Beautiful Chaos/A Jordan Knight FanFic/ Book One in the Beautiful series. ✔️

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Jordan

I'M NOT VERY GOOD AT FAKING casual. From very early on, my pace was almost frenetic. Between shows and tours and lessons and special appearances, I got used to a kinetic lifestyle. It was only when I went to live with Grady that I learned to appreciate kicking it. Playing video games. Riding dune buggies. Surfing at the beach. Still sometimes, it doesn't come naturally to me. Especially when I have a performance or an audition.

I haven't had an audition in years, but Dallas auditions for Total Package today. And pretending I don't care is wearing my ass out. I'm on the couch in the rec room, reading some magazine. Some GQ shit that Marlon left the last time he was here, which should tip her off right away because me reading GQ? Like that's happening. She's too nervous to notice though. She shouldn't be. They'll want her. I know they will.

That first time I saw her teaching her dance class, saw the command she had of every movement, I knew she was a star. The night we sang together at her church in Glory Falls Baptist, and I heard that unique husky purity of her voice, I knew she was a star. And looking at her now, eyes smoky, lashes long with mascara, mouth a vivid red, wearing leather leggings and this tiny top that shows those muscles in her stomach, that sexy belly ring, and the elegant script of a prayer tattooed across her ribs—yeah, they'll know she's a star too.

The question isn't will they want her. The question is will I let them have her. I want her for Prodigy. She thought I was being benevolent when I offered her a spot on my label. When it comes to business, especially music business, I'm all business. If I didn't think she would blow the top off this industry, I wouldn't have offered her a deal. I believe in her. The only thing that runs deeper than my unequivocal belief in her, is my determination to protect her. There are sharks out there, and John Malcolm has the sharpest teeth.

"How do I look?" She bites her bottom lip, glancing down her body and pushing back her hair.

What amazes me about Dallas is that she's really asking. Other girls would be fishing for compliments. Don't get me wrong. Dallas understands her attraction, but there isn't a vain bone in that petite body. How that happened, I don't know. Yet one more thing her mom did right raising her.

"You look great," I understate. "You nervous?"

"So nervous." She walks over to me, nudging my legs apart to stand between them and slide onto my lap, lying against my chest. "What if I mess this up? This is the kind of shot I've been working for all my life."

I toss the magazine to the floor and pull her hair away from her neck, planting a kiss there. I push her shoulder back gently until I can tip up her chin and force her to look at me.

"Baby, you are inevitable."

Her eyes soften and smile back at me.

"Jordan, that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"I mean it. If for some reason these idiots don't see it, the next ones will. Or the next ones after that, but you are too talented to go unnoticed."

"I don't deserve you." She leans forward to kiss me quickly before popping up and off my lap. "I'll be late."

"Is Gep taking you?" I ask, frowning.

"Yeah, he's waiting out front." She strides to the door, high-heeled boots clacking on the floor. "I live you."

I chuckle at our private joke about her damn autocorrected text.

"I live you, too."

As soon as I hear the front door close behind her, I'm galvanized, off the couch and dialing Marlon on my cell.