Choices

Chapter 58

As promised... here is our precious Evan! I would let him ruin my life IRL and I would be thankful for it cause good lord look at him! I also included his scars that he has on his back and chest but sadly this picture does no justice with it :( The song is Slow Dancing In The Dark by Joji!

(Hopes POV)

The warm sun rays on my face made me wake up from my slumber. I sit up and realizes I'm on a huge corner post bed. I look around the bedroom, no one in here except me. Why am I not being treated like shit like Wolf Syndicate treated me? I get out of the bed and go to the sliding glass door, locked. I look out and see huge redwood trees down below the hill, we definitely aren't in the city.

I look down and see I'm no longer in my clothes from last night, instead I was in a black silk robe that hugged my body. Footsteps came from outside the room as it stopped just outside the door, I heard the door unlock as the footsteps walked away. I slowly go to the door and open it up. I was the last room at the end of the hall, the smell of strawberries and pancakes filled the air. I slowly walked in the direction of the smell.

I turn a corner and was in the open living room and behind it the kitchen where a shirtless Jordan was happily at the stove making pancakes.

"Good morning madam, did you sleep well? Mr. Hayes is making your favorite! Strawberry pancakes with bacon!" A lady with blonde hair comes up to me and says.

I look at her as she's wearing a black t-shirt and black pants. Behind her is a huge portrait of me, it was the picture I took while at the casino with Evan, Brian, and Craig. Except they were nowhere in it, it was just me. How in the hell did he get that picture of me? The lady turns around and lets out a sweet sigh as she too looks at the picture. This dude is fucking obsessed with me, no... not even obsessed can match this dudes personality.

"It's my favorite picture of you madam, I keep suggesting that Mr. Hayes hang up more of you, but we must wait for the artist to paint them." She says as she walks to the kitchen. I look over as Jordan turns away from the stove and looks over at me.

"Good morning beautiful, made your favorite. Come over here and eat it while it's hot." He slides three pancakes onto a plate and goes back to the stove.

I look around the living room and see some small sculpture that I can use to probably knock Jordan out. I slowly walk my way over to it.

"How do you know I like strawberry pancakes? Not even Evan knows I like them." I grab the sculpture and hold it behind my back as I slowly walk to the kitchen.

"I would think I would know my own wife by now my dear. Don't be silly and come get something to eat." I stop and look at my left hand. On my ring finger is a silver wedding band with diamonds all around it. He's fucking with me, that or this is some fever dream.

"We're not married you fucking psychopath! Let me out of here!" I yell. The lady and Jordan both turn to me as I bring the sculpture away from my back and throw it at him.

"SIR HER MINDS SLIPPING AGAIN!" The lady yells as she starts rummaging through the cabinets. Jordan catches the sculpture and sets it on the counter. He lifts his hands up as if he was taming a lion and he slowly walks to me.

"Hey, it's alright everyone just calm down. Ava go get Hope's pills in my room, in the top bedside drawer." Jordan quickly looks over at Ava before looking back at me.

"The pills help, remember? Ever since the accident you just haven't been the same but I refuse to give up on the one I love." Jordan stops a couple of feet in front of me, his hands still out in front of him. Tears start streaming down my face as I shake my head