Lyla

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Lyla

Oh my God, he was infuriating. Today was the third time this week Jordan has called some poo guy out for looking at me. First Paul, who I might add, barely talked to anymore, which sort of made being study partners difficult. I was tired of the damn nods he gave me instead of words now.

The second attack was on some guy who held the door open for me. And winked when I thanked him. I was sure he almost pissed his pants from the stare down Jordan had given him.

Now here we were at Charlie's Bar with Jordan standing chest-to-chest with some guy who had called me 'gorgeous.' Okay it was a flirtatious comment, but it was innocent. It wasn't like he grabbed my ass and called me 'sexy' or something.

I placed my hand on Jordan's arm and tugged him back. He only ignored me as he continued to threaten the poor guy.

"You see that girl?" He cocked his head in my direction, still staring down the guy in front of him. "Take one last look, memorize that face, and remember it. Now understand this- if you look in her direction again, this shit right here," he motioned between them, "is gonna end badly for you."

The other guy swallowed hard but stood his ground.

I slapped my hand to my forehead and shook my head. I was gonna kill him, murder his ass in his sleep. He was driving me crazy.

Jon wrapped his arm around Jordan's shoulders and pulled him away. 

I mouthed "I'm sorry" to the guy as I followed behind Mr. Pigheaded Ass and Jon.

Jordan had gone from barely acknowledge me to being my own personal bodyguard in less than five months. I was sure everyone in this bar had figured out we were together. Hell, I was surprised he even let me pee alone.

#

"You still mad at me?" he asked as I walked past him towards his bedroom.

I pulled my shirt over my head and slipped on one of his T-shirt to replace it. I shimmied from side to side as I unzipped my jeans, letting them slide down my legs and pool at my feet.

Jordan stood in the doorway, bracing an arm on each side of it, his muscles flexing. "You gonna talk to me?" he asked.

I glared at him before turning around and yanking down the coves. I crawled under them and pulled up them around my neck, tucking myself in tightly.

I listened to him grumbling as he moved around the room. When the mattress dipped behind me, I held my breath. He shifted around until I felt his arm slip around me beneath the covers. "Don't be mad at me," he said. "I just don't like other guys checking you out."

I turned and looked back over my shoulder. "It's embarrassing, Jordan. I could understand if they were going overboard, but half the time you take what they do or say out of context. You yelling at some poor guy for holding the door open for me was awful."

His jaw ticked. "Lyla, he was leaning forward to look down your damn shirt as you walked by."

I rolled my eyes and flopped back over on my side. "You are ridiculous."

"I'm not trying to be, Lyla, I just don't like that shit. This is all new to me. I used to make fun of Jon when he acted jealous. Now I know what he felt. It's like my common sense takes a backseat to my temper and I act on the anger."

I was trying to hold back my smile, but it was too hard.

"Are you laughing at me?" he asked, and all I could do was shake my head and try to frown. "You are."

He grabbed my waist, yanked me backward, and pinned me beneath him, then placed my hands above my head and held them securely in one of his.

"I've never felt this way before," he confessed as his gaze raked over my face and finally settle back on my eyes. "What I feel for you, I'll be honest, it freaks me out sometimes. I just want everyone to know you're mine. The thought of someone else touching you drive me insane."

"No one will," I assured him.

"Damn right they won't."

I smiled up at him, and he returned it. "There are other ways to handle things besides intimidation," I replied. "You don't have to be ready to throw down every time some random guy glances in my direction. Half the time I don't even know they're looking. That should mean something."

"It does mean something, but I still don't like it," he admitted.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him to me. "I am exactly where I want to be. Where I have wanted to be for so long. Stop being such a caveman and look it as a compliment."

"Look at what as a compliment?"

"That other guys admire what's all yours." I leaned up to place a soft kiss against his lips.

"Not happening, babe. Can't ignore that shit."

He wasn't going to budge. This was who he was. I closed my eyes tightly and giggled to myself. "You're so ridiculous."

"Yeah, but admit it, you like that I get jealous," he whispered just before kissing me, claiming me once again.

He was right, I did like it. I would never in a million years tell him that, but his possessive did make me feel good. It was amazing to know I meant enough to him that he felt the need to let everyone else know it too.

He just really needed to rethink his approach.

#

April yawned as she looked back at me. She had been to her doctor a couple times after being released from the hospital, but her condition hadn't gotten any better, so he hadn't cleared her for regular activity. As a result, she's been feeling cooped up and hungry for gossip. Every Tuesday and Thursday morning I was on watch until her mother could get here for the afternoon shift. It was actually nice to spend some time with her.

"Things have been good. Jordan has been really busy with the new construction at work, so we don't see much of each other during the weeks these days. We talked every day, though." I shrugged like it was no big deal. I missed him, but I knew his reputation was important to him. He pushed to complete every job ahead schedule.

"He took yesterday afternoon off to help Dad get a new washer and dryer. I just assumed he's spend the rest of the day with you."

I had no idea he hadn't been at work. He hadn't said anything or even called until later that night. I hadn't even been out to his house in over a week. We had stayed at my apartment the last couple times we had been together.

When I was relieved of April duty, I drove by the property he was working on and saw his truck parked out front. The fact I had even checked up on him made me feel sick to my stomach. He must have had a reason for not mentioning yesterday. He knew I was busy during the day too, so he probably just didn't want to bother me. I had to trust him. I had no reason not to.

I pushed the entire thing out of my mind and went about my day after sending him a quick text just to let him know he was on my mind.

Me: I miss you.

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