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July 24th.

It was 8 am, Jordan was wearing a baggy shirt which definitely wasn't hers, Jordan's red hair was in a ponytail that she'd slept in

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It was 8 am, Jordan was wearing a baggy shirt which definitely wasn't hers, Jordan's red hair was in a ponytail that she'd slept in. She stumbled out of bed and over to Frannies crib. She lightly picked the baby up, Jordan's head started to pound as she remembered how much she had drunk last night.

She stumbled down the hallway, she closed her bedroom door an gazed over towards her dads old room because a grunting noise was coming from inside. As Jordan approached the room frannie started to wail in her arms "shush baby it's okay." She mumbled so no one else would wake up.

She stumbled down the hallway, she closed her bedroom door an gazed over towards her dads old room because a grunting noise was coming from inside. As Jordan approached the room frannie started to wail in her arms "shush baby it's okay." She mumbled so no one else would wake up.

Jordan creaked the door open as she saw jj let his head fall back as a random blondes lips parted around his big, thick ,hardened cock "fuck baby girl that's so good. Baby your amazing" jj praised the blonde and put his hand on her head and made her hair into a make shift ponytail. His icey blues met Jordan's hazel eyes, the eye contact went on for a good ten seconds before frannie started to cry an jj picked up his top that was laying on the bed an chucked it towards her "GET THE FUCK OUT JORDAN" the blonde boy hissed as Jordan closed the door "ok ok, well you are getting a blow job in my dads bed" Jordan giggled as she readjusted her daughter in her arms "frannie you can never do what uncle jay is doing until your 50 years old".

Jordan continued her walk but couldn't stop thinking about what she saw in there, the butterflies in her stomach quickly disappeared as john b growled from his bed "Be quiet it's to early Jordan if I come out there I swear I'll kick your ass" she rolled her eyes as her brother spoke "john b you can't kick anyone's ass".

The journey down the hallway felt like it was never going to ended, her hungover brain was debating falling on the floor and not moving. She started to stumble down the hall, when she reached the living room she noticed kiara sprawled out on the sofa bed with a joint in her left hand smoking it in her sleepy state "morning sunshine" Jordan uttered, grabbing the joint from kiara "hey, give me my joint back" kiara croaked clearly some people drunk more than others, Jordan had a few buns before handing it back to kie who now had a pillow covering her face.

Jordan stepped outside of the chateau and found pope passed out "pope, wake up" Jordan rocked popes body with one hand as the other was holding frannie "mhm im up" pope murmured as his hands hit his face to cover his eyes from the sunlight.

Jordan and pope strolled back into house, Kie was now sat up on her phone, jj was still fucking that girl and john b had gotten out of bed and very slowly moped into the kitchen "wow someone's finally awake" Jordan cheered sarcastically as she put frannie in her bouncer, john b flipped her off "it's 8 in the morning this is early" john b yelled taking the joint Kiara was smoking away from her "today is that meeting with dcs so drink this" Jordan handed her brother a green drink "what the fuck is this" john b gasped as if it would kill him, Jordan's mouth dropped and she stared into his eyes "just drink it, it's a good hangover cure" Jordan bellowed as she forcefully put in into his hands "hah ok mom" john laughed pope joined in but both stopped when Jordan gave them a cold glare before she spoke "right everyone who doesn't live here, go home come back after the meeting..THAT INCLUDES YOU MR.MAYBANK STOP FUCKING IN MY DADS BED" a few minutes after a out of breath blonde girl walked out wearing jjs shirt and carrying her clothes.

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