Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Jordan

I'm on my way back from the gym when I see Evelyn's Range Rover weaving through the parking lot of the hotel. There's no need for her to be here unless she's fucking a tourist. Not that I'd put it past her, but she just closed on her parents' business today, so something tells me the reason she's here has nothing to do with her pussy.

I take a left into the lot, slowing as I get closer, and then I roll down my window. She pulls up next to me, and as the glass moves down, revealing her face, I say, "Looking for me?"

Lots of makeup cover her cheeks, and dark glasses hide her eyes. Weeks later, and she's still wearing a mask. If I didn't know her so well, I would think her smile meant she was actually happy, but I don't think my ex is capable of that emotion.

"Don't flatter yourself, Jordan. I'm not here to see you." Her voice is so sharp that it bites me.

"Then, why are you at my hotel?"

"The manager is a client. I came here to drop something off for him. And this isn't your hotel. It's his. Not everything revolves around you."

I want to believe her, but I don't.

The manager has access to all the water sports he can ever possibly want right down on the beach behind the hotel. Evelyn is competition, not an ally. But she'd never admit to why she was really here. It isn't her style. She wants the fight, but I don't care enough to give it to her.

I pull forward a few inches and look over my shoulder to say, "Lloyd texted me this morning and said you closed on the business. Congrats." '

She moves her glasses to the top of her head. I don't know what she's scheming, but something is brewing in those eyes. "Are you looking for a thank-you? Because you're not going to get one from me. I swallowed enough of your cum to earn me that business."

I could dig so fucking low and say so many hateful things to her. But that isn't me.

"Congrats again on the business, Evelyn. I'm sure you'll make it even more of a success." I give her the same smile she's giving me and inch up again.

"Tell Mia I said hello. I hear things have been pretty rough for the princess lately. All kinds of troubles. It's a good thing she's found someone like you who can swoop in and give her everything she needs."

My ex doesn't just kick people when they're down. She prays they will stay at their loJordan permanently, and then she'll point out every reason they should stay that way.

It's such a cunty quality.

"Good-bye, Evelyn." I roll up my window and continue driving toward the end of the lot.

After I park, I take the elevator to the top floor. I have some things I need to talk to Mia about, and I find her outside on the balcony of our suite.

While I was at the gym, Jesse called and said he secured some interviews in Boston. I'll be flying out in a few days and be gone a week. My moving up north is a conversation Mia and I have been avoiding, but it's time to discuss the possibilities because, suddenly, they've become more real.

I slide the balcony door closed. I see the glass of wine next to her. It isn't even noon yet. I've never seen her drink this early.

"You okay?"

She doesn't look at me. She just keeps staring at the ocean. Her profile shows a flushed cheek and an eye that's puffy and red. She's on one of the lounge chairs with her arms wrapped around her bent knees, her body rocking like she's riding out the waves.