Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Jordan

"Evelyn, I'm not going to say it again," I snarl into the phone. "Stay the hell away from Mia, and destroy those pictures, or I'll sue you for every dollar you're getting from this divorce."

I keep my eyes on the bathroom door. Mia's on the other side of it, taking a shower. I don't want her to know I'm talking to my ex because she'll try to get me to hang up. Not because she's jealous. She just doesn't want me getting involved in whatever happened between them. My girl is fucking crazy if she thinks I'll let this kind of shit fly. Evelyn can fuck with me all she wants. But she isn't going to fuck with Mia.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Evelyn plays innocent so well, but I know her game. The more she denies, the guiltier she is.

"The fact that you're holding a grudge from something that happened so long ago is pathetic. And, as far as what went down between us, if you're angry about our affair, be angry with me, and leave Mia out of it. It's my fault, not hers."

"I no longer have to listen to your bullshit, Jordan. We're done. So, don't you dare call me and accuse me of—"

"We both know you got wet when you saw my name appear on your screen. Some things never change. Your cunt is one of them, Evelyn." Talking about her pussy wasn't part of my plan, but, shit, she's trying to act tough around me, and I see right through it. "Look, I'm being nice about this. The next time I pick up the phone to call you, I won't be. I'll be telling you what's going to happen, and it won't end pretty for you. I promise you that."

"What are you trying to say?"

This is the first time I approve of her tone. The mask is gone, and there's finally some emotion behind her words. I can hear how scared she is. I'm not proud of that, but she's left me with no other choice.

"I'm telling you to stay out of our business. Move on with your life. And don't forget; just because I won't hit doesn't mean I don't know where to aim. I can make your life fucking miserable. Do not make me do that."

She says nothing.

That's the response I want.

"Good-bye, Evelyn." I

drop the phone onto the bed just as Mia walks out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel, her wet, long hair dripping down her arms, her cheeks flushed from the water.

"I thought you were going to join me in the shower?"

I walk over to her and grip the top of the towel, pulling it off her body and letting it drop to the floor. "I wanted to, baby. I just had to take care of something really quick."

I love the way her skin feels when it's a little wet. How she seems extra sensitive because her nerve-endings are still tingling from the hot spray. How she smells so good that I want to lick the scent off her flesh.

"Do I want to know what you had to take care of?"

I hold her tits in my palms, grazing my thumbs across her nipples. "It doesn't matter. This is much more important."

She moans, putting her fingers on top of mine. "We have a flight to catch."

"We'll make it."

I lift both of our hands off her chest and lean my face down to take one of her nipples into my mouth. She groans even louder when I hold it between my teeth, flicking just the end, sucking when I know she needs more pressure.

"We have plenty of time, Mia. Let me taste you—"

She slips her body away from me and rushes toward the bathroom, shouting from the doorway, "As soon as we get to Boston, you can have whatever you want, but we are not going to miss this flight. Now, get your butt in the shower."