Page 91 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
“Sure,” I answer, nervous now that I’ll have to put on a happy face for Tom and his partners. “What restaurant will we be dining at?”
“The restaurant at The Hawk Grand Hotel. Eight o’clock.”
My stomach twists into knots. “I can’t go there. I can’t chance running into Daxton. Things between us didn’t end well.”
“I see. Delphine, I hope you appreciate the difficult position this places me in. One of the gentlemen we’ll be dining with organized this dinner reservation and I’m not at liberty to change it.”
“I… Uh…” My thoughts become cluttered and I can’t get a single word out of my mouth. My mind is riddled with panic over seeing Daxton.
“You do know that your fear of bumping into Daxton is irrational? He returned to LA for the opening of his new hotel. He’ll be there for a few weeks.”
Oh… Of course. I’ve been so deep within my own misery that not once did I stop to think life has carried on for Daxton and he’s busy with work. “I… didn’t know that. I don’t talk to him anymore.”
“I understand your concerns. Breakups can be messy. But don’t let what happened between you two stop you from an amazing opportunity.”
I sigh. “You’re right. I’ll meet you at the Hawk Grand tomorrow night.”
ChapterForty-Seven
Daxton
“You areliterallyon your phone every waking minute of the day,” Amabella says, stirring a pot of spaghetti on her stove. Ally was chatting with us a moment ago but ran to her bedroom when receiving an incoming call from Dan.
I send the current email I’m drafting and lock my phone, then lean back against Amabella’s kitchen counter. “Sorry. Work stuff with the LA hotel opening.”
Diving into work and trying to uphold the LA Hawk Grand Hotel launch is the only thing keeping me sane. When I’m not tending to work emails or phone calls, I have my phone glued to me with the hopes Jordan will call.
“How’s the opening coming along?”
“The launch would be smoother if I were in LA but that’s not an option.”
Amabella turns the hot plate off and drains her spaghetti. “Again, I’m really sorry I let Jordan out of my sight at the vineyard. I feel terrible.”
I know she does. She hasn’t stopped apologizing.
“Amabella, how many times do I have to tell you, none of this is your fault. I should have listened to you from the very start and told Jordan the truth.”
“I still feel bad. Has there been any communication from Jordan yet, even a text?”
“None. It’s been ten days since I left the letter with Mina.”
“Is it possible Mina didn’t give Jordan the letter?”
I dig my hands into my suit pockets and sigh. “Yes. Mina has no reason to do me any favors. I’m going out of my mind here. It’s taking so much self-restraint to leave Jordan alone and hope she forgives me. The last thing she said to me was I’ll never see her again. It’s killing me inside to even think her words might be true.”
“They’re not true. Jordan just needs time to work through everything.”
A message alert buzzes on my phone. I pull the phone from my pocket, desperate to see Jordan’s name. Instead, it’s Tom fucking Sanders, and he leaves the most cryptic message.
Tom Sanders
You stole the Quinn deal from me. Let’s see how you like it when I steal something from you.
For fuck’s sake. He’s delusional. I dial Tom’s number, not having the patience to play his games. He doesn’t answer. A moment later, I receive a photo message from him that makes me murderous.
The image is a selfie of him dining at a restaurant with Jordan. Her eyes aren’t on the camera. She’s looking down at her phone in her lap, unaware Tom is taking her picture. Tom is winking at the camera and his tongue is poking into his cheek, signaling the “blow job” sign.
“The fucking bastard!” I growl, my free hand clenching into a fist.
