Forever Mine

#8

Recap:

"Yes it is. I care more about the things in my life than most people, so sue me." Jordan pulled her closer for a deep kiss. "And I care about you most. So don't think I will willingly let you be taken away by someone. You're mine and will be mine forever."

"Jordan..." she sighed. He was like a child. Hestia didn't know what to do with him anymore.

"Also. I've decided, you need to wear my ring and move in with me tomorrow."

Chapter 8:

"Excuse me?" Hestia knew she'd become deaf. No way had he just ordered her to move in with him and wear his ring.

"You heard me." Jordan hummed. "You are moving in."

"You can't ju-"

"And you will also wear my ring, so that other men will know you are taken."

Hestia was a peaceful, rational person. She prided herself on her ability to keep her calm during any situation. She hadn't been with Jordan for more than five days, the holidays hadn't even ended as yet, and he wanted her to move in?

When her hands grew a mind of their own, she didn't know. But they'd gone and slapped him across the face and launched the newly bought bunch of donuts at his unsuspecting face.

Her actions were more than justified in her own mind. She didn't need to be ordered around like a child, she was a woman grown and capable of making her own choices. His high handed ways were not something she could bear. A lone, wild soul such as her, needed her space and independence. Launching a volley of curses his way, she scrambled out of the car. Slamming the door shut with way more force than necessary, shaking the car on its frame.

The deathly silence in the car should have alerted her, should have warned her of the storm. But she wasn't listening to anything but the whirlpool of emotions raging inside her own mind.

Jordan made no move to get out of the car. But Hestia could feel his eyes boring into the back of her head as she marched down the street. He never called out to her or tried to stop her. She simply heard the car start,  and follow her. Heart racing, she fastened her pace until she was jogging down the pathway, refusing to glance at the car keeping pace with her.

A personality that chose to go with the flow more often than not, always came back to bite her in the ass. With everyone ending up imposing their will on hers. Such meltdowns were not uncommon to her; Hestia had been dealing with them since childhood. She'd get upset over an issue and go nuclear. She didn't want to be moving in with someone who was essentially a stranger. She just didn't operate that way.

Hestia almost collapsed from relief as she spotted her house. A new spring in her step, she rushed up the driveway. Painfully aware of the car that had drawn to a stop outside her house.

Amazingly, Jordan didn't bother to come inside and waited till she was inside before he drove away. Hestia was touched that no matter how angry he may have been with her, he still made sure she made it home safe. She couldn't help the surprise at his absence. He wasn't a man to simply take a rejection and cower back; he'd never take no for an answer.

***

The day went by without any activity from Jordan. He didn't come by again, and he didn't try to contact her either. Hestia knew she was in the right and she had no reason to feel guilty. She had had enough of being ordered about, and she had put her foot down.

She regretted the loss of her donuts the most. Jordan should never be allowed anywhere near her donuts. It always ended up in utter chaos.

Hestia hummed a random tune under her breath as she tapped away on her laptop. She was hoping to secure a job at the local newspaper. The main appeal being that she would have secured it out of her own skill and capabilities; not because she was family. She'd been waiting for an opening to pop up, and this morning had stumbled across an advertisement for assistant editor. She'd quickly gotten down to assembling a resume and was currently proof reading and polishing it before she sent it. Once satisfied with her work, she sent a plea heavenward; and pressed send.