Sweet Torment/A Jordan Knight Fanfic (18+)✔️

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Chapter Three

After two weeks under the tyrannical rule of Jordan Knight, I missed feeling appreciated.

Saying goodbye to the boss I actually liked played in my mind often, but never so often as when Jordan was acting like an asshole.

"Ms. Hawkins, I need the Hinkley presentation by three o'clock."

"Yes, sir." I sighed heavily, thinking that his father never would've treated me like that.

I needed to stop thinking that way. Jack had retired. He wasn't coming back. Jordan was my new reality.

The Hinkley presentation wasn't anywhere near finished, but if I didn't finalize it by three, my ass would be handed to me.

I'd managed to earn his trust in just a few days. I hadn't been a minute late since that first day. In fact, I was usually a half an hour early and stayed late because he seemed to need me even more than his father had.

But I was pretty sure the real reason he gave me his trust so quickly was that he didn't want to do the work. It was easier for him to dictate numbers to me—or better yet, forward me an email—than it was for him to open the contract and find the right spot to place them.

I dropped what I was doing and opened the PowerPoint, thinking how much I wanted to quit my job and do something—anything—else. Jordan Knight was a slave driver, and I was slave to whatever he needed.

So why didn't I quit?

I liked the company, and I cared about the clients.

I needed the money. I had rent and credit card bills.

Plus, I was in the running for Assistant of the Year. It was a competition Jack had started before he left. If I won, it meant a ten thousand dollar bonus check. I was up against two other women—Mary, assistant to the head of marketing, and Jasmine, assistant to the director of human resources.

All three of us were deserving of the award, although Jack had often told me that I handled the biggest workload as the assistant to the CEO of the entire company.

But more than all that, I stayed at my job because I really didn't think Jordan could get by without me.

It was crazy to admit it, but even though I hated him pretty much all the time, I wanted to work hard to impress him. The meaner he was to me, the more I saw it as a challenge to do something—anything—right just to hear a single word of praise pass from his gorgeous lips.

And so there I was, setting aside the mounds of paperwork that had somehow stacked up on my desk. I didn't have a choice. I had to appease the asshole in the large corner office with the big walnut desk I had the distinct displeasure of sitting beside every weekday.

I huffed my way through my work, thankful at least for my creative skills and PowerPoint knowhow. I was pissed once again at Mr. Knight, who I called "Jordan" in my head simply because I could, but there was little I could do about it.

My cell phone started buzzing. "Hey," I answered when I saw it was my sister calling.

"Did you talk to Charlie yet?"

I loved her bluntness. No greeting, no pleasantries. Just right down to business.

I cradled my phone against my shoulder as I multi-tasked, setting transitions to each slide while chatting. "Not yet."

"It's been over two weeks! What are you waiting for?"

"A time when I don't feel like I'm interrupting him just by talking to him."