𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Chapter Seven

J O R D A N

Now that I knew who he was, it had been fairly easy to find out Charlie’s address.

I looked up at the big modern building, the structure far more intimidating in the daylight. I felt the looks of people in my back, the jeans and sneakers I was wearing not belonging in this neighborhood. Just like I didn’t.

I could just leave it in his mailbox.

Right?

I took a deep breath, deciding to get it over with, and walked into the building.

I nodded to the doorman and walked up to the desk.

“How can I help you, miss?” the guy behind the counter asked.

“Hi, I’m looking for Charlie Abbot’s apartment? I need to return something,” I replied, giving the man my biggest, and brightest smile. I must’ve looked like a lunatic, but I didn’t know how this shit worked.

“Of course. I’ll just ring Mr. Abbot.”

Was this guy his assistant?

“Sure. Jordan Sawyer,” I said, receiving a nod.

The man picked up the phone and brought it to his ear, as I fiddled with my bracelet, actually a little nervous about Charlie’s reaction.

What if he thought I stole it? On purpose?

Maybe I should just go.

“You can go right up,” he smiled, interrupting my plan to make a run for it.

“Yes. Of course. Thank you,” I said and I walked to the elevator.

I tapped my foot nervously against the floor of the lift as it ascended, wanting it to reach the right apartment already, so I could leave as fast as I came.

Once the doors finally rolled open, they revealed a smirking Charlie, leaning against the kitchen counter. I reminded myself that I was here to return a watch, not to fantasize about him finally nailing me against the floor to ceiling windows, and I walked into the apartment.

“Hey, Baby," he smiled, and I rolled my eyes.

I stopped a few feet from him, and he cocked a brow.

“I don’t get a kiss?” he pouted.

“Fuck off.”

“Well, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He crossed his arms and my eyes involuntarily moved to his massive biceps, threatening to tear the seams of his shirt. “My eyes are up here, Jordan.”

I snapped out of my trance, meeting his mischievous gaze.

“Well, remember how I left Saturday morning?” I asked and he raised a brow.

“Vividly.”

“Well,” I hesitated, fishing the Rolex out of my purse with shaking hands. “I accidentally took—”

“My watch,” Charlie exclaimed, closing the distance between us and grabbing the accessory out of my hands. Playfulness has disappeared from his eyes and I bit the inside of my cheek, wrapping my arms around myself.

“I didn’t mean... It was an accident,” I stammered, taking a step back.

He placed the watch on the kitchen counter and looked up at me, narrowing his eyes. Was he going to yell at me? Report me? Hit me?

“Calm down, you look like you’re going to faint,” he smirked and I playfully slapped him on the chest, shrieking internally when I was reminded of those hard muscles.

“You scared the crap out of me,” I scolded, and he chuckled.

“Was that all you came to do?” he asked, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

Whoa, he’s good.

“I don’t...” I muttered, practically speechless.

Why was I so attracted to this guy? Why did I miss his dick the minute I walked out of his apartment?

And, I don’t get fucking speechless.

“Yes,” I said firmly, placing a hand on his stomach with the intention of pushing him back. But, of course, that didn’t happen. I just enjoyed the feeling of his toned muscles behind his crisp white button up under my hand.

“Hmm,” he hummed, brushing the tips of his fingers down my arm, giving me goosebumps.

“We can’t, Charlie,” I breathed out, looking up into his hooded eyes. “I made a promise.”

“What exactly did you promise?” he asked.

“That I would keep my distance.” I answered, completely unintentionally moving my hand down, until my fingers rested on his belt.

I couldn’t help it.

I was horny. We were alone. He had a dick.

“She kind of made me promise the same thing,” he said, placing a hand on my lower back.

“She never said you couldn’t fuck me,” I argued, earning a chuckle from Charlie.

“She didn’t.”

I felt his breath on my face and I pressed myself closer against him, raising to my tiptoes.

“It’s just sex,” I breathed, my lips brushing against his.

“She doesn’t have to find out,” he whispered, tightening his grip on my waist and pulling me against him.

“Hmm,” I hummed, closing my eyes and moving my hands to his hair.

“Oh, for fucks sake!” Charlie exclaimed, and I sighed as we let each other go, getting interrupted again. This time by his apartment’s buzzer.

Maybe it was a sign.

I straightened out my shirt, trying to bring my heart rate down to a healthy speed, as Charlie stomped to the intercom and picked up the phone.

“What?” he snapped, and I smirked when I saw the tent in his slacks. “Oh, fuck. Yes, send them up.”

I raised my brows as he walked back to me, trying to adjust himself.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“I’m having dinner with a few old friends tonight, maybe some drinks after. I guess I forgot the time,” he explained as he looked me up and down.

“Having drinks on a Thursday?” I frowned.

“Yeah, I have the day off tomorrow anyway. Jordan, can you stand over there, please?” Charlie pleaded, pointing to the other side of the room.

I chuckled, walking behind the counter, putting some distance between us.

“Better?” I asked, eyeing the uncomfortable expression on his face.

“No, but give me your phone,” he ordered, holding out his hand.

“Excuse me?”

“I’ll put my number in so we can keep in touch about... the wedding.”

“Yes, good idea,” I said, grabbing my phone and unlocking it before handing the device to Charlie.

Just when he gave me back my phone, the elevator doors slid open and two guys walked in. Both dressed in a perfectly fitted suit, they were unmistakably Charlie’s friends.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you chose the most expensive...” one of the guys trailed off as his eyes fell on me.

“Hi,” I greeted, giving the men a little wave.

One of them leaned against the wall with crossed his arms, watching me with his dark eyes, while the other straightened out his suit jacket and took a few steps towards us.

“Jordan, this is Ian—” Charlie said as he gestured to the guy that was leaning against the wall, who gave me a panty dropping smile and a nod, “and this is Blake.”

The other guy, who had the biggest brown eyes I had ever seen, walked up to me and extended his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” he smiled and I shook his hand.

“Likewise,” I said.

“Jordan was just leaving,” Charlie stated stoically, and I frowned.

He didn’t have to be such an asshole about it.

“I was,” I purred, walking up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek while grabbing his junk, feeling his cock harden again under my touch.

“You’re evil,” he whispered in my ear, and I smirked.

“You’re an asshole. You deserve it,” I cooed back before straightening up and walking to the elevators. I grabbed the card on the side table, just like the last time I was there, and swiped it against the scanner, the doors immediately rolling open.

“Have fun tonight,” I said, walking in and pressing the button for the ground floor.

“Thank you, hope to see you again s—” Blake gushed, but he was interrupted by Ian’s hand making contact with the back of his head.

I chuckled and gave the guys a final wave, shaking my head as the door closed.

I sighed, looking at the changing numbers on the little display. Maybe it was a better idea to avoid Charlie from now on.

When Charlie saw sex was in his future he obviously wasn’t listening to Ashleys voice in his head and neither was I, but now that I was out of the moment, I knew I dodged a bullet.

Even though it was obvious that we both weren’t looking for more than just sex, and we both clearly enjoyed each other’s moves in the bedroom, it was still a bad idea.

I was such a bad friend.

I nodded to the guy behind the desk as I walked out of the elevator, who gave me a sweeter smile this time, and quickened my pace when I was out of the building. I didn’t want to be in this neighborhood any longer.


“Hi, Mrs. Hellen,” I smiled when I walked into the foyer.

“Hello, Jordan!” she greeted, keeping her eyes on her groceries, that were threatening to spill out of her bag.

“Need some help?” I asked, walking up to her and grabbing one of the bags.

“Ah, thank you, dear,” she replied, finally able to grab her keys. “You want to have dinner together?”

Did I only have instant noodles and canned soup left in my apartment?

“Yes,” I answered and she smiled. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Of course not, come on in. It’s nice to have some company every once in a while.”

As I followed her into her apartment, a strong rosewood and patchouli scent filled my nose, the fragrance instantly making me relax and feel at home.

I smiled at the flowered wallpaper and followed Mrs. Hellen to her kitchen, placing the bag on the counter.

Her apartment was a little bigger than mine, and she had a small garden where I spent many summers drinking lemonade and sitting in the sun with her. After Eli and I broke up I wasn’t sure where I stood with his mother, but we had developed such a strong bond, it felt as though nothing really changed.

We cooked dinner together and enjoyed a nice glass of wine as we did, having me practically drunk by the time I was clearing the table.

“I think it’s time for me to stop drinking now, Mrs. Hellen,” I said with a little slur in my voice.

“Oh, Jordan, how many times do I need to ask you to just call me Abigail?” she replied, taking a sip of wine.

“Well, where did you even find this wine, Abigail?”

She smiled, giving me a wink.

It felt weird calling her by her first name. I’ve always known her as Mrs. Hellen and it was hard to get that out of my head.

“Eli brought it over the other day,” she answered and I nodded. I didn’t love him anymore, but every time I heard his name or saw his face, I still felt a little pang of hurt go through me.

I really thought he was the love of my life, and he just treated me like trash.

“Well, it’s good wine.”

“I have more, take one,” she said, gesturing to the bottles on top of the cupboards.

Well, don’t mind if I do.

I loved a good red wine and didn’t really have the money to buy my own. Which, of course, she knew.

“Thank you, Abigail,” I smiled, placing one of the bottles on the counter next to my keys, so I wouldn’t forget to take it with me when I left.

“Of course,” she beamed as I carefully walked back to the table, two cups of hot tea in my hands.


It was past midnight when I made my way up the stairs, arriving home. The effects of the alcohol I had consumed earlier that evening were almost completely gone and my body was ready for bed.

I quickly stripped and pulled on my pyjama shorts and a random cami, tying my hair up in a bun.

Yawning, I walked into my living room, double checking if everything was locked. Unfortunately, it was something I’d gotten used to over the years, break-ins and robberies were not uncommon in this neighborhood.

It was sadly the only neighborhood I could afford in this city, so I learned to deal with it.

After I made sure my door was locked and my windows were closed, I climbed into bed.

I had closed my eyes for maybe two seconds, before I heard someone bang on my front door.

I was on my feet in seconds, rummaging through my nightstand for my gun with my heart almost jumping out of my chest.

“Not today, Satan,” I mumbled as I filled the magazine. I threw on a robe before I stumbled into my living room, making sure not to make too much noise.

I flinched when the intruder banged on my door again, the sound loud against the silence of the night.

“Fuck off!” I yelled, aiming at the door.

I heard mumbling, something falling and then more loud banging. Surely, that woke someone up? Not that I wanted anyone to risk their lives; the intruders often carried firearms.

I was surprised they hadn’t kicked my door in yet, but there was no way I was opening it myself.

“Go bother someone else! I don’t have any money!” I shouted at the door.

I raised my brows when I heard someone laughing.

Breaking in wasn’t enough? They wanted to laugh at me?

“Jesus Christ,” I mumbled under my breath as I marched to the door, unlocking it and yanking it open.

“What do you fucking want?” I pointed my gun to the guy at my door, stopping in my tracks when I saw who was nearly giving me a heart attack.

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