It's been about a month since Jordan and I sat under the stars, and it has been a pretty busy month. Cleo is now seven months pregnant, and has been around Jordan's house a lot, much to his slight annoyance; she keeps flirting with him, trying to touch him, and he really isn't a fan of it, and neither am I. Jordan has been super busy with work, boxing matches, training and modelling shoots, as well as a couple of interviews, and even some auditions for a film; his agent has been clogging up his calendar. On weekend, I sometimes go to the different things with him, but during the week I have work, which for some reason has doubled in the amount of stuff I have to do recently, which is annoying.

Jordan's publicist has been busy now, and my name is barely in the tabloids, nor am I known as a 'homewrecker'. However, she has booked us into a photoshoot and interview all about the situation that is supposed to take place in a couple of days, which I am terrified about. I mean... modelling?! I have never modelled anything in my life. Of course, whenever I mention my anxiety about it to Jordan, he of course tells me how 'gorgeous' and 'stunning' I am, but still!

Jordan's parents keep trying to contact him and Grace too, and he has decided to hold them at arm's length for the time being, which is fair enough. Jordan has been trying, however, to get in contact with his half brother/cousin, Zeke, but his 'mum' has been blocking that off. I believe the last thing she said was "you can meet Zeke when I can meet your child", which did not go down well with Jordan at all, or Grace for that matter.

"What are you doing today babe?" Jordan asked, walking into the lounge of my apartment, where I was watching something on TV. I turned my head to look at him, and noticed the towel hanging low on his body, showing off his rippling muscles. He noticed me staring and gave me a cheeky smirk. "You're not very subtle," he chuckled.

"Can you model for me?" I asked. He laughed again, and struck a few poses; all very sexy.

"Stop objectifying my body now and answer me!"

"No plans," I answered.

"Good, get dressed, we are going for a walk," he smiled, turning round and going back into my room.

"Nice ass," I called after him. I just heard him laughing as he shut the door.

***

I was dressed in a cute summer dress, and my hair cascaded down my back, still drying after I had washed it earlier. I had on a light amount of makeup, and some trainers. Jordan's large hand held mine, every so often squeezing it as we ascended the hill. When we eventually reached the top, I had to stop for a second and take in what was in front of me. He had set up an entire picnic. There were two large blankets, side by side, and on top was a vast array of food, on different plates. There were cakes, cheese and pineapple sticks, sausages, little sandwiches, loads of fruit, breadsticks, and loads more. I didn't know how much he was expecting me to eat, this could feed a family of six! I guess, Jordan ate more than most, and I was starving.

"Jordan," I said, pulling his hand so that he would turn to face me. "You did all this?"

"Well, I got a little help," he smiled.

"I love you so much, thank you," I grinned at him.

"I love you too babe," he gave me a quick kiss, before pulling me over to the picnic.

After pouring some wine out for me, and holding a bunch of grapes above my face so I could eat them as though I was a Roman emperor, as I lay back on his lap, I decided that picnics and walks were my favourite kind of date. After feeding me a couple of grapes, he put them down and wrapped his arms around me, humming in contentment. The view was gorgeous too, green rolling hills, that went on and on and on, the patchwork nature of the different fields, the quaint little town in the valley, it was picturesque.

"I like this, a lot," I voiced my thoughts.

"I do too," he smiled down at me, leaning over to kiss me on the forehead. "I was just wondering-" he began, before he was cut off by his phone ringing. "Sorry, one second." He picked the phone up, having a short but brief conversation, of which I didn't hear much of because I only heard one side, and I was kind of tuned out whilst watching some birds fly through the sky. "Sorry babe, we need to head back, I'll explain in the car."

So, we packed all of the stuff quickly into different Tupperwares, and then into a large bag, and carried it down the hill to the car. We had a bit of a journey to go back, as we were quite out of the city, so we buckled up and turned on some music. A little way into the drive, Jordan turned the music down. "That was my PI, I hired one after that conversation before, to look into Cleo, and he said he has some developments he needs to show me ASAP," Jordan explained. That piqued my curiosity; I wondered exactly what was so important he needed to go back ASAP, but I guess all questions would be answered soon.

***

When we got back into the house, it was filled with people. By people, I meant all of the boys, plus their respective partners. On one of the sofas was Max (Maxine), who was still single, but sleeping around, then there was Smoli and Lily (Tabs' co-worker – they met at the baby shower), and Dylan, who had Dahlia sat on his lap – I guess I am now a professional matchmaker, and Ryan was sitting on the floor near them. Of course, Tabs and (big dick) Oli were there, cuddling up as she cradled her baby bump, and next to them was Kyle and Noah, both looking very lovey dovey. Grace, Jordan's sister, was sat on one of the armchairs, but she was joking around with everyone, including Tabs, so I guess whatever bad blood had been there before was now sorted, on the surface at least. Then, the star of the show, was another man, who looked to be in his middle ages, in a suit, holding a laptop, that seemed to be attached to a projector, who was chatting to another man I didn't recognise.

"Looks like a party to me," I said, announcing our arrival. They all turned and smiled at me, and Jordan did a couple of those 'bro' handshakes with the boys.

"Glad you could all make it," began the middle-aged man.

"Sorry I'm late," a middle-aged woman said, bustling through the door, "traffic!"

"Welcome Lorraine," Jordan said, shaking her hand. "This is my head publicist, oh and Geoffrey is my PI, and Peter is my lawyer," Jordan explained to me, and I nodded in understanding, before greeting them both.

"So, let's get started, firstly, Jordan, are you happy for everyone to be here?" Geoffrey asked. Jordan nodded his head, and the man continued. "So, I have been looking into Cleo Monteguini, who has claimed that the father of her unborn child is Jordan Shaw. I followed her around, and she mostly did mundane activities, shopping, meeting various men, going for hospital appointments. Then I did some digging, and discovered around the time that she slept with you, she had slept with multiple other men, two of which have claimed to be the father of the child, but she has denied both, both of which were very willing to talk to me. I recorded this conversation with one of them:

Geoffrey (PI) - 'So, you believe you are the father of Cleo Monteguini's unborn child?'

Unknown man (UM) – 'Yep'

PI – 'Yet she denies this?'

UM – 'Yep.'

PI – 'And do you have any reason to suspect that she has decided Jordan Shaw is the father instead of you?'

UM – 'Money, root of all evil that shit is.'

PI – 'She believes Jordan will give her money?'

At this point, Jordan was visibly tense, and angry, gripping the sofa with white knuckles, and I could hear it tearing slightly.

UM – 'Not just Jordan's money.'

PI – 'And where else would this money come from?'

UM – 'Mr and Mrs Shaw'

PI – 'Anne Shaw and Colin Shaw, the parents of Jordan Shaw?'

UM – 'Yep.'

PI – 'And how exactly would that money come about?'

UM – 'Well, I guess it technically is all from Jordan, but those two are after his money too, them the one's what told Cleo to say it's Jordan's baby, to get all the money, then, when the parents are back in Jordan's life, he'll give them more money, and they'll have money rolling out their ears.'

PI – 'Did she say this to you?'

UM – 'Those exact words, but her English be better than mine.'

PI – 'Did she explain why Jordan's parents needed the money in particular?'

UM – 'Drugs of course, apparently they fucking love their drugs, alcohol, all that. Money buys drugs.'

"But his word wasn't enough for me, so I continued to follow Cleo Monteguini, and eventually, she did meet up with Anne and Colin Shaw," Geoffrey said, clicking on the presentation, flicking through various photos of Cleo meeting Jordan's parents in a coffee shop, and having a nice long chat.

"That fucking bitch," Grace said, throwing a pillow at the screen.

"I want custody of Zeke, Anne's son that she had with my uncle, he cannot be in a safe environment if they are constantly on drugs, and I want a DNA test of that fucking baby," Jordan declared, standing up.

"We will have a meeting now, I've contacted the rest of the legal team, Lorraine is getting the rest of your Publicity and Management team. However, this cannot spread any further, not just yet, we have an advantage right now that they don't know we know, I would like to keep it. Geoffrey, I need you at the meeting too, and of course I need you Jordan," Peter, the lawyer, said. Jordan nodded, and they left.