One // Leigh-Anne Pinnock

Chapter Six

It was 10AM on Little Mix's day off Leigh-Anne was barely awake and already irritated for multiple reasons.

For one thing it was her day off and she was rudely awakened from her peaceful dreams by a phone call from someone who wasn't in her good books at the moment. Jordan Kiffin.

They sat across each other at the back of Starbucks where they could talk privately. At least he had the decency to buy her a cup of tea.

They had been sitting there for ten minutes in silence. In those ten minutes Leigh had been sipping on her tea and glaring at Jordan. Her stares were so cold he didn't dare to look her in the eye.

After playing the staring game for another five minutes, Leigh picked up her cup and her handbag and got up to leave.

"Wait. Where are you going." Jordan asked confused.

Leigh spun on her heel in disbelief.

"What do you mean where am I going?! I've been sitting here for 15 minutes and you haven't said a word to me as to why I am here on my day off! You are clearly wasting my time."

She turned to walk of again but this time she was pulled back by a strong, muscular hand. Jordan pulled her into his chest. On impulse, she inhaled his familiar scent of Axe and peppermint. She liked that particular scent on him.

He slowly ran his hand softly down her side in a loving manner. She shivered slightly. He left his hand on her hip and circled it with his thumb. He gently caressed her arm, with his other hand, which left goosebumps in its wake. He lifted her chin with his finger then tucked the strand of hair that fell  into her face behind her ear. She stared into his chocolate brown eyes which put her under his time stopping spell.

Jordan knew the effect he had on Leigh which is exactly why he used it to his advantage.

"Don't leave yet. Okay?" He whispered in her ear.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up and a chill shot down her spine. Her knees became weak. Her cheeks heated up and she glimpsed her face in the window. Her cheeks were crimson. Her mind had lost all control over her body. He still had this effect on her and she hated it.

"Okay." She said softly, looking down.

She wanted to slap herself for letting him persuade her so easily. She refused to admit that she still enjoyed being in his arms. She tried to fight it but she felt a certain peace that she missed. A void in her heart felt filled. She felt at home.

He brought her out of her trance when he guided her back to the table and they sat down.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"For what? You've done and said many things. Some, which can't be apologized for." She said calmly then took a sip of her tea.

"Leigh please!" He said exasperated.

"Don't "Leigh please" me. I was faithful to you for three years. Never once I cheated or thought to cheat. But in your mind all I do is whore around so what can I say." She took another sip of her tea.

"With that body I wouldn't put it past- Ow!"

Leigh kicked him on his shin. Hard. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. He sounded like a pervert and an overprotective boyfriend at the same time. She wanted to get up and pour her tea on him but she held back.

"Your excuse of an apology is lame. Next."

"Is that shoe made of rock?" He grumbled still rubbing his shin.

"I will kick you harder if you continue to waste my time." She said.

Leigh was surprising herself and Jordan. She wasn't the bossy or violent type. She blamed the hormones but at that point she didn't care.