Page 48 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
ChapterTwenty-Three
Daxton
I didn’t expect to attract this much female attention, but fuck, this is bad. We arrived at the pool party five minutes ago and I’ve already been approached by multiple women despite Jordan standing beside me, playing the role of my date. Many more have their eyes on me. We haven’t even made it through the living room yet, and everywhere I look I’m faced with women in tiny bikinis that barely cover their ass and breasts, all flirting with men who have money. I should have known better than to take Amabella up on this offer.
I glance down at Jordan beside me, finding a scowl on her face. “You alright?”
“I’m just… surprised. I don’t know why I’m surprised. You’re Daxton Hawk. I’ve seen how females react to you in the media.”
A flash goes off, startling Jordan. I search for the camera, finding a girl on a couch taking my photo. No doubt that photo and many more from today will do the rounds on social media. I need to get Jordan away from all of this, to someplace I can be alone with her.
“Let’s find some privacy.” I place my hand on Jordan’s back and guide her out of the living room.
Today isn’t my first time visiting this property. I’ve been friends with Josh Miles for a while and have attended a few of his parties here over the years. The mansion is exactly what you’d expect from expensive real estate in The Hamptons. Expansive floor plans and multiple levels on a large plot of land. Gardens for days and a spacious pool house.
As Jordan and I step out onto the back patio, the sound of the pool party hits us like a wave. The air is thick with the scent of sunscreen and the sound of laughter and music. The pool is massive, with guests lounging on pool floats and sipping colorful drinks with tiny umbrellas. Multiple cabanas line the right side of the pool, and to the left is a cocktail bar.
Jordan and I make our way over to an empty cabana. A daybed lies within, and white curtains are tied to each of the four posts. Once we’re inside, I draw the curtains shut for privacy and remove my shirt, placing it inside a shared bag between me and Jordan. I take a seat on the bed, dazed when I turn in Jordan’s direction.
She pulls her dress over her head, her black hair tumbling over her shoulders and framing her body. She’s wearing a black bikini that shapes the curves of her ass and breasts perfectly. Her skin looks so smooth and all I want to do is run my hands over her. No matter how much I try to distract myself, thoughts of last night return—the dance that Jordan gave me and how I’ve never been more turned on in my life. That little moan she gave while hanging upside down, as if she was moments away from an orgasm.
When I first discovered she was Jordan, I had concerns she would be completely different from the girl I knew online. But she’s not. Somehow, Jordan manages to be the gorgeous, sweet, funny girl I know from Secret Santa, while having this sexier side I never could have foreseen, and quite frankly, have a new obsession for.
After her performance in the gym, I went for a cold swim to distract myself from how badly I wanted to get her naked and personally be responsible for making more of those sweet sounds leave her lips, but the swim only made my need for Jordan worse when I heard her in her bedroom. Shehadto be touching herself. The moan I heard from within her dark bedroom was enough to make me lose control. I instantly returned to my room and fucked my fist for the second time in one night over Jordan.
“Dax!” a familiar voice calls out. I slide open the curtains, finding Amabella heading our way in her white bikini and carrying a cocktail. Her blonde hair is damp from the pool, pushed over one shoulder. “You made it to the party!”
Jordan mutters something under her breath that I swear sounds like “For fuck’s sake.”
I’m about to stand up to give Amabella a greeting hug, but Jordan’s arm slides around my shoulders and she sits on my lap. Not once has she acted this affectionate on our previous dates. I don’t know what’s happening right now, but having Jordan this close to me—feeling her breasts graze against my chest—is fucking heaven, so I go with the flow and wrap my arms around her waist.
“Hey, Amabella,” Jordan says. “We haven’t officially met. I’m Daxton’s girlfriend.”
The words travel straight to my dick. Jordan shifts slightly on my lap, which does nothing to help the situation in my pants. She’s obviously acting. But Jordan has never staked her claim over me before now. She’s never referred to herself as my girlfriend on all of our pretend dates. Jordan sees Amabella as a threat and I fucking love it.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jordan.”
“Amabella.” I jut into their conversation before this situation has a chance to escalate in the wrong direction. “I don’t mean to be rude. Do you mind giving me a moment alone with Jordan?”
“Sure.”
Amabella joins the cabana beside us, where Josh is chatting with a few people. He smiles at her and holds her hand.
Jordan makes a move to climb off my lap, but I hold her in place. She sighs and stays put. “How does Amabella know my real name?”
“Because I told her.”
“Why have you spoken to some random woman about me?” Jordan laughs at her own question with bitterness. “She calls you Dax. She’s not random at all, is she?”
“You’re right. She’s not random. Amabella is my cousin.”
She blinks several times with confusion. “What? But you two… You’re always flirting—”
I snort, never having heard anything more ridiculous. “We donotflirt.”
“Last night you said you don’t talk to your family.”
“Amabella is the exception, along with her daughter. They’re both very important to me. I’m going to call her back over here so you can meet her.” I catch Amabella’s eye and wave her over.
