-POV Derby
I lasted until 8:47 PM.
Then I took a cab to his penthouse.
I told myself it was the last time. One final night to get him out of my system. One final surrender before I walked away for good.
The private elevator opened directly into his living room.
Jordan was waiting.
No suit tonight. Just black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up, glass of whiskey in his hand. His eyes darkened the moment he saw me.
“You came,” he said, voice low and rough.
“I shouldn’t have.”
He set the glass down and crossed the room in three strides.
Before I could say another word, he had me against the wall, mouth crashing down on mine.
The kiss was hungry, almost angry — like he was punishing me for making him wait. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me hard against him so I co
