Chapter 14
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Daisy's pov
I pulled into the parking lot of the café Jordan had texted me. Thank goodness Killian left me with the keys to the other car.
The place was tucked away on a quiet street—red brick. Ivy climbing the walls. Small windows with curtains drawn.
Perfect for staying hidden.
I checked my reflection in the rearview mirror. Black face cap pulled low. Oversized sunglasses. White tennis shoes. Dark jeans
I looked like I was trying to disappear.
I grabbed my phone. He hesitated, then typed out a message to Killian.
“ I'm meeting Jordan. Café on West Street. The one with the red door.
I stared at the text.
He was going to be pissed. No, scratch that. He was going to be furious.
But I needed to do this. I needed to see Jordan. I needed to feel like I had some control over my own life.
He'll understand eventually. I am sure of that. I hit send before I could talk myself out of it.
I shoved the phone in my bag, applied more lipstick, and got out of the car.
Locked it. I walked toward the entrance.
The café was small inside. Dim lighting. Wooden tables. The smell of coffee and fresh bread. Only a few people were scattered around. Reading newspapers. Typing on laptops.
No one looked up when I walked in. “Perfect,” I murmured to myself “No paparazzi’s”
I scanned the room then I spotted him, Jordan. He was seated at the Back corner table. He waved at me once out of the gaze with that familiar smile.
My face brightened.
I really didn't realize how much I had missed this bestie of mine until now. I rushed over toward him pulling away my glasses.
"Hey, bestie," he said, standing up, he pulled me into a hug.
I hugged him back. Tight. "Hey."
"You look like you're running from the FBI." His eyes scanned my outfit from head to toes.
I laughed nervously. "Just being careful."
"I see that clearly." He studied my face. "You look exhausted. Do you even sleep at night anymore?"
"Not really."
He shook his head. "Daisy. You can't let stress destroy you like this."
"I know. I'm trying…."I trailed off as the waitress came over
“ Get us two cups of strong coffee,” he ordered.
“I see someone still remembers my favorite,” I said, eyeing him.
“Your favorites are in my DNA I can never forget even if I try to” he said in a low voice
“Aren't you the sweetest bestie in the entire world?” I said sweetly.
Jordan leaned forward, his gaze became intense. "So,” he began. “Why did you need a bodyguard?
I exhaled "Someone's been stalking me. For weeks. It started small with messages, photos. Then it got worse. They broke into my apartment. Planted cameras and even shot at me."
His face went pale. "Shot at you? Daisy, what the hell? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
I could feel the pain in his voice. The way his eyes widened, his lips parted.
I lowered my head, tears gathering at a corner in my eyes, I tried blinking several times so tears wouldn't roll out but it didn't work.
I really didn't care about formalities or people watching, I was tired of acting strong and brave so I just let myself weep.
"I didn't want you to worry plus everything was happening so far and I barely even got a second to think on my own ." I said with a shaking voice.
“I am so sorry Bestie “
He moved closer to my seat, and let my head rest on his chest not caring if my tears stained his shirt.
“I am so tired Jordan, “ I admitted.
He let out a slow long breath “ I know Daisy, I know how much you love your peace and your space ”
“I hate being watched already, Bestie, “ I sobbed.
“Bes…”
“I just want to live a life,” I cut in.
He lifted my eyes to his slowly, like he could see my pain right through them “ All of this is going to pass away”
I swallowed. “ When ?” I asked
He didn't move his eyes away from mine. “ I don't know when exactly Bes.. but I will do absolutely anything in my power to make sure we catch the stalker soonest.”
I knew he was just trying to reassure me but something in that statement sounded like a do-or-die affair.
My sister once stated that she was sure as hell that Jordan had feelings for me. And everyone could see it except me. But to me, that was all lies he just really cared for me.
I flinched. “Thank you, Jordan ”
“Anything for you” He smiled and pulled me into a tight hug. “ I'll get people involved. People who know how to... handle things."
“Thank you” I mouthed.
We stayed like that for a while. My head on his chest, his fingers stroking my back gently.
Then he spoke
“Enough of the cry, so what book are you working on right now? I missed reviewing your chapters especially the crazy ones”
I lifted my head from his chest and clapped his jaw playfully, “Naughty you.”
He laughed “Who doesn't like a wet p***y？”
I stuck out a finger a little “Me?” I said smiling
His weight shifted
“Right you love a hard d**k” he let out another little laugh.
God. Jordan had always been so plain with words. We'd had these conversations like this a million times. Late-night writing sessions, drinking coffee, and editing marathons.
This was normal for us. But somehow it felt different.
Maybe because Killian was in my head now. Or maybe because I was actually living the story I was writing.
Trying to change the topic, I lifted myself away from his hug and reached out for my bag and pulled out my phone.
"Actually, I am still sane because I have been writing about something juicy. Do you want to see what I've been working on?"
Always."
I opened my laptop file, my fingers moved on the screen pulling then it stopped and clicked "Forbidden Protection."
"Here” I handed him my phone
He started reading. Eyes scanning the screen. Lips curving into a smile.
Suddenly a smirk.
I crossed my fingers hoping he had not noticed anything
Then full-on grin “hmmm”
He shot me a glance briefly and then back to the screen "Daisy…I see you girl"
"What?"
"This is good. Like really good. But..." He paused. Eyes dancing with amusement.
He held up my phone."This sounds less frictional and more like a documentary." His gaze didn't flinch.
My face burned. "It's fiction, Jordan."
"Uh-huh. A bodyguard. A woman in danger. The s****l tension is thick enough to choke on." He tilted his head. "So something is going on between you and Mr. Tall, Dark, and Protective?"
"I…"
"Because this scene right here—" He scrolled and read out loud “His hand slid up her thigh. Possessive. Sure as she arched into his touch, desperate for…' Wow, Daisy. That's... detailed."
"Jordan!"
"Hope this bodyguard of yours knows you have a best friend who would do anything to protect you from anyone who is trying to ruin you” I stated.
I wanted to ask him how he would protect me from being ruined by the same man whose mere touch made my p***y wet.
Instead, I snatched my phone back from him "You're impossible." I said in a low voice.
His jaw tightened. "Be careful, Daisy. You barely know this guy”
“We are not doing anything." I lied.
"Right. I hope so… because I am not going to share my best friend with anybody. Your bodyguard or not"
Something about the way he said it made my stomach twist. Too intense.
But this was Jordan. Sweet Jordan. My Bestfriend. Just being protective.
Right?
I just laughed. "You're being dramatic."
"Maybe." His eyes held mine too long. “ Or maybe I am not.”
I had opened my mouth to respond when the café door clicked open.
Cold air rushed in.
I looked up.
Killian.
- Writer
