Page 58 of Mr. Delicious
“It’s so tempting…” I reached up and touched his handsome face, running my finger along the perfect angle of his jaw. The idea was warming to me. More appealing by the second. Go to Rome with Mr. Delicious and screw reality. Screw saving my business, my home, my life, and screw finding money to sue Billy’s ass. It would be so easy to say yes to this man.
“There’s something I need to tell you Wren.” He caught my hand, kissed it, then brought it down to join the other that he held. “Maybe it will make things a little more easier for you.”
“What, could that be?” I searched his eyes.
“You know how I said I’d tell you what AJ stood for on our last day here?”
“Yes, Archibald Jupiter.” I smiled, trying to feel like myself but not quite meeting the mark.
“Archibald Jupiter is a cool name, but it’s not my name.” He swallowed hard. “AJ stands for… Adam. Adam Jordin.”
At first I thought his name sounded cool and suited him, also that wasn’t an embarrassing name at all.
Then something clicked in my mind and I realized I’d heard that name before. The minute I thought that it dawned on me and I gasped, mouth dropping, heart stilling, stopping it’s beat within my chest.
Adam Jordin.
I hadn’t heard the name before. I’d seen it. That was the name I saw on the application documents I’d gotten just before I took out my business loan.
“What?”My voice came out on the edge of a breath, barely audible.
He released my hands, reached into his back pocket and pulled out an envelope.
I straightened up and gazed at him.
“What is that?” I asked as he tried to hand it to me.
“Please, take it.”
“No, you’re …him. My loan… The Spot. You’re Adam Jordin. AJ.” I stood up not quite knowing what to do. I didn’t understand.
“Wren, please.” He rose up, towering over me. His eyes never left mine. “I know you’re in shock now but just read it. Adam Jordin is just a name. I am still yours.”
My hands were shaking, I was shaking, but I took the envelope and opened it.
I nearly fainted when I pulled out a certificate, and saw it wasn’t any old certificate.
It was a title of ownership. It said:
This is to certify that Wren Chase is the registered proprietor of 202 Waterford Road. The said property is gifted by my hand, Adam Jordin, on this day, the 21stof April, 2018.
I looked at it several times and tried to process what I was seeing.
Now my soul was shaking.
“The Spot. You’re giving me The Spot?” Tears ran down my cheeks at the recognition of what this meant.
“Yes, and I refunded everything you’ve paid, plus… I took care of a few extra things.”
My hands flew up to my mouth. “I… don’t understand what you mean.”
Maybe I had gone crazy and made up this world for myself. Maybe that whole revelation of finding out about Billy’s scam had sent me right over the edge.
Perhaps that’s what happened because this wasn’t real.
“I gave you all the money back Wren and I took care of the other debts, and Billy. He won’t get the chance to bother you again when I’m finished with him.”
“Jesus,” I breathed. I blinked several times, still trying to understand and get my head around what he was telling me and what I held in my hands.
