JORDYN'S POV
"Jordyn.. call me Jordyn when we're alone," I said, my voice low as I gazed into her eyes. The look that flashed across her face was a mix of surprise and discomfort. I could sense her hesitation, I knew she was going to decline, her lips were already parted to protest, so I added,
'Its an order," My tone was firm but gentle, a subtle reminder of my authority without being overbearing.
Her expression was a picture of discomfort, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pursed, as if she was struggling to come to terms with my request.
It was adorable and I found myself fighting back a chuckle. Her expressions were always funny and entertaining.
Just as I was enjoying the sight, she turned to look up at me, and I quickly wiped the smile off my face, attempting to fabricate a serious expression.
I breathe a silent sigh of relief, feeling grateful for the opportunity to walk with her, to simply exist in her presence.
The pleasure of strolling side by side with her was undeniable. The warm sun shone down on us and I felt my heart swell with contentment.
***
After she returned to her training, I headed upstairs in search of Josh. I had so much to share with him, but I knew he'd probably think I was crazy.
As I walked down the hallway, I sensed a presence behind
me. I knew who exactly it was, and I couldn't help but feel irritated.
"Jordyn!" She called out, her voice echoing down the corridor.
I turned around to face her, "yes, mother?" I answered, my face void of any emotion.
"Who was that?" She asked, her voice filled with curiosity and her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.
"Who are you talking about?" I asked her, playing dumb, trying to deflect her question with a nonchalant tone.
She rolled her eyes, her expression skeptical as she placed her hand on her waist. "You know who I'm talking about," she said, her voice firm.
"The girl you were walking with earlier, is she your new girlfriend?" She asked as her gaze pierced through me, I raised a brow at her, trying to intimidate her, my expression neutral and my eyes cold.
I knew my mother, if I showed any sign of emotion or gave any reaction that might confirm her question, she might go ahead to question Britney, or even hurt her as the case may be, and I couldn't let that happen.
I couldn't quite put my finger on the strange sensation I felt whenever Britney was near. But I knew one thing for sure, my mother would never approve.
"What about her?" I asked, attempting to sound unbothered and trying to push my mother's inquisition.
My mother scoffed, "Jordyn..my boy, don't try to deny, I can see it in your eyes.." She started to say, but I cut her off with the wave of my hand.
"Mother please," I interrupted. "You're overthinking things. My personal life is none of your concern." I gave her a pointed look.
"And what I do with anybody shouldn't concern you," My voice was firm, trying to establish boundaries.
My mother's expression turned stern, and her lips pursed in disapproval.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do," I said before dashing up the stairs.
When I entered my office, I found Josh already seated, his brows furrowed in concentration as he went through some papers. His expression eased the moment he saw me.
"What's up bro." He greeted with a casual tone.
I responded with a hesitant humn and made my way to my seat. "Any important news for today?" I asked Josh as soon as I sat down, expecting a brief update on our ongoing projects.
But instead of a straightforward answer, Josh's expression turned thoughtful, and he let out a sigh. "You hardly go, home these days," He said, with a tone coated with observation. "What's the matter?" He asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied me.
I felt a pang of surprise at his sudden change of topic, but his genuine interest in my well-being was evident.
I hesitated for a moment. "This is my home." I replied.
"No, it's not." He countered, his tone gentle but firm. "You need to loosen up a little bit. You always seem distracted these days, as if something is bothering you.
I felt a surge of irritation at his probing, "Why do you care?" I asked him in a low, savage voice.
Josh's response was immediate, his voice firm and supportive. "Because I'm your Beta," He said. "It's what we do, it's my duty to look out for you." His words were filled with a deep sense of loyalty and responsibility.
I stared at him, his words resonating deep within me. I wasn't surprised. Josh has been my only friend since childhood and my greatest supporter. No matter how rude I spoke to him, he never took offense, never got defensive or retaliated. Instead, he'd either smile warmly or laugh it off. He's the only person who understands and I understand him just as much.
Josh's face suddenly lit up in a mischievous grin as he left out a hearty chuckle, "I booked a section at the bar," He announced, his voice playful and persuasive. "Let's get you out of this office, it's depressing in here!" He exclaimed, his eyes scanning the room with a dramatic flair as if the office was haunted by ghosts.
I couldn't help but laugh at his antics and I knew I was in for it. Josh wouldn't take no for an answer, and I was already mentally preparing myself for a night out.
With a resigned smile, I nodded curtly, knowing that my resistance was futile, "Fine, let's go," I said, pushing back my chair and standing up.