Episode 5:Get Off Me!!
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Chapter 5: Her Refusal
All through their visit, Irene remained cautious, staring at the stairs to see if he would come down, but there was nothing going on between her and Jordan.
She hated to feel she had some sort of explanation to give.
It was quite a long time since Ethan left with Morin, it was getting late.
A lot had happened the whole of that day. She sighed as she closed the door behind her, battling if she should apologize to Jordan or just let it go.
Still deliberating, she found herself knocking softly on his door. The door opened and there he was, his eyes red like he had cried, but it was definitely from anger.
He arched his brows at her, wanting her to state her business for knocking. She froze.
“Uh…I just wanted to …I don't know how to…” the words jammed and all came out badly.
“Irene,” Jordan immediately called, his voice calmed her down in a swift voice. “You don't have to explain.” He told her, seeing she was struggling to pass her message across.
“But if that's your type, I think you need to upgrade on that.” He blurted out arrogantly,
She squeezed her face. For a moment she had forgotten who he was. Unserious and quirky.
She scoffed, folding her arms into an akimbo,
“So…what's my type?” She fired back.
Jordan leaned on the wall, “someone who would make you wet and make you scream his name every night.” He said, with deep intent, like he wanted to do it.
Fear shuddered her,“ Really? A horny man is my type? Or you're just describing yourself,” she replied.
He smirked. “ Baby girl, you're like an open book... I don't need to do much, you will get wet already,” he said, taking her back by his words. She hated the fact that it was true...she was wet at that very moment.
“You're wrong. I've had s*x and I don't think it's glorified the way you think it is.”
“You've had s*x?” he said, but his voice didn't sound like he was convinced.
Jordan leaned closer, “Honey, with one look at you, you're as innocent as a white rose. And guess what, I love my women, brand new.” His voice hit her, goosebumps grazed her skin, she immediately felt cold, she felt a cold liquid empty in her panties, she was drenched, her body eagerly waiting for his touch. But he loved to torture her till she wanted him willingly.
“No words?” he asked with an arched brow.
Her lips parted, but no words came out of it. He smiled.
“You can do whatever you want with Ethan. But I promise you, it's not going to last,” he said calmly, almost sure.
Irene felt irritated, “And who are you to say that?” She asked but got no answer, just a smirk appearing. He held her hands, bent as he kissed them. His lips on her skin sent shivers down her spine, and she snapped her hands away immediately.
“See…?” He said, sounding cocky. “Goodnight baby girl, and wet dreams...” he said as he closed his door, leaving her stunned to the ground. Irene clenched her fist.
“Urrgghhh…you piece of...” her voice trailed as she stormed off.
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The day was almost over, Jordan sat behind his thick mahogany office desk, as he swirled his chair while talking to his last client for the day. His cold office seemed designed to taste but still had the fill of his father's legacy.
His mind drifted to Irene, and she avoided him all throughout the ride to her school. It was time to pick her up. His classes had ended, he felt a pang of excitement.
“And that does it… we will do our calculations and send you the contract to sign.” Jordan ended with finality in his voice.
The Japanese man said, impressed as he nodded...” We will be waiting for your response,” he added, and he stood up abruptly, shaking Jordan's hands.
“I must say, Williams Corp is in good hands.”
Jordan nodded, “Thank you very much, Mr. Zhang. My assistant, Laura, will see you out now,” he said. Laura stood up, with the tablet resting in her hands. She looked way too unprofessional to be called one.
As soon as the client leaves, she walks right back in.
“Finally…last meeting for the day,” she said softly, as she walked over to his table.
“Let's go out and have fun.”
But Jordan seemed distracted. “I'm sorry, but you'll have to leave before me.”
She retracted,“ And what's that supposed to be? You ditched me yesterday for something you had to do, and you wouldn't even talk to me about it.”
“Don't overstep, Laura,” Jordan said immediately, as he turned to her,“ Prepare all the files for today and send them to me via email. I'll be working from home today,” he said simply.
Her face squeezed in confusion. “Home? But you never work from home?”
He didn't respond. Instead, he walked out, leaving her behind.
He got into his car as he drove heading straight to her school. On the way, he got food. Driving into school, the sense of familiarity hit him. It'd been three years. As he drove straight to his then department, as soon as he parked, he saw students walk out of the lecture hall,
Just then Irene walked out of the hall, his face lit up in a smile, but then he saw Ethan snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Jordan felt punched to the guts as he clenched his fist , till his knuckle whitened.
As if that was not enough, Irene turned around giving him a kiss on the chin, still lost when Morin called.
“Mr. Williams...” Irene turned swiftly, his face went cold as he glared at them. At that moment, it felt like the ground should just open up and swallow her whole.
Jordan got out of the car. As he walked towards her, ignoring the gasp from the students, he grabbed her by the wrist.
“We're going home. This minute,” he said with finality, pulling her away from Ethan's grip. But the unthinkable happened,
She zapped her hand away,
“No!” She snapped. “I'm not going home with you.” Jordan stood there in bewilderment.
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