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She understands my words perfectly and shakes her head. “Steel is the last person I’m thinking about.”
“He’s still in your heart. But just because I won’t touch you doesn’t mean this needs to stop. Be a good girl for me and make yourself come.”
She plunges faster. Her head tips back and she closes her eyes with pleasure.
“Eyes on me, kitten. You look at me when you’re coming.”
Her green eyes land back on me and her lips part with a moan. “Daxton,” she cries as her hips lift off the couch. Fuck, she’s coming already. My dick aches at the sound of my name on her lips. She moans my name again, the pitch higher as she fucks her fingers. And then she collapses back on the couch and goes limp with the aftermath of her orgasm. Her breasts rise with ragged breaths. Her skin is flushed and the slightest layer of sweat sits on her forehead, glimmering in the moonlight.
Perfection.
Yet I’m in my own personal hell right now. I have never wanted Jordan more than I do in this moment, to slide into her and know what her pussy feels like fresh after an orgasm.
I need to get the fuck out of here before I do something I’ll regret. But there’s no winning because any action I take—to leave or stay—will hurt Jordan. I’ve fucked up so badly with this girl and keep making the situation worse. I’m tangled in a web of lies and don’t know how I got here when all I’ve ever wanted is to be honest with Jordan.
Distancing myself and gaining clarity is the best I can do by her right now. So I rise to my feet and back away.
Jordan frowns as I weave my arms through my jacket. “Where are you going?”
“I don’t know. To the bar downstairs or for a walk somewhere to clear my mind. Jordan, baby, you have no idea how much I want to stay, which is exactly why I need to leave.”
ChapterThirty-Two
Jordan
Fucking asshole.
He left me. How could he have justleftme after such an intimate moment? I can still hear the door slamming from not even a minute ago when he raced out.
I return to my bedroom and pace back and forth, trying to figure out what Daxton is playing at. None of this makes sense. He’s made it clear as day that he wants me. Yet he won’t lay a hand on me. Is it really because of Steel?
Maybe the exchange of money between us is his concern. Goddammit. Iknewmoney was an issue, and yet I continued sweeping our business arrangement to the back of my mind because I was so caught up in my attraction for Daxton. I should have taken Mina’s advice and ended the escorting before letting things escalate this far tonight. But it doesn’t feel like I’m Daxton’s escort anymore. It hasn’t felt like that for a while, and I know he feels the same way.
The Steel issue returns to my mind and I drop to my bed, sighing.
I wouldn’t like it if Daxton had another girl on the side. In fact, I wouldhateit. He said his last girlfriend cheated on him. Itdoesmake sense that he wouldn’t want to be involved with a new woman who has feelings for someone else. Daxton is the one I want, yet a part of me is still clinging to Steel. And for what? He’s not coming back. Mina told me to forget about Steel, that I have a much better option in front of me, and she’s right.
Taking care of what needs to be done, I open the Secret Santa app and type a message to Steel that has my thumbs shaking with nerves but comes from the truth of my heart.
JORDAN HART
Whatever went wrong between us, I need to move on from the heartache your disappearance has caused me. The truth is, I’ve met someone else. He’s the one I think about when I fall asleep. He’s the one I miss when he’s not around. It’s not you anymore. It’s taken me a long time to come to this realization, but I’m glad you stopped talking to me because you’ve pushed me right into his arms. This is goodbye, Steel. I won’t contact you again. I’m deleting my Secret Santa account as soon as I send this message.
I reread the message, my pulse pounding in my ears as I hit send. Then I follow my word and deactivate my account and delete Secret Santa.
I stare at the blank spot on my phone where the app used to be.
Steel is gone.
One hundred percent gone. Yet I’m still breathing and everything is all right. It’s more than all right. A weight is lifted off my shoulders that I didn’t realize I was carrying. I send Daxton a message.
Jordan
I deleted my Secret Santa account. Steel is gone for good. He’s not the one I want anymore. I also want you to stop paying me. I like you too much and don’t want to be your escort anymore.
And then I wait… for a reply that never comes.
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