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Jordan beamed at hearing those words. Was she sending him a signal through her publicity people? Letting him know that despite the missteps of the past few weeks, she forgave him. She loved him.
He clasped his hands together and sighed. “Oh, thank god. Chloe, I love you too.”
His heart leapt as a vision of loveliness filled the screen. Chloe. His woman. She was dressed in a long rich red gown, with a stunning train. The bodice was almost nonexistent. The silken fabric showed a great deal of her breasts, and barely covered her nipples.
Jordan licked his lips. Stixxluv must have employed a great deal of Hollywood tape in order to keep Chloe’s gown modest enough to pass the TV censors. Jordan might not particularly like her stylist, but the man knew how to dress the brightest musical star on the planet.
She looks so hot. I wish I was there with her.
His fingers itched to touch her naked skin, to shimmy that gown up her thighs and feast on her sex.
“Here is the man who is reported to have captured the queen of pop’s heart. Zapp!”
Jordan’s heart stopped beating in his chest.What The Fuck?
A tall, heavily tattooed male slipped his arm about Chloe’s waist. But instead of her giving him a dirty look or taking a step back, she leaned in. She offered him her cheek, giving him a saucy grin as he placed a soft, teasing kiss on the side of her face.
Jordan shot off the couch. He shook his fists at the TV and bellowed, “Who the fuck is Zapp? And what the fuck is he doing with his hands on my fucking woman!”
The walls of the luxury apartment were sound proofed, and even if they hadn’t been, Jordan wouldn’t have cared. He was all for marching down to the center of Times Square and screaming out his rage.
“Zapp—lead singer of the heavy metal band, Sibling Rivalry, who have recently signed with Chloe’s management—makes a wicked addition to her already star-spangled look. And you can see how the loved up couple have worked to coordinate their outfits. Zapp is wearing red leather boots, and a ruby earring. And that gown that Chloe is rocking, whoa! They are so unbelievably sizzling hot together. Someone get me a fan!”
The insanely irritating voice of the entertainment reporter kept droning on, but Jordan was no longer listening. His ears were full of the rush of his heated blood. Jealousy coursed through his veins, turning everything to fiery, volcanic lava. He stared at the television screen, his brain still struggling to register the truth of what his eyes were taking in.
She’d kicked him to the curb and moved on with another guy. He was in the past.
“No. No. That’s impossible. She wouldn’t do that to me. This is just punishment. Payback for me acting like a selfish prick.”
God, he hoped that’s what this was—Chloe seeking to cause him pain, for the hurt he had inflicted when he’d missed her album launch. And for every other time he’d let her down.
A commercial came on, and Chloe and her new man were gone. Jordan scrambled for his phone, punching the button to call. She wouldn’t answer, but he could leave a message. Heck, he’d leave a hundred if that’s what it took to get Chloe to call him back.
On the fourth ring, Marta picked up the call. “Hello.” Her voice was sickly sweet.
She wasn’t going to grace him with saying his name, even though it would be right in front of her as she hit receive.Petty bitch. If there was one member of Chloe’s crowd Jordan could own up to hating, it was Marta.
He sucked in a deep breath. “Hi, Marta. It’s Jordan. I was wondering what time Chloe will be finished with the awards. I would like to speak to her when she is available.”
I sound like I am trying to book an appointment with my doctor.
Silence sat on the other end of the line. He wasn’t the least surprised. He could just picture Marta quietly composing a cutting remark or two. She seemed to have a particular skill for them.
“Jordan. Oh, yes. Thank you for calling. I’m sorry but I don’t know when Chloe will be available—if ever—to speak to you. She has a new man in her life, and he is filling up her every waking moment. If you get my meaning.”
Smarmy bitch, yeah, I get your meaning.
Hot tears stung his eyes. He was paying the price of having played cool with Chloe’s heart. She had taken his insecurity, his lukewarm reluctance as an outright rejection. And now she was throwing it all back in his face.
He gripped the phone hard in his hand. “Could you please let her know that I called, and I will be waiting here for her to call me back.”
“She said you might call, and I was asked to give you this exact message. ‘I’m with Zapp now, don’t bother calling again’.”
The beep of the ended call echoed in Jordan’s ears.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
Jordan’s brain was about ready to explode. He sat through the rest of the awards show, crying and pleading at the TV whenever Chloe got up on stage to accept an award. She’d been nominated for five of them and had won three.
