Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Jordan

After we return from dinner, we have about twenty minutes before Mia and Cannon are set to come over. I'm hanging out in the kitchen to wait, grabbing myself a beer from the fridge. Evelyn goes into the bedroom. When she finally joins me, she's changed into her white silk bathrobe. With the kitchen light shining through it, I can see her black lace bra and matching panties.

She looks hot as fuck. She leans against the other side of the island, the top of the robe opening to give me an eyeful of cleavage. "I spoke to my dad today."

"Yeah?"

"He told me he asked you to buy their business."

"He did."

"Were you going to mention it to me?"

There's attitude in her voice, and I'm not sure why. I also don't know why she's bringing this up now, minutes before Mia and Cannon are supposed to come over, or why she didn't say a word about it at dinner.

"I planned on it," I say. "It just kept slipping from my mind."

"But it seems like you've had lots of time to think about it. Since moving here, all we've done is eat, work out, and fuck. So, I don't understand why you haven't done this one thing for me."

There it is.

The perfect dig.

I was months into the hockey season when I was forced to retire. That meant spending most of my days at the rink, games at night, traveling the country nonstop. When all that was taken away from me, I just needed a minute. Did I take my wife somewhere exotic to celebrate? Did I turn into this romantic, loving guy, giving her all my attention?

Nah. I didn't do any of that.

I thought about myself instead.

She deserves more than that. But there's nothing I can do to change what I did, and there's nothing I want to do at this point.

"If you're trying to start a fight, Evelyn, I'm not going to sit here and argue with you. But, if there's something you want to say, I'll listen."

Her stare intensifies. "I want their business."

"Then, it's yours."

Her shoulders drop enough to show me she feels relieved.

Why the hell is she worried that I'd say no? I've never said no to her in the past, nor have I ever treated her like it's my money and not our money.

"Come here."

"Jordan—"

"Come here," I say louder.

She walks over to my side of the island and halts right in front of me. I don't pull her into my arms and hug her, trying to fix whatever the hell is eating at her. My wife doesn't want that. She would much rather be fucked than consoled. So, I stare into her eyes to see how they'll change when I give her the answer she wants, hoping they reveal the source of all this edge she's carrying.

"I'll call the attorney in the morning," I tell her.

There's more relief, but there's something else, too, that I can't quite place.

"Thank you."

"Evelyn—"

The doorbell cuts me off, and she immediately moves away to answer it. I stay where I am and hear voices from downstairs. "He's up there," Evelyn says. There are footsteps on the wooden stairs. They continue to get louder until I watch Mia enter the kitchen. She comes to the other side of the island, the same place Evelyn stood until I called my wife over to me.