Page 50 of Shattered Hope
Jonathan’s frown became deeper, but he didn’t say anything else. “George is calling us. Lunch is ready,” he announced, instead. “I hope you like Thai food.”
“I love it.”
Spending some time with the couple was refreshing. I could see there were genuine feelings between them, something I hadn't witnessed often in my life.
After lunch, we went back to Jonathan’s studio until he decided the light wasn’t good enough.
“Go get some rest. Feel free to join us for dinner,” he suggested.
“Thank you… but I think I’ll pass. I’ll see you in the morning,” I said with a warm smile.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. This modeling job is harder than I thought,” I complained in a teasing tone. “I need my beauty sleep.”
He chuckled. “Make sure you have some dinner,” he demanded.
“Yes, dad…” I mocked him as I left the studio.
The sun was settling on the horizon, lighting the winter sky with the most impressive colors, and I couldn’t resist the urge to watch the sunset from the small cliff, not far from the guest house.
I stayed there for as long as I could before I went back to the house to grab something to eat before I went to bed.
I was tired, but not sleepy. I was missing Jayden like a vital part of my life that had been torn away from me.
The urge to call him and hear his voice one more time was so strong I even dialed his number, just to erase it before I actually placed the call. He didn’t want to hear from me, and that was for the best. There was no future for us, and truth be told, he had never made any promises to me. I was just a fling… a commodity he had enjoyed for a short while… not something he would truly miss.
I was back on Jonathan’s chaise lounge, the following morning when a loud doorbell interrupted them.
“Who can it be?” he grumbled. “George is out of the house, and I’m not expecting visits,” he explained, as he dropped his sketchbook and walked to the small panel on the wall that gave him access to the security cameras placed all over the property. “Well, well, well…” he murmured.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, intrigued by his sardonic tone.
“Wells is here,” he said, turning to look at me.
I jumped out of the chair and wriggled my hands. “Did you tell him I was here?” I asked startled.
“I haven’t seen him since the art show,” he assured me as he pressed the button that opened the door and told Jayden he was at the studio.
“Please, don’t tell him I’m here,” I asked him, my heart thundering in my chest.
“Was he the one that hurt you?” he asked in a grave tone.
“What? No… of course not, how could think that?” I replied outraged.
He shrugged. “I had to know. Hide in the bathroom. I’m sure he won’t be here more than a few minutes,” he suggested, and I did as he told me, leaving the door slightly open to hear them and see Jayden. I simply couldn’t help myself. Only a couple of days had gone by, and I already missed him more than I ever thought possible.
Talk about a fucked-up mind… I was truly a mess when it came to men and my relationships with them.
“Jayden… this is a surprise. What are you doing here?” Jonathan asked when Jayden walked in.
“Have you seen Anne?” he asked, going straight to the point.
Why was he looking for me was the mystery.
“Anne? Why would you think that?” Jonathan stalled.
“Phoebe told me she called the office asking for your cell phone number,” Jayden explained.
