Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Mia

I slept way later than I should have, but it felt so good to be in bed with someone I could trust that I didn't want to budge.

Jordan got up early and did his morning routine, but I already had his smile, and I didn't have to bother with putting on clothes and jogging to the beach to catch a glimpse. Instead, I took a taste of my favorite dimple and lay my head back on the pillow, certain that what we had wasn't a mistake but rather a beautiful beginning. A chance meeting that decided it never wanted to end.

But, as soon as I fully wake up, that contentment is replaced with worry. Jordan isn't here for me to get lost in, and I'm forced to face reality. The reality that Cannon has frozen our accounts because he knows whom I ran to when I moved out of the house.

Why he's being so spiteful when he has someone else, too, I don't know. He just is.

And I can't figure out why he's using money against me other than the fact that it's the one thing he thinks I still need from him. That's where he's wrong. I never needed a dollar from my husband. All I asked for was love and affection, to be treated with respect and to be treasured, and I don't think that was ever an unreasonable request.

We both cheated.

We both screwed up.

But what Cannon chose to do goes far beyond what I did with Jordan. Sure, it doesn't make it right, but I'm the one who has to get over it. And he's the one who has to process the guilt of living a double life.

Once I'm showered, I leave a note on the fridge, letting Jordan know I went out for a little while. Even a trip to the grocery store is embarrassing because, without access to my bank account, I can't take any money out or use my debit card. My only choice is to accept the cash Jordan keeps leaving in my purse, his silent show of support until I'm back on my own two feet. I love that he's here for me, but I still hate using the money.

I'll repay him later. Every last penny I spend will be returned to his bank account.

But the day only gets more expensive when I start my car, roll down the window, and the gas light comes on. I pound the steering wheel, pissed I'll have to throw some of Jordan's cash into my gas tank.

"Car trouble?"

I turn my head and stare at Evelyn leaning against her pearly-white Range Rover. It's brand-new, and I'm sure, if she opened the door, the ocean breeze would waft the new-car smell right through my window.

"What's wrong?" she asks. "Forget how to open that mouth of yours? Or is your jaw just too tired from sucking my husband off all night?"

"Why are you here, Evelyn?" I don't have the strength to sit in the sweltering heat, listening to her bitch. I just don't.

She walks around to the other side of my car and opens the door. Climbing in, she fans her face and looks around. "This is pathetic, Mia. Really fucking pathetic."

My car isn't old, but it's not new either. I bought it brand-new with my own money a few years back and have taken care of it. It's not pathetic; it just didn't cost a fortune. "I didn't ask you to get in."

"But that's the thing; you kind of did," she says as she drums her acrylic nails against her purse.

I stare at her, waiting for her to continue. But she takes her sweet time, picking at her nails and checking her lipstick in the mirror on the back of the sun visor.

"Aren't you tired?" she finally asks.

"If this is about Jordan, I don't want to argue. I'm sorry things happened the way they did and that we're both moving in new directions. But—"