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

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

"When I woke the next morning, I was epically confused.

I didn't immediately know where I was. I couldn't remember how I got there. And I had very little recollection of the events that transpired the night before.

Most of it was blocked by the intense, splitting throb that knifed through my brain and the nauseating ache in my belly. It only took me a second to realize I was in a hotel room. The drapes did their job blocking out daylight, but I could tell it was morning by the glow of light peeking around the edges. I turned in the bed and found Jordan asleep beside me, and the previous night came back in a rush of traumatic and vile recollections.

I'd caught him with another woman.

Was it wrong of me to be supremely offended? Was it wrong of me to feel betrayed when I myself went home to another man every single night?

It didn't feel wrong. It did, however, feel like the bottom level of hell, especially mixed with a still drunken sensation and the beginnings of an epic hangover.

"Shit," I muttered.

Jordan turned toward me. "Good morning, sunshine."

I glared at him. "Screw you."

"Oh, my darling, don't you wish that's how we could start the day? Unfortunately, I have a meeting to get to."

The fact that he was so drop-dead gorgeous and completely pulled together seconds after waking up did nothing but piss me right off. I hopped out of bed, ready to point fingers and throw hateful words at him.

But the tequila stopped me cold.

"Fuck!" I yelled.

"I already told you, Ms. Hawkins. Not now. I have to prepare for the Assistant of the Year awards ceremony."

"God, I hate you with a burning vengeance."

"That's sweet of you to say. I hope you feel the same way after you use the restroom and find everything you need to get ready for the day thanks to the help of the hotel concierge. We'll be leaving in an hour." He tossed the covers off of himself and stood from the bed. He stretched lazily in nothing but his boxer briefs. I was torn between running toward him to drop kick him or to jump in his arms.

I hated him. I loved him.

I hated that I loved him.

I didn't do any of that, though. Instead, I said, "You think I'm going into work with you today?"

"I think you don't have much of a choice."

He was right. God DAMMIT, he was right.

I was stuck. I needed to go to work to claim my award. I could quit after the check was deposited. There was no way I was going to work with the asshole standing in front of me. I couldn't even look at him without wanting to throw up.

Well, that may have been because of the tequila, but I was blaming him.

Where the fuck did he get off sleeping with another woman?

My anger took hold of me once again. I huffed out some non-response and turned on my heel toward the restroom.

I rolled my eyes childishly as I looked around. He'd thought of everything. Literally not one single detail was left unattended, from a toothbrush and toothpaste to undergarments and a brand new dress with matching heels in my size.