“Good night,” I said with a smile, and left his car.
I was in a good mood as I walked into the apartment complex. At least, I was, until I bumped into someone standing by the elevator.
“Sorry —” I began as I looked up at the stranger, and stopped short at the sight of blue eyes.
He was frowning, his arms crossed, showing off the bulge of his biceps. He wore a black t-short and navy sweatpants with sneakers.
“Jordan,” I said. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“You blocked me,” he said.
“Yeah, for a reason. How the fuck do you know where I live?” In college, I lived on campus, but after graduating, I moved to this apartment. Jordan had never come here. In fact, I’d purposely never told him my address.
“I asked Jules,” he said, mentioning my younger sister. She was living with my family for the summer, but would start her junior year this September. “I said it was an emergency,” Jordan finished.
“And she believed you?” I asked incredulously. As far as Jules knew, Jordan and I were nothing but acquaintances. I had been very careful not to let anyone know I was involved with him.
Jordan’s lips curled. “I’m very convincing.”
I stifled a sigh. “What do you want?”
He took a step forward, crowding into my space and forcing me to crane my neck back to meet his eyes. He was so tall. “You know what I want,” he said in a low voice.
At that moment, the elevator opened and an elderly couple walked out. They eyed us, and I realized this wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have in public, where anyone could overhear. Especially because Jordan never hesitated to say the obscenest things.
“Let’s talk in my apartment,” I said, leading him into the elevator and pressing the button that led to my floor. Jordansmirked at me as the doors closed behind us. “Notto have sex,” I clarified. “I just want to talk in private.”
The elevator arrived on my floor with a ding, and I led Jordan down the hallway to my apartment. I unlocked the door and slid my heels off, sighing with relief.
Jordan watched me put the heels away. “You really got dolled up for him, huh.”
I ignored that. “Do you want a drink? Anything to eat?” I could barely stand Jordan, but my parents had raised me to be a polite host.
“There’s only one thing I want to eat.”
I glared at him. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” I walked into the living room, and pointed at the couch. “Sit.”
He chuckled, but obeyed.
“What’s so amusing?” I demanded.
“The way you boss me around. Especially when in bed, you’re my slave —”
“Listen, Jordan,” I said over him, hoping my cheeks weren’t turning pink. “I’m not going to have sex with you ever again. I thought you’d have got the hint when I stopped responding to you, but…” I shrugged.
The amusement left his eyes. “You should have told me in person, instead of ghosting me.”
“Fine, I’m sorry. But don’t pretend you would have shown me the same courtesy.” I knew from the beginning that if Jordan got sick of me, he’d just disappear.
“I would’ve,” he replied, his voice cold and even. “Not that I’d ever willingly put an end to our arrangement.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re the best piece of ass I’ve ever had.”
I rolled my eyes. “Flattery isn’t going to make me change my mind,” I said. “Now, I’ve said my piece, so you can leave.”
He didn’t get up from the couch. “How was the date? It can’t have been that good.”
