Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Mia

"I can't watch this," I tell Jordan as I continue to stare.

It's like passing by an accident. You know you shouldn't watch—it's too personal, too intrusive—yet you can't look away. And, right now, my husband is that car alongside the road that's all smashed up and in a million pieces. He's shattered, falling apart from the dildo strapped around Evelyn's waist.

My husband is being fucked in the ass by a woman, and I have no idea what this means for him or for us.

"Mia, come on. You're really pale," Jordan says as he tries to lead me away from the door.

I throw my hand over my mouth and swallow down the bile. "I feel sick."

Cannon shifts positions and opens his eyes. When he does, his peripheral vision picks up on our shadows. The second he connects the dots, he roars, "Motherfucker. Untie me, Evelyn. Right fucking now."

I turn and run, afraid of what'll happen if I don't get out of this house.

The first door I get to opens onto the patio, leading to the beach. It's pitch-black, and the sand is so cold, I shiver. But the sound of the waves draws me closer to the shoreline.

Jordan is right there, by my side. I see the worry in his eyes when the moonlight hits his face, but I don't want to be touched, and I push him away.

"Mia!" Cannon shouts from the patio.

I pick up speed.

I have no idea what to say to him. All I know is that what I saw made me uncomfortable. I've never asked what he does with Evelyn. I just assumed it was the kind of sex I was having with Jordan. Sexy and consuming. Not that.

Whatever they were doing is out of character for my husband. It's so unlike him, I can't fathom him in such a compromising position. And, if that's the kind of kinky thing he likes, then he's married to the wrong girl. I'll never be able to give him that kind of attention.

Jordan stops to handle Cannon, who's still shouting my name, begging me to come back. I walk even faster. Evelyn joins them, thankfully without the dick around her waist.

Cannon pushes past Jordan and catches up to me. But, the second he tries to lay a finger on me, I bat his hands away.

"Stop it, Mia," he begs. "Stop and listen to me."

We're standing a few houses down from Jordan and Evelyn's. Jordan watches with concern while I'm almost positive his wife is smirking. She's enjoying this way too much.

"What?" I ask my husband. "What can you possibly have to say to me, Cannon, that will make this better?"

He closes his eyes and exhales a shaky breath. "I can explain."

"Explain what? I think what I saw was pretty self-explanatory."

"Evelyn's kinky as fuck, Mia. She's not like you in bed."

"What's that supposed to mean? And don't blame this all on her. You agreed to it."

"I didn't mean it like that," he says. "You're amazing. She's just..."

He searches for a word that can sum up Evelyn. I'm not sure there's a word for that. The girl can easily become the entire dictionary with a single glance and lick of her lips.

"She's everything I'm not," I tell him. "Just like Jordan is everything you'll never be."

Like I slapped him, he takes a step back. "What the fuck, Mia? You have feelings for him, don't you? Like real motherfucking feelings."