Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
I doubt most of the world will now, either.
“Does Peters know about the two of you?”
“We aren’t his business,” I manage to say, my voice shaking. “What’s between me and Jordan is between the two of us. It’s no one else’s business and never has been.” I hesitate for a long moment. “You’ve done a lot of shitty things yourself, especially lately. If you have any decency in you, you’ll do the right thing this time and not turn our relationship into a circus. Jordan has suffered long enough for doing the right thing. Jamison is the story here. Let that be enough.”
Charles doesn’t say anything, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. But maybe if Jamison can do the right thing for once, so can this man. At least, that’s my hope.
“Come on,” Jordan murmurs after a moment, gently leading me toward the truck.
Charles doesn’t follow us. He simply turns around and walks away.
Jordan and I don’t speak until he’s buckling me into my seat.
“I want to see his statement,” I whisper.
“I know.” He tugs my hands to his lips, brushing a kiss across my knuckles. “We’ll look as soon as we get home.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jordan
The ride from the arena to the house is completely silent. Sutton opens her mouth four different times like she wants to say something, only to snap it closed again. I can only guess where her mind is at, what she’s thinking.
I can’t fucking believe he actually told the truth. I don’t think I will believe it until I read that statement for myself. But I want to be at home when we do it, behind closed doors. I don’t want her reaction spread all across the world…and I damn sure don’t trust Charles not to do exactly that.
Sutton may have hope for that prick, but I don’t. He’s burned my team one too many times already.
I pull into the garage and kill the engine before circling around to lift her out of the truck. She trembles against me as I carry her inside, not stopping until we’re in the bedroom.
I settle on the chaise, pulling her down onto my lap. My iPad is still on the table beside the chaise. I leave it there for a moment, focused on Sutton…on making sure she’s ready for whatever we’re about to read.
I tip her head back, scrutinizing her beautiful face. She’s still trembling faintly, but her eyes are clear.
“I love you,” I remind her, needing her to hear that before we start picking at a wound that’s barely started to heal.
“I love you, too,” she whispers.
“No matter what it says, that doesn’t change. We don’t change.”
Her brows furrow. “You think we will?”
Do I?
“No,” I say carefully. “But I know what it’s like to be in the middle of a media shitstorm. If he really told the truth about what he did and why I put him in the hospital, that’s what’s coming for him. It’ll probably come for us, too.”
Once they find out we’re together, there will be no avoiding it. Maybe we could have flown under the radar before Jamison came clean, but now? Hell no. Even if Montaque doesn’t out us, someone will. People will be all up in our business. I mean, I got booted from the team because of him. And now I’m dating his sister? Oh yeah, they’re going to talk.
I don’t really give a shit what they say about me. But what they say about her matters to me. A whole helluva lot.
“I don’t care,” she whispers vehemently, placing her palm against my cheek. “I don’t care what they think about us, Jordan. I don’t care what they say about me. They can point fingers and say I chose you over him. They can question my loyalty. I don’t care. I love you. That’s worth any sacrifice to me.” Her lips quirk into a tiny grin. “Besides, the sooner they know about us, the sooner everyone knows you’re off the market. That’s not a bad thing.”
A short bark of laughter rumbles from my lips as she gets all territorial and possessive. As if she has anything to worry about. Other women don’t exist to me. It’s always been her. “You jealous, baby?”
“No.” Her thumb sweeps along my bottom lip. “I’m just glad the whole world will finally know that I’m yours and you're mine. If they want to follow us around for a while and say stupid shit, let them. I don’t care so long as it’s still me and you when the dust settles.”
I haul her closer and kiss her breathless. “It’ll always be me and you.”
“Good.” Her lips curve against mine. “Then let’s read this statement and deal with it. You promised me orgasms when we got home.”
“Yeah, I did, didn’t I?”
“Mmhmm,” she hums, making me chuckle.