J O R D A N
I never got enough of seeing Charlie in a suit.
Especially this black one, the contrast between the suit and the white shirt underneath bringing out the vibrant blue in his eyes. His hair was styled perfectly, as always, but the most attractive thing about him was his unwavering confidence.
The smirk on his lips as his eyes roamed my body ignited something inside me, reminding me of the reason we started our little arrangement in the first place.
“Charlie,” I breathed out, still feeling a little awkward about the last time we were together.
“Jordan. You look hot.”
I avoided his eyes as he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, feeling weird and uncomfortable in his presence.
What was I supposed to say?
I sighed. “I’m sorry about Monday.”
Charlie peeked over his shoulder before he held out his hand. “May I have this dance?” He grinned, and I blushed.
Nobody had ever asked me to dance.
“Oh, shut up,” I said, taking his hand and following him to a corner of the room, presumably to avoid his family’s field of view.
He pulled me against him, his fingers gliding over the small of my back as I looked up, placing one hand on his shoulder hesitatingly .
“How’ve you been?”
“I’m sorry things were weird Monday,” I said again, watching my hand on his shoulder.
“Let’s just forget about it,” he replied, and I nodded slowly. “Did you miss me?” he continued, that mischievous sparkle in his eyes returning.
I sighed in annoyance, closing my eyes for a brief second, even though I actually liked this playful side of him. To be honest, there were a couple of things I really liked about him.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I teased after taking a quick look around, letting my hand travel down his chest before I cupped his dick through his pants.
I watched how his teeth bore into his lower lip, and felt the adrenaline course through my veins, the sight one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen.
“Is that right?” He countered, his hand sliding down to sit on my ass, trapping us both in our own little bubble.
“Hmm,” I hummed, stroking him through his dress pants, and watched as his jaw tightened.
“You’re playing with fire, Baby.”
I ran my tongue over my lips, hoping he would catch on and bring me somewhere quiet.
“Wanna play with me in the bathroom?” I purred, and his eyes widened.
He didn’t say anything. He just grabbed my hand and made his way through the crowd, heading for the restrooms.
I squealed as he pushed me into the men’s room, locking the door behind him and gathering my dress to grab the back of my legs, lifting me up. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I crashed my lips on his, moaning into the kiss as Charlie instantly deepened it.
He walked to the vanity, dropping me on the counter and pushed my dress higher up my legs, his tongue still battling with mine.
“Charlie,” I moaned as his lips trailed down my neck, sucking and biting his way to my chest.
“God, I missed you, Baby,” he mumbled against my skin, his hands disappearing under my dress to take off my thong.
I lifted my hips to help him get it off, before I quickly undid his belt.
“Fuck, I need you,” I breathed out, scooting to the edge of the counter, pushing his boxers down.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, looking up at me as one of his hands cupped my pussy, his fingers spreading my lips, dipping in.
“Do what you want to me.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Baby.”
I let out something between a gasp and a moan when he grabbed me by my throat, pushing my shoulders and head against the mirror behind me, slamming his cock into me at the same time.
He applied perfect pressure, thrusting me against the vanity, using me in a way I didn’t know I wanted to be used.
“Fuck, yes,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back as he filled me to the hilt every time, pleasure spreading through my whole being.
One of the straps of my dress fell off my shoulder, and Charlie saw it as an opportunity to grab my breast, taking the nipple between his fingers.
How he was able to pinch the little nub with so much control, when his thrusts showed me he was slowly losing it, was beyond me, but I wasn’t complaining.
I never imagined that I would miss sex this much, but as Charlie thrusted into me harder, banging against the vanity and making a couple of towels fall on the ground, it became clear to me that I could.
“Oh, yes!” I gasped loudly, steadying myself by leaning a hand on the wall beside me.
“Come on, Baby,” Charlie panted, his fingers tightening around my throat.
It only took me a few seconds before my eyes widened, my walls and muscles tightened as my orgasm washed over me, triggering his.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, thrusting into me a final few times before he filled me.
My chest rose and fell quickly as I continued to lean against the mirror behind me, closing my eyes and catching my breath.
Charlie rested his head against my breasts, his breath fanning over my skin in quick bursts.
“Let’s get back,” I suggested, running my fingers through the short hairs on the back of his head.
He hummed, straightening up and pulling out of me, before he silently began to clean me up.
A few minutes later, we walked out of the restroom with our heads down, ignoring the people that were waiting in line, smirking at their judgmental expressions.
“Charlie, there you are,” Mrs. Abbot said as we joined the family, her face slightly falling as her eyes caught me.
I smiled weakly at her, grateful that Ashley was too busy chatting to notice me and her brother walking up to them together.
“Mom.” Charlie nodded, grabbing a drink from a passing waiter.
“Jordan,” his mother continued, focusing her attention on me. “You look—” her eyes trailed down my body, “— simple.”
I looked down at my long red dress, admitting that the design was a little plain, but knowing it was actually what had drawn me in the most when I bought it.
“You look amazing, Mrs. Abbot,” I tried, taking in the glittery black dress she was wearing.
Grabbing my own glass of champagne, I quickly downed half, the alcohol burning in my throat, making me feel a little more at ease.
“Should you be drinking so much?” Mrs. Abbot asked and I frowned at her.
“Maybe it’s wise to switch to water,” she added and I looked at Charlie.
Wasn’t he going to defend me?
I shouldn’t have felt the way I did, especially because we weren’t in a relationship or anything, but I was a little disappointed he didn’t stand up for me.
“I’ll be fine,” I said, emptying my glass as I continued to look into her eyes over the rim.
Mrs. Abbot scoffed, turning to her husband, going back to ignoring me.
“Jo!” Ashley waved me over, and I gladly took the opportunity to put some distance between me and her mom.
“I want you to meet Luna,” she said as I joined her and the unfamiliar girl.
“Hi,” the woman smiled as she held out her hand.
“I’m Jordan,” I greeted as we shook hands.
I was a little taken aback by her beauty. Her light blond hair was tied back in a perfect bun, exposing her small face and long neck, and a baby blue dress showed off her perfect body. I was immediately intimidated by her, her and Ashley belonging in magazines and runway shows, whereas I should’ve just gone back to the dodgy side of town where I wouldn’t embarrass myself.
“Nice to meet you, Jordan,” she smirked before rolling her lower lip between her teeth, looking me up and down.
Was she checking me out?
Before I could respond, I felt something ice cold running down my back. I gasped, turning to see who spilled their drink on me.
“Oh my goodness,” Mrs. Abbot exclaimed, feigning shock.
Charlie stood behind her, frowning at the scene before he opened his mouth to say something.
“Don’t worry about it,” I hissed through clenched teeth, trying to contain my anger.
“Jo...” Ashley reached for me, but I avoided her hand, forcing a smile at her and Luna as they looked at me with pity in their eyes.
I was done with this family for tonight.
“I’m just going to go.”
Without waiting for anyone to react, I made my way to the exit, ignoring the other rich assholes that were staring.
“Jordan!” Nadine greeted me with a smile when I came over Sunday.
“Hey, nice place,” I said as I followed her inside, admiring the small hall of the house. The interior was cozy, the walls painted a blood red, and a beautiful, exotic looking rug covered the tiled floor.
“Thank you!” She beamed as she closed the door behind us and walked around me, taking my coat before beckoning me to follow her into the next room.
We walked into a surprisingly spacious living room, the walls white, covered with bright paintings.
She loved color, that’s for sure.
I sat down on the navy couch, studying the throw pillows that were just as exotic as the rug in the hall.
“Have you traveled a lot?” I asked, imagining her decor to be from foreign countries.
“I have,” she replied, walking into the kitchen.
“What’s your favorite place?”
She contemplated her answer as she put the kettle on, opening and closing various cupboards.
“Gosh, that’s a hard question.”
I smiled at her as she returned to the couch and sat next to me, placing a plate with chocolate chip cookies on the coffee table.
How did she know?
“I think I would go with Italy. But I loved Tanzania!”
I nodded in agreement, though I’ve barely been outside of the US.
We’ll just ignore that for now.
“That’s so cool,” I said, my eyes still roaming her living room.
“So what are your roots?” Nadine asked as she walked back to the kitchen, pouring us both a cup of tea.
“My mom was from Thailand, my dad’s American,” I replied, a little taken aback by her question.
“That’s so cool.”
I smiled at her as she placed a cup of tea in front of me and retook her seat, grabbing her own cup with both hands as she sat back.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” she continued. “Your mother was from Thailand?”
Nodding as I looked at my hands in my lap, I sighed, and grabbed my tea.
“She passed away when I was fifteen. Car accident.”
“I’m sorry,” Nadine gave me a weak smile. Her expression was surprisingly comforting.
“So do you speak Thai?” she asked.
“I can understand it, but don’t ask me to read or speak it.” I chuckled softly, regretting that I didn’t improve my language skills.
It was hard for me to keep learning the language after my mother passed, mainly because it reminded me too much of her and t she wasn’t there to teach me anymore.
I got the sak yant tattoos when I was traveling to Thailand with my dad at twenty-three, carrying part of my culture now permanently with me.
“Ah, okay.” Nadine nodded, taking a sip from her tea.
“What are your roots?”
“My parents live in Sweden,” she answered with a smile, her eyes traveling to one of the picture frames on the wall next to us.
“You were born there?”
“Yes, I came to the states for a boy when I was eighteen. The relationship didn’t last long but I kinda liked it here,” she explained, turning in her seat, curling her legs on the couch.
“Do you miss them?”
“I do. But they visit at least once a month and I go home whenever I can.”
I wish I had the means to travel internationally monthly.
“Jordan,” she started, placing her cup on the table and folding her hands on her lap. “How was the gala?”
Sighing, I mirrored her actions. Running a hand through my hair, thinking about the best way to explain.
“Well, it was...something.”
“What do you mean?”
I thought about the best way to approach this.
“So I had sex in the bathroom and the devil herself threw her drink on me.” I blurted out.
Nadine stared at me for a second, before she chuckled. “That definitely sounds like something.” I nodded softly. “So who were you fucking? He’s gotta be rich, right?”
“Well, I have to tell you something,” I said, avoiding her eyes. “Something you can’t tell anyone.”
“Sure. What’s up?”
“Well.” I finally looked her in the eye, having a hard time getting the words out, even though I knew what I wanted to say.
Would she keep it to herself? Was I stupid for trusting someone with this secret that had been eating away at me for over a month now?
Rip off the band-aid.
“Charlie Abbot and I are sleeping together,” I stated, holding my breath as I waited for her to react.
She didn’t, though. Instead, she kept looking at me, as if she waited for me to go on.
“You know, the guy you saw me with on Friday?”
“I know who Charlie Abbot is,” she finally said. “But I already had a feeling something was going on between you two. This is so exciting!”
I frowned as I looked at her bouncing slightly in her seat.
“Well, I mean... He’s my best friend’s brother.”
“Oh,” she breathed out, and I nodded.
I continued to explain how Charlie and I met, how we had sex before I learned that he was Ashley’s brother and how I tried to resist him.
Nadine just listened as I explained how I eventually gave in, starting our little agreement, coming up with a list in the process.
“Can you send it to me?” she asked after I told her about the list, and I chuckled.