Jordan

Two weeks have passed, and I haven't seen Emily since I gave her the money. Every time I call, her phone goes straight to voicemail. Honestly, I’ve stopped worrying about her. For the past two weeks, my world has been centered around Mya, and every moment spent with her only strengthens my love for her. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever known real, compassionate, and unapologetically herself. She’s everything I didn’t know I needed, and I find myself waking up every day eager to see her again.

This morning, I wake up with the same thought in my mind: Mya. The sunlight trickles through the blinds, teasing me awake. I stretch out of bed, wash my face, and brush my teeth, preparing myself for the day ahead. Once done, I head to the closet and pull out my gym outfit: black compression leggings under gray athletic shorts, a fitted black tank that hugs my chest and shoulders, and my favorite pair of black running shoes. I glance in the mirror, adjusting the fit. The tank outlines the muscles I’ve worked tirelessly for, and the sleek, neutral colors give me a sharp, focused edge.

I grab my phone, put on my wireless headphones, and start my workout playlist on Spotify. The bass thumps in my ears as I step outside, the crisp morning air greeting me like a familiar friend. As I jog towards the gym, my thoughts inevitably drift to Mya. Her smile, her laughter, the way her eyes light up when she’s happy it’s all-consuming. She’s woven herself into the very fabric of my being, and I can’t imagine life without her.

Three hours pass at the gym, each set and every rep fueled by thoughts of her. After my workout, I jog back to my old apartment. The familiar space feels sterile compared to the warmth Mya brings to my life. I tidy up quickly, letting the monotony of cleaning clear my mind. Once the apartment is spotless, I step into the shower, letting the hot water relax my aching muscles. I take my time, scrubbing off the evidence of my workout, and when I step out, I feel refreshed. I apply lotion to my skin, the scent subtle but clean, and head to the closet for my next outfit.

Today, I opt for something casual but sharp: dark blue slim-fit jeans that sit perfectly on my hips, a plain white V-neck T-shirt that clings to my torso in all the right places, and a black leather jacket that adds a touch of edge to the look. I slide on my black Chelsea boots and check myself in the mirror. The outfit is simple, but it speaks volumes refined, confident, and effortless.

After a quick breakfast scrambled eggs, toast, and black coffee I wash the dishes, my mind wandering to Mya once again. I think about her qualities, the things that make her so different from Emily. Mya is honest, independent, nurturing, and full of life. She’s everything Emily pretends to be but can never truly embody. Mya is wife material in every sense of the word, and I’d do anything to make her mine forever.

Locking up the apartment, I hop into my black Mercedes-Benz. On the way to Mya’s office, I spot a small flower shop on the corner. I stop impulsively, stepping inside to pick out a bouquet of fresh, fragrant flowers bright pink peonies mixed with soft white roses. They remind me of her delicate yet vibrant, elegant yet bold. Mya appreciates the little things, and I know this will bring a smile to her face.

When I arrive at her office, I park beside her black Jeep. Walking into her workspace, I take a moment to observe the environment. Her employees are focused some are sketching designs on paper, others are sewing garments with precision, and a few are carefully arranging finished pieces on mannequins. The atmosphere is alive with creativity, and it’s a testament to the leader Mya is.

I knock on her office door, and the moment it opens, my heart skips a beat. There she is, my woman, radiating beauty and grace. Her pink dress hugs her curves perfectly, accentuating her hourglass figure without trying too hard. The color complements her caramel skin, and her hair cascades in loose curls over her shoulders, framing her face. She looks up at me with those bright eyes and that smile the smile that can melt the coldest heart. She wraps her arms around me in a warm embrace, and I hug her back, inhaling her familiar scent of vanilla and jasmine.

“Babe, I really missed you,” she whispers, her voice soft against my cheek. She places a gentle kiss there, and I can’t help but smile.

“I missed you too, baby,” I reply, kissing her forehead and handing her the bouquet. “These are for you.”

Her face lights up, and she takes the flowers, holding them close. “Thank you, Jordan.” Her smile is pure, genuine.

We sit down, and she tells me how much she missed me, how happy she is to see me. As she talks, I find myself mesmerized by her. Her hands move animatedly as she speaks, her passion pouring out in every word. When she shifts her focus back to her laptop, I lean back in my chair, quietly observing her. The way her brow furrows slightly in concentration, the way her fingers glide over the keyboard it’s a sight I never tire of. I sneak a few pictures of her, unable to resist capturing this moment.

She stands abruptly, grabbing a stack of files. “I’ll be right back,” she says, brushing her hand lightly against mine as she passes.

When she’s gone, my eyes wander to her desk. A small framed photo catches my attention. As I move closer, I realize it’s a selfie of us. She’s wearing my white T-shirt, her hair messy from lounging on the couch. I remember that day vividly it was the first time I told her how deeply I loved her. My chest tightens at the memory, and just as I’m lost in thought, she walks back in.

“When did you put this photo here?” I ask, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips.

She glances at the frame and smiles softly. “I got it the day you told me how much you love me.”

“I love you, Mya. More than words can express.” I walk towards her, placing my hands on her waist. She looks up at me, and for a moment, the world fades away. I kiss her, pouring every ounce of my emotion into it. She kisses me back, and for a while, we’re lost in each other.

“Wait,” she whispers, pulling back. She walks to the door and locks it before turning to face me with a mischievous grin.

As she walks to the door,turns the lock with a decisive click and slowly turns to face me. A mischievous grin curves her full lips,her eyes shimmering with a mix of playfulness and desire. My heart pounds against my chest as she strides towards me with deliberate slowness,her hips swaying in a way that makes it impossible for me to think about anything but her.

"Mya..." I start,but the word barely leaves my lips before she presses her finger against them, silencing me.

"Shh," she whispers,her voice husky, dripping with intent. She trails her fingers down my jawline, igniting every nerve in my body. "No interruptions. I've missed you,Jordan."

Her words send a shiver down my spine. She pulls me by the hand, guiding me towards her desk,her movements confident yet filled with a sensual grace that leaves me breathless. My eyes drink her in the way her pink dress clings to her curves, accentuating every dip and rise of her body. The neckline reveals just enough to drive me wild,while the hem teases her thighs in a way that demands my undivided attention. Her hair is swept back,though a few loose strands frame her face , making her look effortlessly stunning. Her beauiis both a comfort and a challenge, a reminder that she holds all the power in this moment.

As she leans back against the desk,she pulls me closer until our bodies are nearly touching. Her fingers tangle in the collar of my shirt, tugging me towards her. The scent of her perfume a blend of something sweet and floral wraps around me,intoxicating.

"I've been waiting for this moment all day," she murmurs, her lips brushing against my ear as she speaks. Her breath is warm, sending electricity cursing through me. My hands instinctively find her waist, holding her as if letting go is not an option.

"I missed you too,Mya" I say my voice deep,raw with emotion. I lean in to kiss her, and the moment our lips meet,it feels like the world fades away.Her lips are soft, moving against mine with a passion that matches my own. I feel her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me even closer, and it's as if every worry, every frustration,vanishes in her embrace.

She pulls back slightly,her gaze locking onto mine,her expression serious yet filled with love."Jordan" she whispers,her voice barely audible but laced with sincerity. "I love you...I just...I need you to know how much."

Her words hit me harder than I expect, stirring something deep within me. "I love you too,Mya. More than you could ever imagine."

Her grin returns,this time softer,more valnerable. "Prove it," she teases,though her voice carries a hint of challenge.

I smirk,stepping closer until there's no space left between us. "You already know I will," I murmur before capturing her lips in another kiss. This time, it's hungrier,deeper,as if I'm pouring every unspoken feeling into the connection.

The intensity builds as I build as I lift her onto the desk,her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist.Her hands roam through my hair, tugging gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. My hands explore her curves, reveling in the softness of her skin through the fabric of her dress.

"Mya..." I breath, my voice thick with desire. "You're everything to me."

"And you're mine," she replies,her voice trembling with emotion,her eyes shinning as she looks at me.

At that moment, nothing else matters. It's just us our love,our connection and the unspoken promise that no matter what comed our way, we will face it together. I hold her tightly, determined to prove with every touch, every kiss and every whispered word just how deeply I care for her.As I muff her I see that she's satisfied.I rub her clit very fast while muffing her.After she cums on my tongue I lick her cum.I sit on top of her chair,she climbs on top of and she puts my cock inside her and she rides me while kissing my neck.I am glad I got to see this playful Mya after she cums on me.She stands up and I stand up and I make her bend over the desk and I get inside her until she cums again after she came.I just realised that we didn't use protection and I am worried if Mya will get pregnant.

After we’d both pulled ourselves together and dressed again, I leaned back in her office chair, trying to let my mind settle while Mya perched on my lap. Her weight was a comfort, grounding me in the moment, yet my thoughts were restless. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, as her chest still rose and fell against mine, her breath soft but uneven.

“That was amazing, babe,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her lips brushing my neck as she rested her head on my shoulder. There was a sweetness to her tone, the kind that could make a man feel like he’d just conquered the world.

“Yeah, it was,” I replied, my voice low but not as steady as I wanted it to be. Something lingered in the back of my mind, dulling the high of the moment.

Her head lifted from my shoulder, and she cupped my face with her hands, searching my eyes. “Jordan, what’s wrong? Did I do something? Say something I shouldn’t have?” Her voice cracked slightly, and the concern etched on her face tightened something inside me.

I sighed, lowering my gaze before meeting hers again. I couldn’t hide it, not from her. “Mya,” I began, my tone serious but gentle, “we didn’t use protection… and it’s too soon for us to have a baby.”

Her expression shifted, a mixture of confusion and hurt flashing across her features. “What do you mean it’s too soon? Don’t you want to have children with me?” she asked, her voice trembling.

I took her hands in mine, holding them tightly, willing her to see the weight behind my words. “Look, Mya, I do. I want you to be the mother of my children. I see a future with you one where you’re my wife, where we have a family together. But not like this. Not while everything is so… complicated. I’m living with Emily, a woman who doesn’t even clean up after herself, and who I now see for who she truly is. She and I… we’re expecting a baby, and I can’t walk away from that responsibility, even if my heart is with you.

“And you and I, Mya… we’re in a secret relationship. Only Kate and James know. I don’t want us to live in secrecy. I want the world to know that you’re mine, that I love you more than anything. But right now, things aren’t where they need to be. I just… I don’t want to bring a child into this mess. Not until I can give you the life you deserve.”

Her eyes glistened, but she nodded slowly, biting her lip. “I get what you’re saying,” she whispered, her voice soft and understanding. “You’re right… I’m sorry for overreacting. I just ” she paused, exhaling deeply, “I guess I needed to hear that you see a future with me.”

I tilted her chin up, brushing a thumb across her cheek. “Mya, you’re my everything. Don’t ever doubt that.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a moment, hoping it conveyed what words couldn’t.

Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket, breaking the quiet between us. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen. A message from Tommy, one of my workers.

Afternoon Boss. Your fiancée is here at the restaurant… with another man. We know it’s not our place to meddle, but I thought you’d want to know.

My jaw tightened as I read the text. “Baby, I have to go,” I said abruptly, standing up and kissing her one last time. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

The hurt flashed briefly in her eyes, but she nodded. “Okay. Be safe.”

As I drove to the restaurant, my thoughts raced. I couldn’t shake the image of Emily sitting with another man. Why now? Why would she be so careless, knowing how much was at stake?

When I arrived, Tommy discreetly pointed me in their direction. I spotted Emily instantly, her laughter loud and carefree. And there he was Chris. They were holding hands, leaning in close, his lips brushing her ear as she giggled. My stomach churned. I pulled out my phone, recording a short video and snapping a few pictures.

Why would she do this? She forced me into this engagement, insisted we get married, and now this? My heart didn’t belong to her that much I knew. But her betrayal, her deceit, it still cut deep.

When I returned to Mya’s apartment, the warmth of her presence instantly soothed me. She ran to me, jumping into my arms, and for a moment, I forgot the chaos of the day. I kissed her cheek and held her tightly.

As we sat down, I showed her the evidence I’d gathered. Her arms wrapped around me as she whispered words of comfort. “It’s okay to not be okay, Jordan,” she said, her voice steady and calm. “I’m here for you. Always.”

Her words were a balm to my soul. I kissed her forehead, murmuring my thanks before heading to the shower. As the hot water cascaded over me, my mind replayed the intimacy we’d shared earlier the passion, the way her body molded to mine. It was unexpected but perfect, and I knew I’d do anything to keep her by my side.

Back in the kitchen, Mya had prepared a beautiful meal of grilled salmon, roasted asparagus, and creamy mashed potatoes. Over dinner, I brought up the earlier conversation. “Mya,” I began, my tone careful, “about what happened earlier… I don’t want you to worry. I just ”

She cut me off with a soft smile. “You don’t have to worry about it, Jordan. I’ve been on birth control since the last time we were together. I wanted to be prepared, just in case.”

Relief washed over me, and I reached across the table to take her hand. “Thank you for understanding,” I said earnestly. “And for being… you.”

After dinner, we cleaned up together, the sound of J. Cole’s music filling the air. We sang along, laughing at each other’s off-key moments, before settling in the living room with snacks,popcorn, chocolate-covered strawberries, and a bottle of sparkling water.

As the movie played, she set her phone to recognize my face and fingerprint, and I did the same with mine. It felt like a small but significant step, a quiet declaration of trust and unity.

By the time the credits rolled, she had fallen asleep on my chest, her soft breaths steady and calming. I kissed the top of her head, holding her close. She was my peace, my anchor in the storm.

I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but tonight, with Mya in my arms, I felt whole.

Mya

The first thing I notice when I open my eyes  is the soft weight of his arms around my waist. I can feel his steady breathing against the back of my neck, his warmth pressing into me like a comforting blanket. For a second,I forgot where I am.The last thing I remember is falling asleep on the couch, curled up beside Jordan. But now,the sun is already creeping through the blinds, casting a soft, golden light across the room. My mind is still foggy with sleep,but that comforting weight besides me reminds me I'm safe I can't help but smile as I turn my head slightly to catch a glimpse of him,his face relaxed, peaceful and utterly handsome.

His tousled hair falls over his forehead and I can't help but reach up to push it out of his eyes. My hand lingers there for a moment,just tracing the line of his jaw before I careful not wake him. I stretch,the ache in my muscles reminding me of yesterday's memories,and then I had to the bathroom.

The cool water splashes against my face, instantly refreshing,and I run my fingers through my hair as I look into the mirror. It's not the best sight sleep lines still on my face, faint hint of mascara smudged under my eyes buy I am in no rush. I brush my teeth, trying to wake myself fully, feeling the cool minit on my tongue. As I finish, I hear a soft chuckle from the doorway.

I glance up,meeting his eyes in the mirror. Jordan's there, already awake and leaning against the doorframe with a playful grin on his face. "he teases,his voice thick with sleep.

I roll my eyes but smile at him, knowing he's right. That mirror reflects the way his eyes gleam with that mischievous sparkle,his usual confidence radiating even in the morning. He steps closer, brushing past me to grab his toothbrush. I try to stifle a laugh as he makes silly face in the mirror, his eyes bulging and lips puckered. I mirror his expression and we both burst in laughing, toothpaste dribbling down our chins as we try to outdo each other with ridiculous faces.

After we finish brushing our teeth,still giggling like children,we change into our workout outfitz. Jordan pulling on a fitted black shirt and joggers and I slip into my favourite leggings and a loose tank top. We head out together, the air still crisp as we jog towards his gym. We don't speak much but it's comfortable just the sound of our footsteps against the pavement and the soft rustling of the morning breeze.

By the time we reach the gym, we've warmed up but the real fun begins when we step inside. Jordan's already challenging me to a race on the treadmill. He's grinning, all playful energy and I can't help to rise to the challenge. We run side by side and I am not sure who's winning but it doesn't matter. We're laughing, our breaths matching, teasing each other about who's going to collapse first.

A few weightlifting sets later, Jordan's teaching me a new routine and there's something about the way he shows me how to adjust my form that makes me feel like I am the only one in the room.His focus on me is so intense, but there's also that undercurrent of flirtation in his eyes,that heat makes everything feel electric. Every touch,every glance seems to send a jolt through me and it's hard to focus on anything else but him.

We take a short break, leaning against the wall and catching our breath,sweat glistening on our skins. "You look amazing when you're all sweaty," Jordan says,his voice low and husky,his eyes scanning my body , I laugh, my cheeks flushing a little. " You're just trying to distract me from my workout," I tease, but the truth is, I love the way he looks at me like I am the only one that matters.

After two solid hours of working out,we jog back to the apartment, jogging side by side. But now it's about the way we fit together our bodies,our rhythm,the laughter that bubbles up between us everytime one of us stumbles or teases the other. We both out of breath, but the moment we step into the apartment, we're lost in each other's clothes, pulling each other closer until we stumble into the bathroom.

The kiss is slow at first,but it depends,our bodies pressing together with urgency. I can feel his heart beating against mine as we undress each other, shedding the remnants of our workout clothes. My fingers trace the lines of his muscles and I feel familer rush of desire flood me as he pulls me into his arms his lips trailing down my neck, sending shivers through me.

We make our way to the shower,and the warm water cascades over us. There's a certain intimacy in our way we're so close,the way his hands roam gently across my skin as we wash away and sweat of the day. He's tender, but there's that fire, that spark, in that way he touches me like he can't get enough. I find myself leaning into him,lost in the feeling of his hands on my body,the quit moans that escape my lips. It's more than physical there's emotions in it, too,the kind that makes my heart race just as much as my body.

When we finally step out of the shower, I dry off and slip into the outfit I've choosen for today an oversized,cozy sweater that falls off  one shoulder,paired with soft, ripped jeans. The looks is casual but there's something about it it feels perfect, especially with the way Jordan's eyes linger on He's still looking at me like I am the only thing that matters,and I love it.

Jordan,still half-dressed, finally emerges from the bedroom in his own outfit a navy blue shirt that clings to his chest,his favourite pair of jeans and sneakers that make him look effortlessly put together. He looks good, so good it takes my breath away. I can't help but smile to myself as I watch him adjust his shirt,realizing how incredibly lucky I am.

As I head into the living room I pull my RnB playlist in Spotify,the mellow sounds of the music filling the room as I turn on the TV. I start preparing breakfast nothing too fancy just scrambled eggs with toast and fresh It's simple but it feels perfect, especially when I feel Jordan's arms slide around my waist from behind.

"Let me help you," he says, his voice thick with affection. Together we dish out the food, teasing each other over the mess we're making, making faces at each otheras we set the table.

Over breakfast,we chat about everything, about cartoons,mostly I can't help myself , I tell him about my love for Garfield.I loved that cat for years, and the way Jordan raises an eyebrow at my excitement makes me laugh.

"Garfield?" He asks,his tone a mix of disbelief and jealousy. "Really?"

I laugh, "What's wrong with Garfield? He's hilarious!"

Jordan pouts. "I can't compete with a cartoon cat," he says, making me giggle.

As we finish breakfast,he turns to me,his expression serious. "You need to take few days off,he says . "You deserve it."

I nod , knowing he's right. We bicker a little more about Garfield, but it's playful. We laugh as we clean up the dishes, moving syn with each other. There's something so natural about being with him something so easy and comfortable that makes me feel I have found home in him.

The afternoon flies by as we play love songs for each other,jump on couches and we played chess.We tease each other,fight over rules of the game, and talk about about our favourite movies, artists and songs. The time seems to stretch out in the kitchen, making pizza together,I'm already feeling like the luckiest woman.

Flour flies everywhere as we playfully toss it at each other, both of us laughing so hard we can barely stand. We finally sit down to eat the pizza and I can't help but to finish it all.Jordan raises an eyebrow as I take the last bite. "You really look so cute when you eat,"he teases, and I stick my tongue out at him.

As the hours pass,we loss track of time,the day slipping away in blur of laughter, affection and shared moments. But soon enough, it's time for him to leave, and the goodbye is bettersweet. He hugs me tightly and neither of us wants to let go.

When's he's gone, I call Kate.I am really grateful to have her in my life and she's like my sister from another mother.I needed someone to talk to.Shs invites me over and I am grateful for the distraction. We spend the day shopping together, picking out outfit, teasing each other like sisters and laughing all the time. We even grabbed McDonald's for Dinner,and I find myself spilling everything that's been happening with Jordan. Kate listens intently, offering her usual wisdom, but I can tell she's happy for me.

By the time I get back home, the night has fallen,and my phone buzzes. It's Jordan calling,asking me about how my day. We talk about everything,about how we both miss each other already. I tell him about my shopping trip with Kate, how much fun I had, and how I can’t wait to see him again. He listens carefully, his voice soft as he reassures me he can’t wait to see me too. We talk about the little things how much we love each other, how lucky we are to have found each other. There’s a warmth in his words, something that makes my heart swell every time I hear him say it.

Before we hang up, we both say "I love you" at the same time, and it’s the sweetest feeling in the world. We say goodnight, and I sit there for a moment, staring at the phone in my hand, feeling that familiar tug in my chest. I miss him already, but I know we’ll be together soon.

After we hang up, I look at the pictures I’ve saved on my phone pictures of Jordan and me together, of the laughter and the love we share. I smile to myself as I scroll through them, my heart full. I don’t even realize when I drift off, but the last thought in my mind is of him, of us, and how much I look forward to the next time we’re together.

And just like that, I fall asleep with a smile on my face, dreaming of all the moments still to come.

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