Arabella
The moment I enter my car, I break down crying as soon as the partition between Jordan and I is pulled up.
"Where to, Mrs. Mikhailov?" Jordan asks from the driver's seat, his voice reaching me through a speaker installed in one of the panels of the otherwise sound proof partition.
"Words and whiskers, please." I mumble, trying to make myself sound as normal as possible, even though I have a feeling that my chauffeur s***h bodyguard pretty much knows what state of mind I am currently in.
“Alright.” He replies and then, the car starts moving in the direction of my favourite place in this entire city.
I try not to think what Rhys must be doing with Amelia right now. God, I never thought I would be one of those jealous wives…I never thought I would need to be.
I bury my hea
