Not only is he possessive, but he’s protective, too. I get the feeling he may be over the top like Luciano is. But he means well, and that’s what matters. The way Kian controls me is nothing like how my mom did. Kian doesn’t seem to want to change me or mold me into something I’m not.
Ace: Thank you for arranging that. I could have found my way home myself.
Kian: No, angel. It’s Daddy’s job to do that.
When I get home, I’m practically walking on cloud nine as I shower and find something comfortable to wear over to Jordyn’s. Yoga pants and a crop top are my go-to for comfort, so that’s what I pick before I find a small bag to pack some clothesin. Is it odd that he wants me to stay in his house while he’s not there? Probably, but I don’t care. I want to feel close to him, even if he’s gone. Besides, waking up to Kian getting into bed with me sounds like an amazing way to start the day.
Mathius is waiting for me in the driveway when I reemerge from my house, and he nods but doesn’t say anything as he holds the back door open for me. I’ve decided he eats small children for breakfast and possibly kills people for fun.
“Thanks, dude,” I quip as I climb in, and I swear the corner of his lips twitches a little.
Quinn is already there when I arrive, and both women step out onto the front porch, bouncing up and down excitedly when I get out of the car.
“I’ll be waiting here,” Mathius says.
“Oh, uh, well, I’m going to be here for a while. I can call you when I’m ready to go, so you don’t have to wait.”
Mathius peers down his crooked nose at me. “I’ll wait.”
His tone leaves no room for argument, so instead, I smile and nod, backing away to join the girls on the porch before we make our way inside.
Jordyn’s house is as extravagant as she is, yet everything about it is comfortable and welcoming. There’s nothing stuffy about it.
After growing up in my mother’s home, where sitting on the couch was like an act of crime because it’sdesigner and not meant for sitting, her words, not mine, I made a promise to myself to never let my home be a museum of things people can’t touch. I’m glad Jordyn seems to be on the same wavelength as me.
Because I never had any other examples, I thought all wealthy people were as awful as my mom and those she surrounded us with. Turns out, she’s just a bitch, and so are her friends.
“Do you want something to drink?” Jordyn asks from the built-in bar off to the side of the living room.
“Just water for now. It was hard today at work, and I need to hydrate before I try any alcohol again,” I answer.
Jordyn smiles and hands me a bottle of water, then offers one to Quinn before she plops down on the couch, curling her feet under her.
“Caleb is ordering pizza for us. It will be here in an hour,” Jordyn announces as she looks at her phone.
I glance at her, confused. “Caleb?”
She nods. “My bodyguard. If you weren’t already banging Kian, I’d introduce you. Caleb is fine as hell. Don’t tell my husband I said that, though.”
Quinn bursts out laughing and rolls her eyes. “Definitely don’t tell Cash. Caleb is nice. We don’t want him to die.”
My cheeks feel like they’re on fire when I think about Jordyn’s words.
Banging Kian.
Is that all we’re doing?
That’s what we agreed on the first time we met.
But it feels like things have changed since then.
A lot.
“So, do either of you know what business the guys are going to handle?” Quinn asks.
I shake my head. “Kian didn’t say. Should I be worried? It seemed kind of sudden.”
Quinn and Jordyn shoot each other a look before Jordyn reaches out and pats my leg.
