“If you didn’t invite him over, who then did?” I growled at Aiden, feeling rage and panic swelling from inside me as I paced to and fro in my studies.“I have thought that your mother might have sent him the message. I only just received mine,” he explained calmly and I froze. Realization dawned on me and I realized how foolish I had been to have thought they would invite Nathan over for dinner after I had told them what had happened between us. They would never do that, not to me or my new found happiness but since mom did not know, she might have gone ahead to send him an invite. I groaned, regretting why I didn’t inform her of the new issues that arose between us but who knew that Genesis would have wanted dinner and mom who was not in good terms with Nate would go ahead to invite him over when she could not stand the sight of him?“You should not have yelled at me that way, Jordan,” Aiden mumbled and I sighed realizing how wrong I was to have wanted to rain nothing but thunder and
Mom waltz in, not realizing who she brought with her or what she had done. But my heart ached at the sight of him and at a split second, I was disliking Nate so fast. He caught my eyes and smirked at my direction, before he looked away and Tiffany and Tiana walked up to him. Mom and the Connor’s started speaking and I turned my attention to Aiden who was staring at me with a wary look. I sighed and started back down towards them and found my mom. She pulled me into a hug and eyed me from head to toe in assessment before I turned to Nate.“You came with him,” I began dryly.“Yes,” she turned to Nate and flashed him a wry smile.“I found him at my door step and had no option,” she turned to me and I smirked. He knew that I was going to chase him out the moment he came, and he had decided to go to my mom because with her beside him, my guards would not dare. How wonderful?“Don’t you look amazing,” Mom entered, still accessing me and I frowned at her.“I always look amazing,” I retorted
GENESISA smile appeared at Nathan’s lips when my mom turned to him and my heart skipped instantly. I could feel eyes on me as well and I looked around to find Tiffany and Tiana staring back at me with worried gazes. My lips curved into a smile, or rather a smirk when I saw the worried look on their faces. Where they worried about me? how could they be worried about me when, this was all them? They had no right to look at me that way when it had been them all along. It was too hypocritical to stare at me worried when it was just a day ago, they hid Nate in their room to have a conversation with me. I looked away from them, seeing no need to speak, not like I had spoken to them at all when I came down. I noticed that the twins were staring at me with worried gazes too, however, I was also very angry at the both of them, so I looked away without offering a smirk. It was pay back time. I turned to Nate instead whose gaze were on me and he had what I could say was amusement within them. a
Dinner had turned to a disaster in a matter of minutes and Nate was dragged out while he suddenly fell unconscious. I could feel my parents’ eyes on me and I could perceive the tension that had suddenly clogged the air. Jordan had the worse look so far with his gaze turning hard and his eyes burning anger so brightly, it was bound to frighten anyone.“What is going on? What was he talking about?” my father’s voice rang loudly, breaking the silence that fell over us. I gritted my teeth and slowly turn my gaze to him since it was inevitable. Nate had said what he needed to say and it was left to me to either lie or tell the truth, the whole truth. Where was I supposed to begin from, the recent one or from the very day of my marriage to Jordan? I could not afford to imagine what it was like for him, the gaze, the look, the way my parents would perceive Jordan from now on.“Will someone say something?” Father growled when it I gave him no reply. I could hear the anxiety in his tone and th
“Wait. What?” I entered with my thoughts running wide and my heart racing at the very thought of leaving.“We are leaving,” father got up on his feet, his words sounding so harsh and cold and leaving no room for an argument or protest.“I can’t leave,” I retorted and turned to my mother with pleading eyes and fear.“Yes, you can, dear and you will.”“This isn’t a marriage, its prison, it’s a cell, its dangerous and we are really sorry we brought you into this,” she came closer to me and took my both hands in his while she stared at me with pain in her eyes.“No..” I pulled my hands away from her and shook my head as tears came running down my eyes as well.“Its not a prison yard neither is it dangerous for me,” I kept protesting.“Samantha is gone and yes, I can be put in danger because of the family’s past and position, but Jordan is here and he would keep me safe. I trust that he would.”“He had not kept you safe the first few times you were taken or attacked,” father entered, his e
Jordan had fallen asleep in my arms the previous night, while clutching onto me like his life depended on it. It was strange to see him so clingy and his constant request that I do not leave him was beginning to bother me in as much as it made me understand that he wanted me.I opened my eyes, since I could no longer sleep. It was morning and I was supposed to be out of bed already. But the morning was extra ordinarily cold and I liked being cuddled by him than being away from bed.“Do you still want to sleep?” his voice suddenly came from behind me as his hot breath fanned my neck. I smiled, loving the sound of his voice first thing in the morning and adjusted myself to turn around so I could look at him. His eyes were sparkling and it made me crave for coffee so bad or hot chocolate and his smile had returned to his face, easing my heart.“How long have you been awake?” I asked and he scrunched his nose.“Morning breath, wife…” he began and I paled. My face heated up immediately aft
By the time we got home, it was late and I was exhausted. Jordan had not only made us have lunch, but we had gone or business meetings. I was angry about that, since he never told me about the meetings, he never said a thing about stopping by somewhere to discuss stocks, negotiations and worth more when we were leaving the house and it had made me feel like that was the reason, he had insisted we went for shopping. He just needed to meet these men in three different places. I spent my dinner watching my husband discuss over work and no one cared.Without saying a thing, I came down from the car and started towards the house, hating him for a lot of things that had gone wrong that day. First, we had to see Samantha and yes, he might have not spoken to her, but he ended up making me feel worse when he had to tell me, I need to have coffee with a business associate. I had hated the idea but still gave in. He tried to comfort me by holding my hand and squeezing it or rubbing my back or si
I can’t tell how long I was in there for, but my heart was aching at my selfish request. The warm water did not take the pain away as it only reminded of something, his touch. I reminisced on all the time that we had spent together, all the things he had done for me, all the things I was feeling and how I wanted so much. We had sex, we were happy and he was making sure that I was, but was it enough?Well, the hurt in my heart answered that question, didn’t it? it was simply not enough to be husband and wife anymore, it was not enough to be happy anymore? I wanted so much more, I wanted what Samantha had. Tears burned my heart at my own silly confession and it clogged my chest with pain and threatened to suffocate me as I jammed my lips together, holding back myself from crying or giving in to the pain that he only could give to me. I knew that seeing Samantha earlier had brought these thoughts to me. I could still remember the smug look she had on her face, the smile on her lips, the