Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I slept facing away from Jordan, throughout the night I felt him trying to slip his arms over my waist but I still managed to push his hands away. I had every right to be fucking mad.
I didn't get any sleep, so I decided to get up to go into the kitchen. The first instinct was to find out who the actual fuck that 'Cindy' girl was. Before going the kitchen I took both mine and Jordan's phone and the laptop.
I enter the kitchen and I sit down, I open up the laptop and open Jordan's emails, 95% of emails were basketball related, nothing there. I go to his phone opening up messages, I scroll down all the names seem to be male names until I go to his archived chats.
A name catches my eye I press on the name 'Carmella' to reveal the conversation between Jordan and her. This was definitely Cindy, I don't know why she lied about her name, like I wouldn't find her, what confused me the most was that Jordan hadn't said anything when she lied about her name.
'Cindy' or should I say Carmella and Jordan had been talking for while, there was something very strange about her, because as I read the messages she seemed to question where he was and what time he would leave the house, she would also ask about my presence, I'm guessing Jordan had mentioned me in one of their conversations.
I went back to Jordan's emails and searched for the name 'Carmella' but still couldn't find it, Jordan had purposely deleted his emails with her.
What if I looked in his Instagram?
I thought to myself as I opened back his phone, I go to Instagram and press his followings and search up the name 'Carmella".
Bingo.
I found her, her full name was 'Carmella Dogan' some Turkish bitch from south, apparently she works as managing upcoming basketball players, like Jordan. Her email was in her bio.
Suddenly a idea popped into my head.
What if I wrote a fake email asking to meet?
Exactly what I was going to do, I quickly made a new email under the name of 'Omarion Johnsson' and emailed her from there, all I had to do was wait. I shut down everything clearing my history on Jordan's laptop and phone. I closed the computer and put it back.
I went back into my room creeping back in there so Jordan wouldn't hear me, I collected my clothes and belongings and got dressed in the kitchen.
I quickly wrote a note reading-
You were right -love Ke
Then I left it on the table, I make my way out of the penthouse and unlock my car. I enter the car, and take a deep breath, something very bad was happening and I was about to find out.
I start the car and drive. I open my purse and reach in for my phone, I press on the contact name reading Nia.
"Hello, Uhm have you written up a couple statements for Jerome's case"
