The Stripper Who Cried Wolf

The Stripper Who Cried Wolf - Chapter 10

"So what exactly do you do?" I asked, sitting across from him as I took a sip of my coffee.

"I took over my father's buisness empires when he sadly passed away." Jordan replied, his voice rough.

I looked down, knowing I put my foot in it. "I'm so sorry to hear that." I gently reached out to squeeze his fingers.

He took my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist. "It was a long time ago. It's less painful now, but I miss him still. He was a very wise man."

"You have an amazing family," I commented, feeling tingles as he turned my wrist this way and that. "I can feel how much you all love eachother,"

"You sound almost wistful," Jordan raised an eyebrow, staring at my wrist.

"Well, I don't get on with my family. My brother only needs me if he's in trouble and doesn't want my mum finding out. Sometimes, though, we meet up for dinner and catch up." I murmured, taking a sip of my coffee.

"So in other words you bail him out of jail and clean his face up after a drunken fight and in return he has to keep yu on his good side so that the next time he needs you, you'll come running."

"You took the words right out of my mouth," I sighed. "We've always had our differences and believe me I've had my good share of family arguments, but sometimes things just build up and build up until you have to lash out. But... blood runs thicker than water and all that."

"What happened?"

I cleared my throat, "They kicked me out when I was seventeen. I had no money and nowhere to stay." Jordan nodded for me to go on. "So John, the owner of Heaven, helped me out and gave me enough money to put a deposit down on a flat and get some furnishings. I refused to take his money so in exchange I worked for him. Not actually stripping, though. I started out pulling pints behind the bar and cleaning the club on a night. Eventually, after so many customers coming on to me, I started stripping."

Jordan didn't say anything. His mulling expression regarded me, not with sympathy, but respect.

"One night I was dancing and my dad came in with a group of his friends. He went mad and called me every name under the sun, embarrassed the hell out of me, and told me never to contact them again." I continued, "So I haven't."

Again, Jordan kissed my hand. "You're a fighter, Fawn."

"I have to be, otherwise people would walk all over me."

"Do you know what I think?" Jordan murmured, not letting me answer anyway. "I think there's something else, something deeper."

"It's all in the past now. I want it to stay there."

"Tell me," He whispered, no demanding tone in his voice, only warmth. I couldn't help but open up to him.

"I was young, demanding attention from the parents. I fell in with the wrong crowd at school, started getting myself in trouble with the law. It was my way of getting the attention from my parents. Eventually, that facade began to fade and they went back to not caring. They always told me I was such a dissapointment to them. So...," I trailed off, suddenly realising I was digger deeper into my past than I actually wanted to. Some things were best left forgotten.

"Fawn..." Jordan looked up at me, his eyes searing into mine.

"Yes?" I stared back, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

"What did you do?"

Silence overwhelmed me as I stared back at him, both of us trying to stare eachother out.

"Oi, Jordan! Be a gentleman and get my bags, I'm sweating buckets!" Alana's loud, annoying voice shouted from the distance.

We broke our staring match to see Alana across the street with two bright pink suitcases, what looked like three bags over each shoulder and her designer handbag.

"Do I look like I'm standing her for the good of my health?" She lifted her eyebrows, her voice causing people to look. "Well? Are you going to get my bags or do I have to slap some sense into you?"

"Okay, okay, geez!" Jordan got up. "Women are so impatient these days."

I giggled to myself and relaxed back in my chair as I watched Alana slap Jordan across the back of the head when he picked up her two bags.

"Be careful those are designer and if they get scratched I will shove a designer shoe up your ass until you learn respect for such a beautiful invention!" Alana tutted, moving into the seats as Jordan dropped the cases near us. "Hey girl!"

"Hi," I smiled, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Any chance I can stay with you? I got kicked out of my last apartment. Is it my fault the neibours don't know how to party until the wee hours? No! That place is like a care home except they can wipe their asses themselves." Alana went off into her rant about how a huge party almost got her arrested.

Jordan rolled his eyes and slumped back into his chair, sipping his coffee. I nodded politely and sipped my drink.

"So anyway long story short, I need somewhere to stay." Alana concluded.

"I'd hate to hear the long story." Jordan muttered into his cup.

Alana gave him killing eyes. "Do you want another slap?"

I couldn't help but laugh at the pair of them. This was what family should be like. Playful banter but always there for one another.

"Of course you can stay with me," I said to her when she looked at me expectantly. "Though, we may have to share my bed."

"It's okay sweetie, I'm not a lesbian." Alana placed her palm over her heart. "I hope you're not bi or anything, not that it would matter!"

Jordan and I almost choked on our coffee's. "Um, I'm completely straight," I answered.

"Good!" Alana grinned, clicking her fingers. "Waiter! Can I have a coffee with lots of sugar and lots of cream in, please. A bacon sandwich with loads of tomato sauce on and a peice of cake with lots of cream on. He's buying."

Jordan nodded at the waiter, not bothering to argue.

"Now, did Jordan invite you up to the cabins for the weekend? All of the family are going and we all expect you there, sweetie."

"I haven't gotten the chance to ask her yet," Jordan replied, looking at me.

"Well... ask her, dumbass!"

Jordan sighed. "Would you like to spend time up the cabins this weekend? It had great views of the mountain, a lake, a hotsprings and it's a nice little get away."

I smiled as the blush heated his cheeks. "I'll see John and ask for some time off. I think it will be great,"

And so the afternoon turned into a dinner with Alana with me and Jordan spending most of the time throwing little smiles and glances at eachother. After that we went back to my apartment where Alana certainly settled herself in.

I spent most of the time thinking about last night with Jordan and how we connected on a level beyond anything I imagined. But, as love struck as I was, there was something going on with him. I just couldn't put my finger on what it was though.