All Chapters of After One Night : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Jess’s POV Ever since the night of my birthday party, I had made it a priority to try dating someone new. At first I thought it would be a good thing for Andrea to have a dad who actually remembers her, and will take care of her, but that wasn’t the case. Every date I had gone on for the past three weeks, always ended up with me leaving and never wanting to call or get a call from them again. One thing was certain, I wasn’t the problem. They were. At least that’s what I thought. “Girl, Jess…” Maya snapped her fingers in my face. “My goodness, looks like I’ve been talking to myself for minutes now.” She creased her brows and folded her arms on her chest. I let out a laugh because her petty act was so cute. Even though I hadn’t been listening to her, I know she must have been talking about a new guy she found online and she wants me to try him. “Maya, can we give it a break? We can resume man hunting after the launch tomorrow, please.” I pouted my lip and batted my lashes at her.

Third Person’s POV Fiona had stood still for a while watching Jordan leave the house, giving her his final warnings. She wasn’t terrified nor scared of him, but she was mad, mad at the fact that he was beginning to see her for who she truly was and that she didn’t have the upper hand anymore. “Ma’am, should we throw the fruit juice as well?” A maid walked up to her and asked, taking her away from her thoughts. She stared at the maid with creased brows and clenched fists. “Are you stupid?” Fiona asked furiously. “No ma’am. I’m sorry. I just thought Master didn’t like the food, so maybe we could preserve the juice.” The maid bowed her head in fear and fidgeted with her fingers while the other servants watched the scene closely from hidden parts of the house like they always do. “You know what, since you care so much about the juice, then here, you can have it.” Fiona said as she picked up the glass jar of orange juice and poured it slowly on the maid’s head to her toes.

Jordan’s POV I had left the house early that morning, more angry than ever. My entire night had been filled with one discovery after another and the sight of Fiona’s face made things even worse. Jerome and I waited for John and Rob on the rooftop of a classic hotel. It had been only 10 minutes since we got there, but my anxiety was getting the better of me. John deserved an apology from me and that I will offer once I saw him. “Boss, they are here.” Jerome’s voice cut deep through my thoughts. I turned my attention to the private door that led to where we were and there they stood. “Bro!” Rob yelled as he walked up to me and John followed behind. John had on a black suit, black shades and some brown pair of shoes, just like he always did when he worked for me. His dark color shone brighter, and he looked happier with his present life. “Hi Rob.” I said as I embraced my friend. “Hi John, I’m glad you could make it.” I said, stretching my hand forward for a handshake, b

Third Person’s POV Fiona had driven off for a while before pulling her car over to make a call. She pulled out her phone with one hand while clenching her fist with the other. She put the phone on loud speaker as the person she was calling answered. “Yes Fiona, have you shopped to your satisfaction?” It was Jake. “Ella is back Jake, that bitch is back and she’s rich suddenly. She fucking owns Glossy Pearls.” Fiona yelled. “You’re kidding, right?” Jake chuckled. “Do I sound like I’m in the mood to play around? You guys are never serious.” She spat. “Calm down Fiona, you’ve just been yelling the entire day. Give it a break. Why don’t you come to my place, and we’ll talk about what’s bothering you. Okay?” Jake said. “It turns out I’m an unlucky female. All the men in my life are dickheads. You know what, I’ll go blow off some steam first. See you later.” She brought the phone closer to her mouth and yelled. “Fiona, I…” Jake tried to say, but she ended the call immediately

Jordan’s POV Nothing made sense to me at this point. I couldn’t still believe the woman I was told that I had loved before losing my memory was the same woman I was fantasizing over, some months back. “Bro, we can go now. The car’s ready.” Rob announced as we made our way out of my office and in to my car at the parking lot. My brain spun with thousands of questions and doubts. What if she doesn’t want anything to do with me? Or what if she doesn’t let me see my kid? I know I didn’t speak nicely to her before, but I hope she understands that I wasn’t myself. Getting shot in the head is not like tossing candy to kids. It’s terrifying. Jerome drove while John sat in the passenger’s seat and Rob sat next to me at the back. We had been moving for about 15 minutes now and I couldn’t help but feel more nervous than usual. “John,” I called, and he looked at me over his shoulder. “Do you think she’ll want to see me?” “No boss, she definitely wouldn’t want to