I blinked my eyes open as sunlight spilled through the curtains. I woke slowly, my body felt heavy with a calmness that felt foreign. I hadn't felt this much peace in a while.His arm was still draped over my waist, his breath warm against my neck. For a moment, I didn’t move, didn’t blink, I lay there, afraid that the slightest shift might shatter the fragile peace of this moment.Jordan lay unguarded in his sleep, no furrowed brow, no clenched jaw, just quiet. His lashes were long for a man, and beautiful too. I traced my hands slowly over his brows.His eyelashes fluttered. A low hum rumbled in his chest as he stirred, arm tightening reflexively around me. When his eyes opened, sleep-blurred and dark, they locked onto mine instantly.“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice groggy with sleep. “Morning.” My fingers brushed a crease the pillow had left on his cheek. He caught my hand, pressed a kiss to my palm. “You’ve been staring.”“Only for a few minutes." I said with a smile.“H
I looked up at him when the knock came a second time. “Are you expecting someone?"“No, but it's not unusual for me to get a visitor at this time. Could be someone from the office. Give me a minute." He said, getting up to his feet and going to the door. He pulled it open.Chloe stood at the entrance with Cal behind her. “Where's she? Why didn't she come home last night? Why wouldn't she answer my calls?”She stopped mid-sentence as Jordan stepped aside, revealing me at the dining table with a shaky smile on my face. Her eyes widened, and then she was across the room in a heartbeat, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug.“Oh my God, Rissa,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “I was so scared. I thought… I didn’t know what had happened to you, and you wouldn't answer my calls.” “I’m okay,” I said, my voice muffled against her shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.”She pulled back, her hands gripping my shoulders as she searched my face. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t g
Chloe and I spent the rest of the day the way that we enjoyed doing most. We sat with chocolate flavored popcorn and drinks and watched cliche romcoms with a blanket over our legs. We laughed too hard at terrible dialogue and cried at the same sad ending we'd seen five times before, with our knees knocking together whenever one of us reached for the tissue box. Rain tapped against the windows outside, the kind of steady patter that made the world outside feel far away, the kind of steady patter that caused us to huddle together under the single blanket, holding on to each other.Suddenly, in the middle of a movie that was playing, she spoke loudly. "Pause it," she demanded, pointing at the screen where the romcom heroine was mid-cliché stumbling into the male lead’s arms. I hit the remote. "What?" "You’re doing it again." “Doing what, exactly?” I responded. She reached over and grabbed my wrist, turning it palm-up. My thumbnail was ragged, the skin around it pink and irritat
The week passed by uneventfully. I went from home to work and back home. Jordan and I talked daily, and he wouldn't stop reminding me about Friday. According to him, that was his way of ensuring that I didn't back out.By Friday night, I had become so nervous thinking about this dinner date that I nearly jumped when Chloe slammed my bedroom door open, a curling iron in one hand and a nearly empty wine glass in the other. “Erm, what are you doing?" I asked, staring at her incredulously."Up," she commanded, kicking the door shut with her foot. "We're doing this properly."“You're not touching my head with that thing." I said, pointing to the curling iron in her hands. “Yes, I am. Come on, sit up. We can't let you be late."“Chloe it's just dinner!" I whined, holding my pillow closer. “And I still have time. It's just 5:30."She yanked the covers off me with unnecessary force. "It's not just dinner, Colton. It's dinner at Jordan's house. With what I'm sure will be stupidly expensive
After the dance in Jordan's kitchen, I had a smile plastered on my face as he set the table and treated me to premium princess service. The salad dressing which he'd made earlier and kept in the fridge tasted like heaven.As I ate, he hovered over me waiting to hear me say that the food was great. I held back for a while not giving him the satisfaction of the compliment that I knew he was dying to hear.Later, as I savoured the sweet taste of the lamb chops, I finally gave in and told him how great the food was. He beamed, and I laughed.“What are you so excited for me though? Weren't you already confident in your cooking skills?"“Well, I was, but still, it never hurts to hear just how good you are again."I laughed at that. I didn't know if this was him being egoistic or if he was just really excited to know that I was enjoying his cooking. He finally served up some of that food for himself, poured us both some of the wine that I'd come in with, then delved into his food. As we ate
I did just that. As I pulled into the driveway of the hospital which I knew was the same one the Kingstons used, I grabbed his phone from his front pocket and dialed Lilian. She answered on the second ring. “Hi, Jord—”"Help us!” I shouted, ‘’Its Jordan. I don't know what's up with him, but there's a lot of blood."She was calmer than I expected. “I need you to calm down, Marissa. Where are you right now?"“At the hospital. Mount Sinai." I said, rushing out of the car and inside the hospital to call for help.“Okay, Marissa. Like I said, I'm going to need you to stay calm. I'm on my way. I'll be there in 15 minutes, hear me?“Yes, yes." I responded. Two nurses rushed after me moments after with a stretcher between them. They wheeled him off and I ran after them until someone stopped me and asked me to stay back. I headed back to the reception and put a call through to Chloe, telling her what had happened and where I was. She was at the hospital in less than ten minutes. Lilian reac
Jordan's POVI lay there watching her leave with a forced smile. I cursed inwardly. Why did this have to happen today of all days? I had been diligent with my treatment these past few weeks. I hadn't missed a single day, so what went wrong?I'd felt the first signs of pain just before Marissa's knock came. I'd downed a bottle of water. It'd come again while we ate, but I hadn't expected the gut wrenching pain that I suddenly felt as we kissed. I hadn't expected the pain that clawed at my heart and knocked me breathless.I saw the helplessness in her eyes as she cried and asked how she could help. I wanted to tell her that it was okay, that I just needed to get to the hospital and I would be fine, but the more I tried to speak, the more blood sputtered out of my mouth.That was new, by the way. I had traces of blood in my saliva now and then but it had never been this bad. I drifted in and out of consciousness on the drive to the hospital. I watched her run after the nurses as they whe
Alone in my office after everyone had dispersed, I ran a weary hand through my hair. I knew that the business world was quite competitive, but we'd never had anything like this happen before.I reached for my phone and dialed a number I kept for extreme circumstances. He answered on the fourth ring.“Mr Kingston." The voice was all gravel and cigarette smoke, just like I remembered. We kept Walker around for issues like this which required someone who was as crude as he was professional to carry out serious investigation. "Need you to dig into something," I said without preamble. "Someone's spreading lies about Kingston Enterprises." He paused for a bit then spoke. "This about Hemsworth and the news flying about on Kingstons and some financial fraud bullshit?”I was quiet for a bit. I wasn't exactly surprised that Walker had found. That was what he did. He knew things. I just felt a jarring realization in my guts that news traveled fast in certain circles. "I want to know who's f
After that initial awe had worn off, excitement took over. I wanted to see the entire place!I walked to the middle of the room, spun around, and shouted, “This is mine! I own this building!”My voice echoed off the walls, and Jordan laughed.“Damn right you do.”He spun me around in the center of the empty room and our laughter filled the air.We didn't go straight home. We went to a park filled with noisy children and lovesick teenagers. The place was livelier than usual, and although it took some teasing, Jordan finally dropped his almighty Kingston cap and joined in the fun.He joined me on the rollercoaster ride and laughed heartily while I screamed. He liked it so much that he went for a second ride when I got off the ride. He said he hadn't done anything like it since he was a child.We ran around the park charging bubbles and trying to pop them. Later, we simply sat on the floor, with me lying back against his chest and him wrapping me in his giant arms.By the time that we fi
Breakfast went smoothly. We all had our pancakes with hot chocolate, and chatted happily over insignificant things. There was something about a full belly, hot chocolate, and laughter shared between the two most important people in my life that made the world feel… weightless. Like I was walking on air. Like I could do anything.After breakfast, Chloe hurried upstairs to take a zoom call while Jordan and I talked through clearing the dishes. When we finished, I dried the plates and placed them back in the drawer. Jordan relaxed against the same counter that he'd kissed me on less than an hour ago, staring at me like I was some prized piece of art that only he had access to.“You ready?” he asked, his lips twitching into that little smirk that always managed to melt something in me.“Ready for what?” I replied, feigning cluelessness, though I knew full well what he meant. He'd been talking about this ‘somewhere’ that he wanted to take me to since he got here.I wondered what it was thi
Jordan gave me 20 minutes to get dressed before leaving. I took almost 40 minutes. What kind of woman would I be If I got ready under the exact time he gave?Downstairs, Chloe sat at the dining table hard at work. She wore an oversized shirt over black biker shorts, and drew her knees up to her chin as she typed furiously on her laptop. Her natural blond hair was up in a messy bun, and she wore her wire rimmed glasses which she'd hated since she first got them in senior year, high school. She looked hot as hell! She took her eyes off work, and turned her attention to me briefly when I got downstairs.“Hey, beautiful."“Hey, beautiful." I returned with a smile.“You look good."I did a 360 spin for her and she hooted and whistled. I was wearing a simple floral dress that was snatched at the top, and flowed regally to my knees from beneath my bust. It was simple and classy.“Thanks. Where's Jordan?"“In the kitchen." She said, pointing with her finger. “He offered to make breakfast.”We
I didn't get home until evening. Brenda's book club's tea party was only a few days away, and I had to meet with the ladies for some last minute adjustments to the menu. I'd never wanted to impress anyone like I wanted to impress these women. They were some high caliber people, and this was my chance to win them over before the business opened.I sighed and kicked off my shoes before plopping onto the sofa in the sitting room. I still didn't have a name it. I'd stopped stressing over it, thinking that it would come to me naturally, but at this point, it looked like I might be needing to start making conscious efforts to get a name again. We couldn't have a grand opening without a business name now, could we?I heard someone rush down the stairs and looked up to see Chloe with a box of steaming noodles in her hands.“You're alive!"I chuckled. Why wouldn't I be? It's not like Layla had claws or fangs or anything. Plus it had been almost six years since we left college. We were all diff
Chloe made more noise than a hurricane as she rushed down the stairs with her bag in one hand and her six inch tall shoes in the other. For someone who was already tall, it was interesting how she never wore anything other than heels.“I’m late. I’m late. I’m so damn late,” she muttered as she skidded into the kitchen.I was leaning against the counter, sipping coffee and reading a recipe draft on my tablet. She glanced at me, then did a double-take.“You’re dressed.”“I am.” I said with a small smile.She narrowed her eyes at me as she shoved her arm into the sleeve of her coat. “That's suspicious. Didn't you say y'all found a replacement and you don't have to go to work anymore? What are you going to do?"I laughed. Suspicious indeed. "I'm not going to work.”"Then where?” Obviously impatient, but not willing to leave without knowing where I was going."I'm meeting Layla.”Her eyes bulged. "Layla as in Layla Freeman? Same Layla that we ran into a couple nights ago?”"Same same.” I r
Chapter 81Chloe and Caleb were already seated at a table when we walked into the restaurant. It buzzed with life and I smiled at the sight. This was the same restaurant where I'd first seen Jordan. It almost felt like it had been ages since that day when Chloe and I sat across from each other, and I stepped out to take my mother's call. The scowl that had been on my face when I came back in after that encounter with Jordan outside still made me laugh till date. The fact that he'd actually asked me to ‘look after myself'. Oh, the nerve of the man! I chuckled and glanced at Jordan. I wondered if he remembered too. We walked over to the table where Chloe and Caleb sat, already sipping from the cocktails in front of us.Chloe saw us first. She hurried to her feet and pulled me in for a hug. She hugged Jordan next. Caleb had a big smile plastered on his face as he rose to hug me too. God, had we all missed that smile. It is true what they say. Being with the person that you love makes a
Elizabeth blinked as Jordan strolled with a quiet authority towards us. Even she seemed taken aback by his question.“I asked you a question, Elizabeth Colton. How much do you want?”She quickly collected herself and put on an indifferent air. "Well, she owes me a whole lot.”"I do not!” I said, gritting my teeth. What did she mean I owed her a lot? God, the woman never could pass up on an opportunity to milk me.Jordan raised his brows at her. His gaze didn't waver. “I asked you a question. How much?"Couldn't he see that I was seething? Why was he asking how much she wanted?She shrugged. “100,000."My jaw dropped. 100,000 dollars?"You freaking thief!” I shrieked, but neither of them seemed to be listening to meJordan slipped a hand into his breast pocket and took out a checkbook while Elizabeth looked on gleefully. I looked in stunned silence as he wrote calmly and deliberately on a single page, tore it out, and held it out to my mother. I moved fast. Just as she was about to tak
I dropped my resignation with a two week notice which meant that even though I'd resigned, I was still working until we could find a replacement for Jordan's assistant. We'd interviewed a couple people but none of them seemed suitable for the role.Meanwhile, I spent all of my free time searching desperately for a place to set up the business. I'd decided to go a step further in my plans. I wasn't just going to be catering to clients. I would make the space into a cozy bakery of some sorts. Cupcakes, pastries, scones, and if I could manage it, perhaps coffee.I knew it was a lot to aim for, but a certain someone had taught me to never let my mind limit me. If I put my heart to it, then I could most certainly do it. Nancy.Now, the next step was finding a good space that wouldn't cost too much. I was on a budget after all.I found the place on a Friday evening. I’d already seen three other options that day that made me want to set something on fire, and I had no doubts that even the re
Jordan's expression was unreadable. He took a step back, and shoved both hands in his pockets.“Erm… congratulations.I cocked my head at him. I'd been expecting better. “Thank you." I said, my voice laced with uncertainty.He nodded and remained quiet.“Is there a problem, Jordan?" I asked.“No." He said, shaking his head. He rocked back and forth on his heels, his hands still in his pockets.“Well?" I snapped, suddenly impatient. “If there's something you'd like to say to me, just say it."He ran a hand through his dark hair, and moved to sit at the edge of his desk. "I don't have a problem with you leaving Kingston, Marissa. If anything, I support your decisions. You know that.”"Then what's the problem?”"I just want to be sure that you've thought this through. Marissa, starting a business is no joke. It would demand—”"I've thought it through.” I said, cutting him off.“Marissa, I —”"What is this, Jordan!? I don't get it. A little over a week ago, you sat in that throne-like cha