All Chapters of My Boyfriend's Cousin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Two years later"It's lunch time, Mandy. Take a rest." Jane patted my shoulder lightly as she stood beside my chair.I nodded my head, "In a moment. I'll join you later."Jane sighed. "Okay. I'll order your menu first, sounds good?"I looked up, smiled sweetly and threw a peck in the air, Jane snorted in disgust. "You are the best, my dear. Thank you.""I know. Just hurry up and finish it.""Aye aye madam." I replied, returning to focus on the data I had to input.Actually Gabriel had told me when he leave for a while earlier. He said that I had to stop my work and take a break when it was time because he really knew my work habits to the point of skipping breaks. I just nodded in response, which he replied with a ridiculous threat."If you don't take a rest, I won't give you any more work, Mandy. I'll do everything, and you're not gonna take a dollar from me."That ridiculous threat wouldn't have happened because I knew Gabriel could never even order his coffee without me. But, reall

"Did you know that RID Miller would be working with our company?" I asked, flip pancakes on pan.Jordan was sitting on the stool pantry, in front of his laptop and drinking his favorite chocolate milk. The habit that he always did in the morning before breakfast. "What? Are you serious?"I nodded, giving him a glance that showed a surprised face. "Yeah, I'm serious. I heard it from my friend who heard it from the Director.""Strange. It's not unusual for Rhysand to use an IT team from another company.""Why?" I asked as I put the pancakes on the plate. I then took some white bread to make sandwiches."Because he has his own programmers—by the way can I eat them?" Jordan asked, his index finger pointing at the two pancakes.I nodded."Well, as far as I know Rhysand prefers to use his own programmers because he doesn't like to be hassle." He continued while putting honey on top of the two pancakes."Couldn't have he just cooperated, right?"Jordan nodded. "Can be."I frowned, arranged t

Jordan hasn't heard from me in a week, and he hasn't replied to my messages at all. I didn't think about continuing to do it, and chose to continue with my life as it should be. I already understood that he was a busy person, and sometimes the cities he visited didn't have a signal. I try to understand that, I also have no right to interfere in his business. I can only pray that he's always protected while doing the noble thing to help the underprivileged. Something that sticks out in my heart is an envy when I see people with their partners, doing normal things and looking happy. I wanted to feel that too, but I realized it was an unreasonable thing to think about. I mean, everyone has their life and happiness. I don't have to envy them, because what God has given me is more than enough. So I stopped complaining and refocused on my work. Jordan would be back, and he had promised to introduce me to his family. He had serious intentions towards me, even though he never touched me.

Jordan didn't take me to Madrid like he said before. Apparently. His grandparents had their wedding anniversary party at their home in New York.Thoughts about them not liking me or I am unattractive in their eyes are occupying my brain right now. I could only clench my sweaty hands to vent my anxiety. "Don't be nervous, Amanda. They're good people. I'm sure they'll like you." I gulped and nodded. Choose to gaze at the towering pine trees on both sides of the road.My attention was slightly distracted when I looked at how grand and luxurious this mansion was. This palace is in the upscale BlueStone district of Tarrytown. The number one luxury district in New York. This blue to gray mansion, which is styled like an Urban building in the 20's, caught my interest because it was so beautiful. The grounds were wide and green, dotted with short thick trees and neat lawns, beyond the grounds of this magnificent mansion was the Hudson River shining in the moonlight. I'm guessing that Jord

My heart was beating fast in my chest, my stomach was churning. I closed my eyes for a moment trying to steady myself. I sucked in a sharp breath, and then twisted my body, the dress spinning around my legs. He towered high right in the balcony doorway. His hands were in his trouser pockets, the sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up to his elbows and two of his shirt pees were open, revealing the skin on his chest and tattoos peeking out a little. I swallowed heavily. Insist on putting on a flat face and not caring. Clearing my throat, I said, "And it still doesn't matter." "For a woman who just punched me yesterday and kicked my balls, you're pretty relaxed, señorita." There was a pause, he chuckled. "Do you know how important the part you punched was? You'll be disappointed if I don't get to use it." For a moment, I didn't expect him to actually say that, but he did. He really did. "And I'll cut it off now if you're not polite to me. Again." I emphasized that last word. He