"It's PJ."

Chapter 1: Group Six.

I gripped Jordan's v-neck tightly as his hand slid up my thigh, coming close to my butt. I tried to suppress the moan that was building up inside me, but I couldn't help it as I let out a quiet moan against his lips, which twitched into a small smile before coming back to mine and sliding his tongue into my mouth. He battled for dominance and I let him have it as his other hand pressed against my back as I straddled him.

It was a Sunday night, and like most Sundays, Jordan had come over for a date night. They usually ended with us having sex. The lights were dimmed and we were both on my bed, clothes still on, making out. Jordan was topless, but I didn't think that counted really. I'd seen him topless hundreds of times.

His hand came higher and higher until I gasped in pleasure at how close he was to touching me. He flipped me over in the bed so he was over me now, his hand still up my skirt. I myself brought both my hands to the rim of his trousers and playfully tugged at them, smiling.

He growled and brought his hands up to my waist and pulled down on my skirt. I got it off and kept kissing him, now just wearing my panties and a top with no bra. He stood for a moment to pull of his trousers and now we were both barely decent. He brought his hand up my shirt and I moaned as he stopped kissing me to make love bites on my neck, all the way down my shoulder. I pulled him down to me a little more as his hand came up to my chest, still kissing my neck.

I pulled off my top and he moved his lips down my body, down, all the way to my hips. I bit my lip as he started to slide off my underwear, and made me feel the pleasure I was craving. He then started to slide off his boxers when..

Beep! Beep!

One of our phones had just received a text, and I looked away from him. Who would be texting past midnight?

"C'mon babe," he said in his low, masculine voice. "Just ignore it." He gave me a sexy smile. I sat up, shaking my head.

"No, if someone's texting this late there must be some kind of problem or emergency." I said, worriedly. I rolled over and saw his phone had lit up, coming from a number listed as 'Mary❤️'. I furrowed my eyebrows, opening it. It read:

Are we still on for tomorrow? Xx .

I grabbed the phone in my hand, and his eyes widened over my shoulder. I started to read the texts. They were filled with flirty messages and the occasional nude pic, which I scrolled away from quickly.

"Luna, listen." He started, but I snapped at him.

"Who the fuck is Mary? Are you cheating on me, you cunt!" I yelled angrily, slamming the phone down and getting off the bed, throwing on my purple dressing gown.

"Mary isn't who you think she is, we're just friends!" He said desperately. I scoffed at his futile attempt.

"Please. What a pathetic excuse! Get out of here!" I yelled at him, furious. How dare he play me like that! ARGHHH!  "Now! Leave!"

"But... I'm only wearing my underwear!"

"Do I look like I care? Get out o my house!!!" I yelled at him, grabbing his clothes and chucking them out of the window.

"Those were expensive!" He accused me, and I rolled my eyes.

"My hair care is expensive, bitch. Get out before I call Connor!" Connor was one of my bodyguards, who was currently in the room across from mine. He was like a big brother to me, though I'd safely say he was about 31.

Jordan's face paled. "Please, Luna. Just one more chance!"

"Nope. Bye! CONNOR!!!" I yelled for him and about ten seconds later he was in the room. Jordan shrunk back at the sight of the dark-skinned, 6'3" man who carried a gun on him, and started to beg at me to take him back.