Unexpected

Chapter 3

Before my friend could reply, he grabbed my hand with an incredible firm but soft way, and pulled me to the courtyard, where people were talking, romancing, drinking and dancing.

"Look, Jordan, I'm sorry if I misled you in any way, but-"

His hands grabbed my face gently and his mouth interrupted me. His kiss was firm and long. I actually felt my knees buckle, and my hands held on his shirt. His dropped to my waist as he nestled me to his chest. One traveled up my spine and caressed my nape, twisting the kiss as he pleased. When he stopped, his nose touched mine and his silver gaze was hard.

"Now, tell me again how busy you are with work?" He teased.

"Jordan, stop." I sighed, but my hands caressed his pecs over the white shirt "This is wrong"

"That's why it's hot."

"Look, we have nothing in common!"

"Hang on." He frowned and chuckled "That's not true. We both enjoy dancing, walking on the beach, pizza in bed and a steamy shower. Oh, and sleeping together."

"Uh, baby, yes, please take me to the altar now!" I teased, and he tossed his head back to laugh.

"And I love your sense of humor. C'mon, don't be a little sissy. Man up."

"I'm not being-"

He kissed me again! The nerve of the man. He went all-in - as he always did, to be fair. When he stopped again, I was breathless.

"Tell me there's nothing here, and I'll leave" He dared me, I could see the glimpse of mischief in his gorgeous eyes.

"There's nothing" I responded quickly, just to spite him.

He blinked and frowned. I couldn't hold it and jumped to kiss him.

"Let's go." He begged me, our lips not leaving each other's "Come with me."

I didn't think twice; we both ran out the club and into his car. I remember seeing Eva with Jordan's group, and they were all cracking jokes our way – we ignored them. We trembled all the way back to his flat, tripped through the front door, taking each other's clothes off. When we fell on the bed, I couldn't think anymore. This man's body was sin, and I was a repressed catholic girl wanting to discover. He was gentle but firm, tender and romantic but sexy as hell. We made passionate love until the late hours, cuddled under the covers, and I fell asleep with him caressing my hair and my back.

It was hard to wake in the morning, put my clothes on, write him a quick 'I'm sorry' on a piece of paper, and leave. He would probably hate me after that, but we were just not right for each other. This had no future.

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WEEKS: 33-38

Dad was happy with the elections. His favorite candidate, the Cheeto, was going strong against Clinton, and his business associates had even considered supporting his campaign. I disagreed, obviously, and we've had a fight on our usual Sunday lunch. It was unusual for me, to be honest; I usually just shrug and move on, but I'd been really emotional in the last few weeks. Eva kept pointing out how bitchy I was being all the time, how crude and emotional. I guess I was just stressed. I mean, it was the peak of the summer, it was hot and moist and I was feeling hot and bothered all the time.

"Ok, you're coming with me!"

"Jesus Christ on a fucking bicycle!" I shrieked, as my friend Eva trotted inside my office in her bright and short yellow dress, her short blonde hair and big black shades.

"C'mon, c'mon!" She clapped her perfectly manicured hands.

"Shouldn't you be at work?!"

"I'm a partner at my law firm, remember?" She snorted, pulling me out of my office "And it's four o'clock on a Friday, by the way – time to go home!"