Page 11 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
Without speaking another word, she speeds toward the guest bedroom. A strong scent of smoke follows Delphine as she passes by me, the smell lingering in the air after she slams the door shut behind herself.
Lovely.
I sit on a bar stool at the kitchen counter and check my phone again. Still no response from Jordan.
Delphine’s bedroom door opens and she sticks her head out. “What kind of penthouse doesn’t have bedrooms with a bathroom attached?”
“Your bedroom happens to be the only one without a bathroom. Choose another room if you prefer.”
“No, it’s fine. Where’s the bathroom? I need to shower.”
“Door across the hallway from you.” I nod in that direction.
“Oh, and do you have an iPhone charger?”
“There should be one in your end table. I’m going to bed. If you need anything, there’s twenty-four hour room service.”
“Noted.” She crosses the hallway and disappears into the bathroom.
Before I make a move for my bedroom, a work email arrives on my phone. I take a few minutes to answer it, and right when I’m about to lock the screen, a notification banner for my personal email account appears. I open the email on autopilot, swearing when I realize who it’s from.
You are invited to celebrate the wedding of Brad West and Felicity Rhodes.
My hand clenches around the phone and my whole body is instantly swarming with anger. I delete the email, unable to stomach reading the rest.
Where is Jordan when I need someone to talk to about Brad and Felicity?
They’re the reason I joined Secret Santa in the first place, because I needed to talk with someone about their betrayal, someone I didn’t know in real life because the humiliation was too raw.
It was a real nice surprise to walk in on my fiancée riding my brother’s dick a month before our wedding. The cheating had been going on behind my back for months prior. They claimed they were planning to tell me they were in love with each other before the wedding arrived, but I have my doubts.
What makes me even more furious is that my family supports their relationship, Amabella being the exception. The support didn’t come at first. Four years ago, when this all took place, they were upset with Brad and Felicity for doing this to me. But a year later, when my brother proposed to Felicity, my family realized their romance wasn’t a fleeting affair and that they needed to accept the relationship. That’s when I cut ties with all of my family. They chose my brother over me, though they don’t see it like that. They told me I don’t need to like my brother’s relationship with Felicity or approve of it, but that I need to accept it.
So, I told them to all get fucked and haven’t spoken to them in three years. The year I cut out my family, Secret Santa was all the rage and I joined for the hell of it, wanting someone to talk to.
I got lucky being matched to Jordan. She understood me. She was the only person I could talk to about the betrayal because she was a stranger. Someone I felt no shame in sharing the humiliation with. I spoke to her every day. I grew dependent on her. She became my best friend and was the reason I stopped feeling so lonely. And then somehow, I fell in love with her, this person who doesn’t exist outside of my phone. That’s when I decided I need to meet her.
The bathroom door opens. My attention flicks to the movement and I find Delphine crossing the hallway in a lacy bra and panties, and with her black hair wet and slung over one shoulder. Oblivious to my presence.
My jaw ticks at the sight of her. I’m not interested in pursuing anything with Delphine, but there’s no denying she has a good body.
I clear my throat, not knowing how else to announce myself. Her eyes shoot to me and her face turns bright red again.
“Don’t look at me,” she squeals, running for cover in her room.
“Why were you giving me shit for being half-naked when you’re no better?”
She calls out from behind the closed door. “I don’t have any clothes to sleep in. You said you were going to bed. I didn’t think I’d see you again tonight.”
I groan and head for my room on the opposite side of the penthouse, not having the energy to engage in a back and forth with Delphine. Sleep will be impossible, though. Visions of Jordan with another man plague my mind. How is there still no reply from her?
I really don’t want to bethat guy—the one who can’t give a girl space—but I have to know what Jordan is doing. I lie across the foot of my bed and open Secret Santa.
STEEL WEST
No reply. I guess the date is going well.
JORDAN HART
