Wrong (Breaking the Rules) (12 page)

“Jordan!” I moaned as I threw my head back and rode my orgasm out. The hot gush pouring into me let me know he had come as well. We were perfectly in sync. I collapsed onto his chest and let him hold me.

We must have fallen back asleep because I awoke, startled by the phone ringing. Even though he wasn’t hard anymore, he was still inside of me, and I smiled. The phone stopped ringing finally.

“Jordan, your phone was ringing. What time were you supposed to meet Trent?”

His eyes flew open in alarm. I unwillingly pushed off of him. He jumped from the bed and located his pants to retrieve his phone. I unabashedly gawked at his perfectly toned naked body. Redialing the number, he lay back down beside me. Unable to keep from touching him, I stroked my hand over his chest while he made his phone call.

“Trent! Are you at the office? Shit, man, I’m so sorry. Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be there. Run downstairs to the café and grab us a couple of coffees. I’ll see you soon.”

He hung up the phone and looked over at me.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m never going to leave and Trent will be upset with me. You’re giving me the ‘fuck me now’ face and I need to go.”

I have a ‘fuck me now’ face?
I must commit that one to memory and use it for the future.

“Sure, no problem, Jordan. I’ll just use the vibrator Andi bought me. It’s in the closet. I’m sure I can manage things on my own.”

He growled and pinned me under him, causing me to giggle. His gaze was smoldering as he devoured my body with his eyes. Pushing my knees apart so that I was spread before him, he positioned himself at my entrance. My hips bounced up, begging for him to enter me.

“I think we have time for another lesson. This is what we call ‘fucking,’ and I think you’re going to like it.”

Without any more warning, he slammed into me, and I wailed in pleasure—and maybe a little bit of pain from the soreness. He pumped hard and fast, my tits bouncing with the rhythm. Another tantalizing orgasm sliced through me moments later, and he throbbed out his own hot release.

“Fucking is my new favorite subject,” I breathily confirmed with a wink.

When I finally got off the elevator, Trent was sitting on the floor outside of the offices, sipping on one of the coffees.

“Trent, I am so sorry, man. I finally won her over and we had too much fun this morning.” I winked at him as I unlocked the doors. He stood up and handed me my coffee as we went inside.

“Don’t ever apologize for getting laid. I’d do the same to you given the chance and wouldn’t think twice about it. You two must be into some kinky shit because that’s one hell of a shiner you got on your eye.”

We chuckled and sat down at the table in my office. My sweet, feisty girl had given me a black eye last night when she punched me.

“Was she worth it? I’m thinking she was by the smile on your face. Plus, you smell like pussy. If you weren’t into her, you would have taken the time to shower.”

I laughed, nodding my head. “Oh my God, dude. She is the best I’ve ever had. And she’s insatiable. I barely made it out of the apartment with my dick intact. If finding this money wasn’t so important, I would still be there learning every inch of her body.”

“Then let’s do this. I’m not one to cock block,” he grinned.

I pulled out the folder with Jackson’s and my statements for the past year. Yesterday I’d printed them off but hadn’t had a chance to glance at them yet. Trent took Jackson’s stack and started reading through them while I took mine. About twenty minutes later, I came across something that looked weird.

“Trent! I think I found something. There’s a rather large deposit to my trust about six months ago. And look, every month after, hundreds of thousands of dollars were being deposited. Trent, there’s millions of dollars in here that I’m pretty sure don’t belong to me.”

He frowned and grabbed the stack from my hands. His eyes scanned over the deposits. “Let’s look up the items in the deposit online. It might give us more information to go on.”

I nodded to him and went over to my desk, powering up the computer. After an agonizingly long time, I finally logged on to my online banking and accessed the trust account. Trent stood over me, wanting answers just as much as I did. Once I opened up the items on the first deposit, my jaw dropped.
No fucking way.

“Holy shit! This is fucked up, dude.” Trent didn’t know the half of it.

I scanned through the deposits and sure enough, Nadia Fucking Compton had signed each and every check. She was Dad’s partner. Jackson was going to shit a brick when he found out.

“Thanks for your help, Trent. Now I need to figure out my next move. I’m considering hiring a fraud examiner.”

“Jordan, I know you want to do the right thing, but that could potentially open up a huge can of worms. Are you prepared to lose the company if it comes to that?” he asked pointedly.

I rubbed my stubbly face with my palms, which in fact did smell of sex. “Yeah, I am. I’ve got less than two weeks to figure this out before I owe the rest of the money. Do you have any contacts that you trust?”

“I’ll shoot you an email with the contact info. The best in the biz is AJ Cox. He’s like a freaking hound dog. You can trust him.”

I stood and gave him a hug, slapping him between the shoulders. “Thanks, buddy. I appreciate all you do. You’re a good friend.”

After Trent left, I called Jackson. He was going to be so pissed.

“Hey, Jordie, what’s up?” his unusually chipper voice belted out. Shit, I felt like an ass for having to ruin his weekend.

“Trent and I went on a search for the money that Dad hid away. He was funneling money away in about a six-month time frame into my trust account. But, Jackson, you are not going to fucking believe this! Nadia signed every fucking check that went into the account!” I was shouting because it infuriated me that the bitch had jacked with everyone’s lives and gotten away with it.

“Fucking bitch! What the fuck do we do about it? Are you going to give them the money since you found it? What’s our next play?” He was frantic with his questions.

“Jackie, I’m going to hire a fraud examiner. We need to get to the bottom of this. If Nadia is involved in illegal activities, then she needs to pay. She has left a path of destruction in each of our lives, and I’m tired of her getting away with it.”

“What happens if it’s bigger than you think? What happens to the company?”

“Man, you need to be prepared for the worst. We might lose everything. I’m sorry, but it has to be done. I didn’t work my ass off at Princeton to go down for illegal activities I didn’t even commit. Are you with me?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Okay, well, the next course of ac—” I was interrupted by Jackson shouting on the other side of the phone.

“What the fuck, Andi? I came in here to speak privately to Jordan. You’re being a fucking snoop!”

What the hell? Did he seriously just talk to her like that?

“Don’t be a dick,” I growled into the phone, hanging up on him. Jackson had better get his head out of his ass if he planned on keeping Andi. She was a catch, and his stupid ass could barely hold on to her.

After Jordan left, I stayed in bed, basking in our after-sex glow. I couldn’t believe that I’d waited so long for such a fabulous thing, but I was glad I had. Jordan was worth the wait.

My phone chimed from the bedside table.

Jordan:
Hey beautiful. I’m finishing up at the office and am going to swing by my apartment for a quick shower (since apparently I smell like sex according to Trent). I’ll pick you up at 5. I want to take you on a real date. When I get there, come to the car. If I come up there, I can assure you we’ll never leave. See you soon. ;)

I smiled at his text. This was what I’d missed out on for the past four plus years because of that asshole Cole. Normal people were attracted to each other, had sex, and went on dates. Normal people texted one another cute wink faces and their hearts beat wildly in their chests at the sight of those texts. Finally, Jordan was helping me be one of those normal people. Now, if my father could find a way to get Cole completely out of the picture, I would be able to move on and embrace my newfound freedom.