Jordan’s POV
Work had been dragging all day.
The office was quiet except for the soft hum of the AC and the constant ticking of the clock. I was buried in numbers and emails that didn’t mean much to me anymore. My mind was everywhere but here, mostly on Elle.
I’d been watching her more lately.
The way she spoke, the way she looked at me sometimes. There was something about her that felt too familiar. Too much like Layla.
But that was impossible… right?
I rubbed my temples and leaned back in my chair. That’s when my phone buzzed.
Unknown Number.
I hesitated before picking up. “Hello?”
A low voice answered, rough and calm. “Jordan King.”
“Who’s this?”
“You already know. Ray.”
I froze. “What the hell do you want now?”
“I told you before,” he said slowly. “You deserved to know the
