Page 41 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
Did you ever play Tomb Raider as a kid?
I laugh at the randomness of her question.
“What’s so funny?” Amabella asks.
“Nothing. Just something Jordan texted me.”
Daxton
Yes. How come?
I gaze out of the backseat window, my attention returning to Amabella’s phone call as I watch passing traffic. “So, what were you saying about me and Jordan?”
“You know the guy who owns Palermo Towers in Manhattan? Josh Miles.”
“Of course.”
“He’s hosting a pool party in The Hamptons this weekend and asked me to be his date.”
“Oh?” That catches me off guard. I switch the phone to my opposite ear and rest my elbow on the window frame. “I didn’t realize you were getting back into the dating scene after what happened with your ex.”
“I’m not rushing into anything. But I think I’m ready to start dating again. It’s been three years since I was with my ex, and Josh seems like a nice guy. I thought I’d accept the invite.”
“He’s a great guy. So, how does this tie into my situation with Jordan?”
“I was thinking you two could come to the party as well. Bring Jordan as your date.”
Jordan
I bought myself a laptop and decided to play the OG Tomb Raider that came out in the 90s. I don’t know why. The game gave me nightmares when I was a kid and is giving me nightmares again now. I almost had a heart attack playing the underwater levels.
I laugh even louder this time.
Daxton
I have never related more to something you’ve said.
“Seriously, what is so funny?” Amabella asks.
“Nothing. Sorry. So, this party in The Hamptons… I don’t know. The Jordan situation is delicate.”
She scoffs. “It can’t be that delicate if you’re laughing over her texts. Bring her to the party. You’re paying her to be your date so you may as well take her places. Once you’ve had a nice day together, tell her the truth about Steel.”
Perhaps Amabella is right. Things between me and Jordan are going well. Jordan will be ready to hear the truth about Steel soon, I’m just dreading that moment because I can’t imagine it will be butterflies and rainbows. She’ll still feel a little tricked and upset. Probably even mad. I’m just hoping Jordan will be able to deal with the truth better now that we’re friends.
“Have a think about my invitation,” Amabella says. “In the meantime, I’m sending you a TikTok video.”
“You know I don’t use TikTok—”
“Just watch it, okay? Bye.”
The call ends and I receive the link to a TikTok video from Amabella. I really don’t have the time to be messing around on the app, until I see the link hasDelphine Foxwritten in it. Curious, I open the link, finding a video of Jordan in my New York penthouse, dated from three days ago.
Jordan is on her elbows and knees in my gym, with the camera getting a clear view of her cleavage. I can see far more than that too. Her knees are spread in preparation for the splits, making her ass look fucking incredible.
“Today’s pose: Toad on the Road,” Jordan says into the camera. “This helps you get the straddle splits. Okay, so I’m making this video because I need to gush about a guy. These TikTok videos get like three hundred views. Barely anyone sees them. So, no harm done. Anyway, I’m kind of sharing a house with him. It’s a complicated situation so I won’t bother explaining the details. All you need to know is he is unbelievably attractive and is always wearing these crazy expensive Italian suits. But I saw him without a shirt on and I keep replaying the image in my mind. He is next-level hot. Like, you’ll get third-degree burns from looking at him without a shirt on. And he has tattoos. Clearly I’m a lover of ink.” She points to her own ink sleeve. “But I can’t emphasize this enough: a man with tattoos is my weakness.”
Jordan finishes the TikTok laughing. I watch it back again, stunned to know she feels this way about me. This girl is seriously perfection. That breathy laugh. Her personality. It makes me so damn happy to see her smiling as opposed to how miserable she was not so long ago.
