up." Selena said getting into the room irritated and making all the noises like she was getting paid to do it. She opened all the curtains letting all the light come in hitting me in the
Nala. We are making our way into our side of the cabin house when Jordan grabs my waist and starts kissing me against the wall. He just starts kissing me out of nowhere. We have just arrived at his parent's cabin house, for the memorial of his daughter Esti . She was buried here. "Impatient much?!" i murmur as I kiss him back passionately. He laughs and cups my ass with both his hands. "Nope, you just look amazing today" he continues kissing me until i push him away and walk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. Jordan comes up behind me as i am pouring the wine and snakes his arms around my waist. I hand him a glass of wine "i think you are using me to deflect from your emotions and what you are feeling today?" I say it lightly He steps over to me and takes my glass of wine from my hands. He sets both our glasses at the counter top, he then leans in and gives me a deep passionate drunken kiss. I can taste the tart of fruitness of the wine on his tongue a
Nala. He never talked to me like that, he was somehow angry with me. But I had no idea why, but I didn’t even want to know anymore. I had come here for him, to be there for him and he had acted like I was just some girl who had nothing to do but follow him around like a lost puppy. I walked slowly away from the venue. I had no idea how we got here or what was happening. One day we were okay, Jordan was all about me but something had changed, he was acting different with me, distant. And the fact that he had told Selena he was just helping me out proved my fears. I had no family, or friends that I could go and be with and give him his space. He was the only person I knew, and my memory was still all dark and black. "What's a beautiful woman doing all the way out here alone?" a Smooth voice said and I immediately looked up. My first impression was that he was tall, really tall. With dark hair, a few strands fell over his face. He smiled at me and I thought he had one of those s
Jordan. It didn't take me long to get her to the penthouse. I was so fucking hard my cock almost punched a hole through my pants, and the images I had running through my mind…what was she doing to me this girl. No girl had this effect on me. Fuck. I was going to destroy her, but any remaining shred of conscience I possessed had disappeared the moment she had uttered those words. And she had known exactly what to say and do to push me to the edge, I had to give her that. She was resilient and in this moment I loved that about her. 'Maybe I like those things too.' she had said and now some part of me was wondering if she meant that or was she just teasing me. My blood roared at the memory. Baby, you have no idea what you got yourself into, I thought, shutting the door behind me. Nala stood in the middle of the bedroom, wearing a two piece black lingerie and a half nervous expression. With her doe eyes and innocent features, she resembled a sacrificial virgin awaiting defilement
Nala.I woke up slowly taking in my surroundings. All the walls were white with no painting at all. It was just plain walls. And then then there wS the smell of medicine that made me nauseous."What's going on?" I asked no one in particular sitting up. That's when I saw him sleeping peacefully by my bed. He looked so peaceful, but also so uncomfortable sleeping in that chair. "Hey, hello beautiful." he said as soon as he saw me, "How did you sleep? How are you feeling?" he asked coming to my bed as he helped me sit up properly, putting a few pillows for me to lean on. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." i said slowly feeling the pain of my incision. "No it's okay baby. Am glad you are up." i said looking around. "The baby?" I said almost absent mindedly. I do not remember at all having the baby, I just felt pain in every part of my body. "She is Fine." Jordan said proudly, "and yes it's a she. They just fed her she is sleeping. You will see he when she is up.""I am sorry
Jordan. One moment, we were dancing, I was holding her, monitoring her breaths, smelling her rose vanilla hair, the next she was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. This was not happening to me. It could not be happening. I felt as if I was losing my mind. I could not believe what I was seeing. It could not be. It just could not be. I dropped to my knees next to her. My hands were shaking. Jesus, God, no. Not her. Not her. Not my miracle.She was looking up at me, with a strange expression on her face, as if she was surprised to see me, as if it was me that was hurt, as blood was oozing out of her wound and spreading into her stomach area of her lavender dress. The assassin had been aiming for me, but he had hit her instead. This was all my fault and I knew it was Salvatore. I had taken his son away from him, he wanted his revenge. One more shot rang out and I heard the shrill announcement.“It’s clear! We have him!”“Hey you,” she said softly. Then she frowned, her hands were
Nala. A shiver crackled through my spine at his words. Because I knew that look in his eyes, the almost ferocious gaze and I knew what usually followed after that.The last time he had had that look in his eyes and told me to get over to where he was, I had been fucked against a doorand left in a puddle at his feet.“Um,” I swallowed. “I need to go to the Ladies first?”“You are going to be sorry if I have to repeat myself.”“Please. Someone could come in.” All I could think about was his mother or sister or even father walking in on us. “No one will come in until I allow them to.”Through the glass, I could see the other people around us, and people passing in between. I was pretty certain that theycouldn’t see into our own encasement, but they would definitely be able to hear us especially since there was no way that I would be able to stay quiet after he touched me.“But people can hear us,” I whispered.His gaze darkened even further, and I had to accept the painful truth, tha
Nala.The round lights in the ceiling as they rolled me into the OR barely registered. The only thing in my mind was the brutality of my contractions. Waves of paincoursed through my body and my fingers dug into my palms to help relieve some of the pressure.I had never in my life been in so much pain.But then I remembered his promise. Everything will be fine. I believed him, and that more than anything gave me thestrength to hope for a time beyond this pain that seemed as though it would never end.The Anesthesiologist put a mask over my face. “Count backwards from ten, ” she said kindly.10, 9, 8, 7… 6… then everything went dark.I woke up slowly. My whole body felt heavy. Even moving my fingers was an effort. I knew I was in a hospital. I felt fear.My lips moved.“My baby,” I called weakly. “Where is my baby?”It was only then I realized I was not alone. There was an arm and a head on my thighs. The arm lifted and he straightened.I stared at him in shock.He looked haggard. Mo
Jordan. we were riding back to Torrington Hall. Our bodies at least two feet apart. I stared out at trees, all cast in darkness, as we left the city.Who was I angry at? Was it at myself? For reacting like a jealous fool. Or was it at her for pointing it out? I couldn’t decide, but either way it didn’t feel good.I knew she was scared for her friend’s safety, but I had no intentions of doing anything to him. At that moment when Isaw him touch her so casually I wanted to throttle him, but now that my blood was no longer boiling, I could clearly see he was only a little gnat. Even the tiny effort required to squash him would not be worth my time.“ I… uh… I wanted to speak to you tonight about the greenhouse, ” she said hesitantly. Her tone was soft and docile.I turned my head to look at her. In the soft light coming fromthe console, her skin looked like alabaster.“Thank you for allowing me to work there,” she continued.“I need to buy some seeds. I will purchase them on my own of
Jordan. I felt as if I was losing my mind. I could not believe what I was seeing. It could not be. It just could not be. I dropped to my knees next to her. My hands were shaking. Jesus, God, no. Not her. Not her. Not mymiracle.She was looking up at me, with a strange expression on her face, as if she was surprised to see me, as if it was me thatwas hurt, as blood was oozing out of her wound and spreading into her stomach area of her lavender dress. The assassin had been aiming for me, but he had hit herinstead. This was all my fault and I knew it was Salvatore. I had taken his son away from him, he wanted his revenge. One more shot rang out and I heard the shrill announcement.“It’s clear! We have him!”“Hey you,” she said softly. Then she frowned, her hands were still cradling her stomach. “What happened?”I shuddered as my hand went to touch her face. I was so terrified I was almost paralyzed. “It’s okay, ” I whispered even though I didn't really know if it was. “Everything i
Jordan.I took her to Boston’s harbor hotel with its Sixty foot stone archway and its panoramic views of the city’s skyline. It was also a personal favorite for other reasons. Security was easily monitored by my men, and my requests for privacy were always immediately fulfilled.As I mostly moved in the shadows and appreciated places that helped me maintain things that way.Across the terrace, private and heated transparent igloo-like boxes had been erected to both tackle the frigid winter air,and to provide privacy. One of the things I liked the most about these encasements were how the glass made it possible for you to see out, but for no one to see within.I sat at my usual enclosure with my customary glass of Dirty Martini and tried to imagine Nala working in the greenhouse… and couldn’t. I’d never even been inside it. I had to admit I’d never given the idea of gardening muchthought, but I had formed the general impression gardeners were gardeners because they couldn’t find bett
Nala. It was still dark the next morning when I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. There was no one else around, but Jordan's mom was already up andsitting at the table drinking something from a cup and. looking into an open notebook. She looked up at me and frowned.“Is something wrong?” she asked worried I shook my head. “Nothing is wrong. I was wondering if I could have some cake or cookies.” I said feeling embarrassed "Ofcourse yes. I can't tell you how much cravings I had with Jordan. I gained over one hundred pounds." she said smiling as she served me a plate of chocolate chip cookies with warm milk. I looked at her confused, wondering what she was talking about or why she was even telling me about that. She saw the confusion and smiled again. " oooh, Jordan told us about your news.""What news?" I asked even more confused as ever. "That you are pregnant." she said looking at me with that judgemental look of hers. "My son always wanted to be a father you know and g
Jordan. 001It had taken a lot of pursuading to say get her to come with me. But I needed her there. I needed her to see how hard I was working to make things right between us. I needed her to know I was doing everything in my power to get her son back. I glanced at the poised woman by his side as i wound my way through the curvy hills toward my home. The top was down, and her gold red hair blew in the wind in a tangled mass, but she didn’t seem concerned. Her pursed lips told me she was thinking hard, probably getting into character to meet my family. It was not the first time, but it was since she recovered her memories. During the last twenty four hours, I had learned a lot about Nala. Unfortunately, the tiny glimpse only made me crave her more.The vivid green of trees and brown earth flashed by and welcomed me in a way that soothed my soul. My family owned land from generations back, which had all been passed to me. But i had always known from my first visit to New York City th