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

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Chapter Twenty-Six

I sat in my car, staring at Jordan's phone number.

He was staying at a hotel somewhere in LA. That was all I knew about his residence.

In fact, now that the deed was officially done and my relationship with Jordan was out in the open, I realized for the first time how little I actually knew about him. I knew how I felt about him, and I knew how he made me feel. I also knew he could be a royal douchebag and he was moody and unpredictable.

Would he even want me to come over? Was I even sure I wanted to see him?

I supposed I could go to my sister's house, but she was an hour away and it was already late. And I wasn't ready to tell my parents about what happened, so I couldn't call them.

I had a few friends I could stay with, but none I felt comfortable calling after eleven at night.

Besides, calling any of my friends would be admitting I'd failed at marriage. I wasn't ready for that to go public, not yet. This was all too fresh.

So really, my only option was Jordan. I could go to a hotel, I supposed, but I needed someone. I needed a hug. I needed someone to tell me that everything was going to be okay.

I pressed the call button with shaking hands.

It rang six times and then went to voicemail.

I thought maybe he was still at the office, so I started driving in that direction. I wasn't exactly sure why. My car just sort of led me that way.

I thought I was invincible. I thought I could do whatever I wanted and wouldn't have to face the consequences. I broke wedding vows like they were meaningless. I slept with one man after I'd committed my life to another. In the process, I acted selfishly, doing what felt good instead of what was moral.

I wasn't raised that way. We think of cheaters as horrendous people with tons of issues, but I wasn't like that. I'd simply fallen out of love with one man while I fell in love with another.

Love?

Was I in love with Jordan?

It was hard to say, and if I really thought about it, I surmised that it wasn't really love at all.

I was in lust with Jordan. I wanted Jordan near me all the time. I wanted him inside of me, pumping in and out of me as his strong body hovered over me. I wanted my cheek pressed against the cold wood of his desk while he fucked me from behind.

But did I want to spend the rest of my life with him? Did I want to have children with him? Did I see us growing old together?

They were questions I didn't have the answers to. Not yet, anyway.

But now that Charlie knew the truth, we were free to pursue whatever kind of relationship we wanted.

There might be talk around the office. People might think I was sleeping with the boss to get a raise or the Assistant of the Year bonus. People might presume that it was Jordan's fault that my marriage ended. But did I really care what they thought? Did it matter?

As I pulled into my parking spot, I looked around for Jordan's car. The gorgeous Audi S8 Sedan sat in the very first spot in the lot.

I got out of the car, my emotions totally mixed as I made my way toward the building. I was drained and tired. I was hurting over the loss of my marriage. Yet I felt this spring of excitement welling up inside of me. Jordan and I had real possibilities ahead of us.

There would be no more hiding. No more secrets. No more lies.

I opened the front door. Each step that brought me closer to Jordan gave me more and more hope for my future with him. It was scary, to be sure, but he would hold my hand as we took that leap together.

I rode the elevator up, tingles of anticipation dancing down my spine as butterflies took hold of my stomach. Nerves piled on top of my already mixed emotions, and then a sense of giddiness kicked in when the elevator bell rang for our floor.

I stepped off the elevator and headed toward my desk that sat right outside Jordan's office. For as much as I'd just lost everything, I housed a whole lot of hope in my heart for my future with Jordan.

I walked past my desk to Jordan's door, ready to walk in and surprise him. Ready to tell him with excitement that Charlie and I were through, that we could explore whatever this was between us.

When I peered through the door that was wide open for the world to see, my first thought was that my eyes were betraying me—that someone else had gone into Jordan's office to have sex in his desk chair. A big joke, screwing someone in the boss's office.

It couldn't be Jordan. He wouldn't do that to me. He couldn't be sitting in his chair with his hands cupping the ass of a woman with long blonde hair as she bounced naked on his lap.

It couldn't possibly be Jordan in that chair.

But when the woman who straddled the man's lap threw her head back in pleasure and I was able to get a good, clean view of the man in the chair, I could no longer deny it.

Jordan Knight was fucking another woman in his office.