Get Me Married

Chapter 62: Making new decisions

GENESIS

My eyes snapped back to Jordan, utterly shocked that he would say something like that. His knees were still on the floor, and this time, he had the boldness and guts to finally look at me in my face. And a serious look on his face that almost made me believe that he could do it. But my heart knew better than to not trust a word that comes out of his mouth. My shock was instantly replaced by amusement, dark amusement and a burst of laughter erupted from my throat. I laughed at his face and did that so loud, tears quickly, formed in my eyes. I wished he could do what he said, but I knew it was simply a wish, a dream, a tiny spark of hope in the deepest part of my heart and that was exactly what hurt more.

When I was done laughing, I wiped my tears and stared at him.

“You can do that and more,” I repeated his words.

“Tell me, can you do that and more?” I asked and he suddenly looked away from me, making my heart drop.

“Tell me, can you be a better husband? Can you send Samantha to prison for all the wrong she did to me? Will you send her away?” I yelled bitterly.

Jordan said nothing, neither did he give me an answer. He didn’t even look at me anymore and in as much as it hurt, it was the answer I needed.

“Exactly what I thought,” I told him.

“You can’t do something as easy as that? How can you fix all the wrong you have done?” I asked and turned away from him, giving him my back. I didn’t want him to see the pain in my eyes nor did I want to show him how disappointed I was.

“Genesis….we can talk about, just go home with me” was the only thing he was able to say. Those words got me angry all over again, and I turned back to him.

“That’s what you have been saying since you got here” I yelled.

“I might probably consider coming back if you can do what I asked, but you can’t…so please get away from me and stay away?”

JORDAN

She stormed off and this time I couldn’t hold her back nor could I say anything else other than what I have said. I stood up from where I had knelt and couldn’t help but blame myself for being so stupid. And she had refused to come back with me. Who in her right mind would want to come back to me after all I had done?

some piece of shit, you know” one of her friends came out from

of my house

asking lots of questions that I had refused to answer. With the help of my guards, I was able to bypass them and got into the car. I drove over to the company to see how things were going and decided to relax a bit. Going home was not an option for me as well, Samantha was not making it home anymore for me, in as much as I didn’t want to say it,

head didn’t let me go through them. I turned to the lite window that all highrise buildings had. It was transparent enough to see through. I stared into the busy city that had come to know me. Jordan Chase, the billionaire, son of the former head of state. It’s been so long since my father was head of state, but it seemed like the title would never go away from

his office” the familiar voice

you want?”

footsteps were loud and he was standing beside me soon enough and looking

to check on you,” he

with the kidnapping of your wife and the reporters all over you

fine,”

I do hope you have been working rather than watching the bloggers spread my

don’t even have the time to watch bloggers. The workers

left and with how beautiful I

at those words and wanted to smack him in

from me and raised his hands in the air in retreat. I glared at him

has been slacking since you have not been here. And that would finally give me a chance to see her, I don’t even know what she looks like” he continued, giving me no

turned away from the window and

“Where are you going to?” Nate yelled after

back

She was really angry and I was too sure that she wouldn’t just return with me. I remembered how I had gone speechless when she asked me if

been able to send Samantha to jail, I could opt to take her out of the house. I hated the idea and she would hate it, but I could do it.

loudly at that thought and a guard at the front seat

hand and

me, my father would not let that, and I didn’t want him being on my neck and the bloggers would simply use me and her as a topic for a very long time. My mother would also kill me for it and I must say, she deserved better as well. And something told me the Connors would not want that. They would rather want a divorce from me instead of their

her conditions and take the guilt I felt away