Jordyn’s POV I was uneasy during dinner. Laura was acting perfectly normal, as though I hadn’t just confessed my love for her and she’d been dismissive and condescending. I couldn’t help but eye her a bit suspiciously. If she wasn’t in love with me, fine. I could handle that. I’d taken a chance and told her how I felt. I didn’t regret it. I was Jordyn 2.0, and Jordyn 2.0 took risks. It was how she’d handled it that bothered me. Up until that point, I’d thought the sun set and rose with Laura. She’d seemed so…perfect. Crazy smart. Super successful. A vixen in bed. But as I glanced up at her from my disgusting plate of fish, I began to wonder… Does she even have a heart? Had Cass been right all this time? Did Laura actually have a mental disorder that prevented her from having emotions? I wasn’t ready to make any judgements at the moment, but it sure as hell seemed like she was a cold, heartless bitch.I don’t
Jordyn’s POV I pulled the fish out of the oven and tried not to gag at the smell. Ugh. I fucking hated fish. I mean come on, who ate things that had gills and scales? I’d always been revolted by the thought of eating fish. They just seemed so…dirty. But Laura loved fish. It was her favorite food, so, like the good boyfriend I was, I’d made her fish for dinner. I figured I’d just chug some wine and muscle through a few bites. Things were going so well with Laura, I could hardly believe it. I’d been pretty pissed when I found out what she’d done with the contract, but after her explanation, I had to admit – it made sense. She had way more business acumen than Stella and Cass combined, and she was offering to help them. Even if it HAD been a strange way to go about it. My mind turned to thoughts of Laura as I squeezed lemon onto the fish. Her glossy, black hair. Her thick eyelashes. The curve of her breasts. He
Cassandra’s POV “I don’t know,” Stella said, turning to her profile in the mirror. She studied her reflection, with her hand on her stomach. “I can’t decide. They’re both so different.” She turned to us, her eyes panicked. “Help me.” Laura and I were sitting in the waiting area of the bridal shop, lattes in hand. We were doing our best to be patient, but we’d been here for over four hours now. Stella had literally tried on the same three dresses a dozen times each. In all fairness, they were both beautiful, and I could see why she was having a hard time deciding. One was long and poofy, with a full crinoline and circle skirt, a beaded bodice, and a strapless top. The other was long and sleek, in a mermaid style that hugged her hips and showed off her curves. They were two very different ‘looks’ and Stella couldn’t decide between them for the life of her. “I think I’m going to try on the other one
Dillon’s POV “Oh look, Dillon. There are ducks. See? We can sit out here, right on this bench, and feed the ducks.”Cassandra was pointing out at the pond. Sure enough, there were ducks. I nodded. Of course there were ducks. The estate literally had everything.At this rate, I wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if a fucking unicorn waltzed out of the forest.“They’re nice,” I replied.We’d been touring the estate for over two hours. We’d seen the entire house, the beach house, the guest house, and the playhouse (which was a massive fort for kids). We’d seen the stables, the trails through the forest, the gardens and the greenhouse, the hedge maze, the tennis and basketball courts, and rose gardens. We were now at the private pond, which was more like an actual lake, complete with a little sandy beach, a couple of row boats, and a dock to fish off of.I don’t think Cassandra had stopped talking once. Her face seemed to light up anew every time she stepped into a room, or onto a
Cassandra’s POV Stella and I pulled up to the address Jordyn had sent us. He was waiting outside the building, in a nice suit, a huge grin on his face. “Cass, this location is amazing,” Stella said, stepping out of the car. I had to agree. It was a pretty incredible location. The building we were viewing was on a busy street lined with cute little cafes, bars, and assorted restaurants. It was definitely one of the more well-known streets in the city. It had an artistic, funky vibe. Stella and I looked for something in this area when we were first trying to find a place to open our company. But there hadn’t been very much available, and anything that was available had been way out of our price point. “I can only imagine what it costs,” I said to Stella. Not that it really mattered. I had more than enough money to afford the lease on a nice building, even though Stella was resistant to letting me spend too much of my own money. She
Cassandra’s POV We were getting closer and closer to the port at Florida, but I had to admit, I was confused. It was almost time to get off the yacht, and I had no ring on my finger. Several times during the trip I’d been sure that he was going to propose, but each time, it had ended up being completely the wrong place. He said we were going out to a special dinner. I romanticized a candle lit table on the beach, the sound of the waves in the background, the full moon rising. But instead, he’d taken me to a rowdy bar that served tacos. I’d stood there, stunned, as people danced on the counter tops. It was hardly the place to propose. The next day, he’d told me we were having a special lunch. This is it, I’d told myself. He’d probably booked us some sort of private tour to a secluded beach somewhere. I could see the soft white sand, the lush jungle in the background. Yes, that would be the perfect