Better yet, Zeph can be the one to thank me later. After all, if he really is crazy in love with her like he thinks he is, then technically, his wildest dreams are currently coming true, and he has nobody to thank but me. Though he should be aware that I only take gratitude in the form of expensive gifts such as luxury sports cars and condos.
I’m busy shaking my ass when a familiar face steps up in front of the kitchen counter with his arms crossed over his wide chest and an expectant expression stretched across his moronic face, instantly killing my vibe.
“Ugh, who let you in?” I groan, my ass-shaking momentarily paused as I stare down at Jordan. Tonight was supposed to be about forgetting that I’m in a Caesar-induced coma. I was supposed to be having a good time, but suddenly I’m no longer feeling it.
My mood instantly plumets at just the look on his stupid face, and along with it comes the hurt I’ve been trying to swallow after hearing how easily Caesar reinforced his boundaries this afternoon. I don’t know what I was hoping to get out of that conversation with him today, but I know that I wasn’t emotionally prepared for that.
He made it more than clear that it’s only about sex, and I don’t know why I was holding on to hope that it could possibly be anything different. He laid out the ground rules from day one, and I shamelessly agreed to them. I vowed not to get emotionally attached to him, vowed not to fall in love. And while I don’t actually know if what I’m feeling right now is love, I know that it’s something, and that could only mean that I broke my vow.
I have officially forged an emotional attachment to Caesar Di Rozé, and now I have no choice but to avoid him like a plague. The moment he finds out, he’s going to send me on my way, and I don’t know if I have the strength to handle that.
“It’s time we cleared the air, don’t you think?” Jordan questions.
I let out a heavy breath and roll my eyes. “I’m not going to fuck you, Jordan. And neither are any of my friends, so if that’s what you’re hoping for, you can go right ahead and fuck off.”
Jordan scoffs. “You certainly think highly of yourself, don’t you?”
“If I ignore you, will you eventually go away?”
“Unlikely.”
Shit.
Crouching down, I reach out, and Jordan takes my hand, helping me to jump down off the counter in a rare display of chivalry. The moment my feet hit the floor, Jordan hastily releases his hold on my hand as though it burned him, and he waves me through the crowd. “I take it you don’t want to find a quiet place to talk?”
“Oh, I’ll talk,” I tell him. “I have more than enough things to say to you, but there’s no chance in hell you’re getting me alone in a quiet place. Whatever you want to say to me can be done in front of witnesses.”
I can practically hear him rolling his eyes. “Outside then?”
I nod. The front yard and the street are littered with people, and while the party is more than raging out there, the music isn’t quite as loud.
We weave through the throng of people, and when we stride past Zeph and Chloe up against the wall, Jordan goes out of his way to point them out. “Trouble in paradise, huh?” he questions, stepping in so close behind me that I feel his lips against my ear. “What happened?”
I pull away from him and scrunch my face. “What are you talking about? Zeph and I aren’t anything. We were having fun. There’s no trouble at all. Besides, that’s my best friend. I practically forced them together tonight.”
His brows crease, and he glances back at the couple, more pointedly at Zeph, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s somewhat jealous. “What’s your deal, huh? Have you got a thing for Zeph? Is that why you’ve been such a dick to me?”
Jordan glares at me and steps ahead. “Come on.”
I follow his lead, trailing after him as he walks outside, all while rolling my eyes at his back. If it weren’t for Zeph, I wouldn’t bother trying to patch things up with Jordan. He’s a prick, but Zeph is amazing, and if Jordan means something to him, then I owe it to Zeph to at least give him a chance. Who knows? Maybe Zeph was right and Jordan truly is a great guy. I doubt it, but I suppose I’m about to find out.
We make it out the door, and I weave through the people lingering on the front porch, and after making my way down the few stairs, it quickly becomes apparent that there’s nowhere good for a conversation out here. There are people everywhere,and after quickly scanning the yard, Jordan begins to lead me around the corner of the house.
I follow without question, but it’s not until we step into the shadow of the house that I realize just how quiet it is around here. All those witnesses I had wanted are nowhere to be seen, and I’m suddenly more alone with Jordan than I ever intended to be.
I come up short, keeping distance between us as I keep a close eye on him. “So, you wanted to clear the air?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says, digging his hands into his pocket. “Why are you being such a little cock tease?”
My brows practically hit my hairline as I stare at Jordan, having absolutely no idea what to make of that. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t start acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about. The other day, you were acting like you didn’t want me to fuck you, and I get it, you were trying to save face with Zephyr. But now that’s over, and you’ve been up on that table dancing for me like you were fucking begging me to come and fuck you right there in front of everyone.”
“Holy shit. Are you serious?”
He just stares at me.
“Wow. You really are delusional,” I tell him. “Let me make this really clear, because you’re obviously not understanding. I have no interest in you. Zilch. Nada. Your little pin dick has no appeal to me. I don’t want to get on my knees for you, and I sure as fuck don’t want you screwing me in a room full of strangers at some shitty college frat party. I don’t know what to tell you. I wasn’t dancing for you. I didn’t even know you were here until you were standing in front of me.”
