Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Mia

When my phone chimes, I already know it's Jordan. He's standing on the beach, waiting, wondering why I didn't show up for our morning run for the second morning in a row.

It killed me not to go, to miss out on that smile of his and the little bit of time reserved for just the two of us. But I didn't feel much like laughing today, and I didn't think I could look at him without crying. Not after I woke up this morning and found out I didn't get the position I had been counting on. Restructuring, I could handle. But rejection? That's a whole different story.

And that was on top of the photo I had seen of my husband and Evenly, Cannon's reaction to the hickey on my neck, and running into Jordan and Evenly at the restaurant.

It's one thing after another, and it's all too much.

Jordan: Then, unless you tell me to stop, I'm coming to you. Right now.

Now's not the best time to see Jordan. I'm still recovering from the sting of seeing him with Evenly at the restaurant. But I don't tell him to stop. I can't. Because not seeing him is almost as painful as the rejection letter from the school.

My heart thumps in my chest as I hurry downstairs to see him. When I pull back the curtains, I can feel his energy through the sliding glass door. Our eyes meet, and he mouths, Open the door.

Without thinking, I unlock it and start to open it, but I freeze. Letting him inside goes against everything I promised my husband.

Jordan sees my hesitation and starts typing on his phone.

Jordan: I'll stay right here. I just want to be able to talk to you without typing.

I only half-believe him. We both know he won't stay away from me. And, just like I expected, the second he sees an opportunity, his hands are on me, and I'm being pulled into his arms. I'm not mad though, not even a little. I'm relieved. Relieved that he's here. Relieved that he's holding me and thankful that I have his comfort. Cannon sure wasn't giving me any last night. Not the way Jordan would have if I had worn that dress and those heels for him.

"Mia, why are you shaking?"

"It's nothing," I tell him.

I'm too ashamed to admit the truth. I'm trembling because of how much I missed being in his arms and because not getting this job means I'm letting go of another piece of what keeps me whole. Teaching is part of who I am, and I'll be even more lost without it.

Cannon won't care though. He's wanted me to stay home for years, but I like working. I like seeing my kids smile.

"Mia," Jordan whispers against my cheek, "talk to me. You skipped your run yesterday and today, and I can tell you're upset."

I should let go of him—we're in plain view—but I can't. Instead, I walk us backward into the house, and he closes the door behind us.

For a minute, all we do is breathe each other in. I don't care that he's sweaty, and he doesn't care that I still smell like my husband's cologne. He just holds me as tightly as I need him to because, the second I open my mouth to speak, I know I'll cry.

"If I'm making it worse by being here, I'll leave."

I shake my head because I don't want him to leave. He's exactly what I need.

He raises my chin with his finger, and I see the worry in his furrowed brow. "Is this about last night at the restaurant? Or is this your way of telling me we're done?"