Page 29 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
Needing to get Jordan out of here, I take her hand in mine and rise from the barstool. “Come on, let’s go.”
I keep her close by my side as we exit the restaurant, shielding her with my body from prying eyes. Not a word is spoken between the two of us as we enter the elevator and travel up to the penthouse. But I watch her the entire time, feeling terrible over how upset she is.
When we enter the front door, Jordan heads straight to her room. There’s no way I’m letting her be alone, not with how distraught she is. I grab a bottle of water and a sleeping pill from the kitchen, then knock on Jordan’s door. After a few seconds of silence, I poke my head in, finding the light off and Jordan lying in bed. Enough light streams in from the hallway to find my way to Jordan’s side. I kneel next her and place the water and pill on her nightstand.
“My head hurts from crying so much today. I could fall asleep right now,” she mutters, no doubt mentally drained. I can hear in her voice how tired she is. I suppose there’s no need for the sleeping pill. Thankfully the sobbing has subsided. “I’m sorry to be so depressing. You didn’t sign up for this. I promise I’ll be happier in the morning.”
“Don’t apologize.”
“What’s that?” she asks, noticing the pill.
“I brought you some water and a sleeping pill. You don’t need to take it. I just thought it might help.”
“I’m not taking medication from you.”
Her mistrust is warranted. We don’t have a rapport. I just wish I knew why. “Please tell me what I’ve done to upset you.”
“You humiliated me,” she mumbles, her eyes closed and her words slow.
My brow furrows. “What? When?”
“The first time you paid me to be your date.”
“Can you give me more details?”
“I guess I’m just like every other girl you’ve hired. I liked you. I thought you liked me. I know it wasn’t a real date, but I thought there was something between us. You acted like you were attracted to me. So I felt really… caught off guard when I… heard you talking about me with that businessman, William Anderson. I was so humiliated.”
My stomach drops and I feel the blood draining from my face. “What did I say?”
“Don’t make me repeat it. You know what you said.”
“No, I don’t. I speak a lot of bullshit to please these men. Please tell me.”
She opens her eyes and looks at me with heavy lids. “The man wanted to know if we were dating because he wanted to hire me. You handed me right over. You said I’m not your type.”
Shit. I bring the night to mind. The conversation with William Anderson returns to me. It was vulgar.Extremelyvulgar.
“Jordan, I’m really sorry.”
“If I’m not your type, tell me what is?” she whispers, her voice is so exhausted I can tell she’s close to sleep.
I rub my forehead and sigh. This situation issomessed up.
A soft snore interrupts my thoughts. At least she’s at peace now.
I lift the back of Jordan’s hand to my lips and press a gentle kiss to her skin. “I’ll fix this, Jordan. I promise.”
ChapterFourteen
Jordan
The smell of a hot breakfast wakes me up late morning. I squint through the bright sunlight as I walk out of my bedroom and find Daxton in a suit, cooking eggs at the stove. What is with this guy constantly looking amazing and me like a train wreck? My hair is a mess, I slept in last night’s makeup, and my dress is crinkled from sleeping in it.
“Hey,” I croak, my voice adjusting from sleep.
Daxton glances over his shoulder at me. “Good morning. How are you feeling?”
“Oh, you know. Fantastic.”
