Because I don’t want Matt to second-guess this anymore. Or me. I don’t want him to be afraid to love me, to open up, or to say it.
And I don’t ever want him to have a reason to watch me walk away again.
Chapter Forty-Five
MATT
Pete pullsthe Bentley up to the curb of my building.
“Thanks, Pete,” I say, grabbing my bag and stepping out.
I adjust my tie as I head for the door, anxious to see Jordan, especially after our texts earlier. I can’t wait to get this suit off, get her naked, and finally act on everything that’s been running through my head for the past few hours.
There was a private event at the club Leo and I co-own in Chicago last night, a full buyout by a Saudi prince. No room for mistakes. We didn’t leave until the last guest had gone, which was early this morning. Then I had to go straight into meetings all day.
I’ve been running on caffeine and adrenaline. I’m exhausted, wired, and I need to fuck.
My fingers tap against my thigh as the elevator climbs to the top floor. I’m already moving the second the doors open, heading straight for wherever Jordan is.
“Hey, babe?” I call out.
I walk through the kitchen, eyes scanning the living room, and continue down the hall.
“Babe?” I call again.
Nothing.
I pause at my door, glancing in. She’s not there either.
“Babe?” I call out again before continuing down the hall to the guest room she was staying in before we started sleeping together. It’s where all of her shit is.
I step into the empty, dark room and flip on the light.
My heart drops straight into my stomach.
What the fuck?
All her shit’s gone.
My pulse starts to climb, each beat pounding harder against my ribs.
I pull out my phone.
Babe… I’m home. Where are you? You still at your place?
I walk further into the room, into her closet.
There’s not a trace of her. Not a shoe. Not a shirt. Not even a fucking hair. She even vacuumed. Like cleaning up after herself somehow makes up for the fact that she fucking left again.
No.
This doesn’t make any sense. We were texting this afternoon. It was fun and flirty. She seemed… fine.
But she always seems fine, until she isn’t. I’ve never seen a breakup coming. Not once. Every time it hits like a ton of bricks.
No.
She wouldn’t do this to me. Not with Cole’s hearing right around the corner.
