All Chapters of After One Night : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ella’s Pov The music was so loud it was almost deafening. The club filled with people we had never seen in our lives, yet everyone danced like they had known each other for the longest time. I swayed my hips all over the place as we danced, laughed and enjoyed ourselves, besides we owed this enjoyment to our bodies for working so hard in order to get here. “Ella, did you notice the guy in a black suit staring at you? He’s been looking at you ever since we got here,” I listened to Maya scream over the loud music as we danced. “It’s one of the many guys who couldn’t keep their eyes off from us since we got here,” I replied and we burst out into laughter. It was true. We looked so sexy tonight. Our effort tonight made the fun even better. “Mind joining me for a drink?” I discerned a deep baritone voice turning around to see the most beautiful creature I had seen. He looked like a model straight from a magazine cover. OMG!!! I couldn’t help but scream in my head. I can’t jus

Ella’s POV “Stay right there Fiona, don’t come any closer.” I heard Jordan say in an angry tone. Is this man even serious? So he had a girlfriend and he behaved that way with me yesterday. Not like I cared about this brat making all this noise at the moment, but I just felt sorry for her that her loving Jordan was a cheat. Suddenly, the attraction I felt towards this man, who was now walking to the door, turned to disgust. “What are you doing here, Fiona? And why are you creating a scene in my home causing trouble?” Jordan said, now standing in front of her and I stood here wanting to disappear in any way that I can. I didn’t want to be part of this drama. “Your girlfriend comes to see you and this is what you have to say to me, Jordan? You have never acted this way toward me, is it because of this lowlife maid?” Fiona asked now looking at me like I was mud under her feet. Maybe I was because I had nothing compared to her. “You don’t get to insult her and I’m going to ask fo

Ella’s POV “Master, we’ve found who tried to kill Miss Ella,” John announced, and I saw Jordan’s face fuel with anger. I had never seen this look on him. He looked like he could kill anyone right now. “Ok, give me a minute, I’ll be with you.” Jordan replied and with that, John left the room. I had to at least know who wanted me dead. Although I had an idea but I hope it wasn’t the Baxter family. I know they wanted me dead for the trouble I caused them. I really hope it wasn’t them. “Ella, I know you have all rights to know, but please, can you let me handle this for now? Immediately, I’m sure of the suspect. I’ll inform you right away and you can decide what ever you want me to do with the person and it’ll be done in an instant. I promise you.” Jordan said to me in a very soft tone. He was a gentle guy and a rough one as well when need be. But right now, he was the sweetest person ever. I nodded my head, giving permission to go ahead and with that he left the room instructin

Chapter 7 Ella’s POV “Don’t stand there staring at me, answer the damn question Ella! Talk fast.” Jordan yelled at me. This is the first time since we met. I didn’t know how to start explaining everything to him but I had to. “Jordan I promise you, it’s not what you think,” I tried explaining. But how did he know about Jake? “Ok since you want to know, I’m a criminal. Jake, is the brother of the person I murdered.” I said and I could see his body stiffen. “Ella don’t play around with me. What do you mean you’re a murderer? I held your phone, and a message came in from him saying you guys need to meet up, and you shouldn’t ignore him any further. Isn’t this the tone of an ex? Or maybe a present lover?” Jordan stated. Is that what he really thinks, that Jake is my lover or something? He’s absolutely wrong. “I know we’re not in a relationship yet, and I have no right to act the way I’m doing now, but you’re under my roof and I need to know. So tell me the truth Ella.” Jordan de

Ella’s POV The gallery was a masterpiece in itself. Having marble floors and towering glass walls. Warm golden lights shining over the well crafted artworks. It was truly a sight to behold. Everything was perfect. Guest moved with so much elegance, some partly discussing the bidding later on and who will go home with the most priceless piece of art here. These folks were so wealthy, I felt out of place. Jordan had asked me to accompany him and I couldn’t turn him down, not after seeing his perfect smile. He had told me to stop calling him master, and I honestly didn’t know how I’d stop. He may change toward me, and I have to go back to my job. At least then I’ll be able to handle my heart properly. But what if I dive deeper and he doesn’t want me? We stood now looking at The Eternal Whispers, by Marcel Drevere, a renowned artist. It was an oil painting featuring blue and gold strokes, said to symbolize the fleeting nature of life worth $6 million. That’s lots of money whic