Jordan
I storm back to my table, barely holding myself together. My jaw is clenched so tight I can feel the tension shooting down my neck. “Nelson, let’s go.” I bark.
William looks up from the menu, surprised. “We’re leaving? We haven’t even ordered yet.”
“I said we’re leaving,” I snap at him.
He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, but he doesn’t push further. I can tell he’s confused. Hell, I’d be confused too if I were him.
I agreed to lunch, and now I’m rushing out like my life depends on it.
I sit quietly in the car, staring out the window, my thoughts a mess. The worst part is, I don’t want to admit why I’m so angry.
I refuse to believe it’s because of seeing Astrid with Knox, laughing, smiling, like she didn’t have a care in the world. Like she wasn’t just in my bed not too
