ASTRID
“Astrid,” he says, more softly, he might have noticed the pain on my face.
“I care about you a lot.”
“Because I’m your goddaughter?” he doesn’t answer. After a few minutes of silence, he says,
“I didn’t come here to take advantage of you. I came here because I was worried about you. I know it must be hard on you.”
“If you care about me, then you will make me happy.” He shakes his head.
“f*****g you right now will be me being a selfish bastard. You are too vulnerable right now.” I nod, even though I don’t understand him.
“See yourself out and let the door hit you on your way out. I have a date with my vibrator, it can do what you’re too scared to do.” I barely make it to the living room when Jordan grips me forcefully, spinning me to face him.
He’s livid. Is he jealous of my
