Aya was soaking in her bubbles. She had her knees bent with her face in the water, trying to think of today's event. She wanted to call Fay, but decided to listen to Jordan's advice. I wonder how you're feeling baby girl.
I'm sure that Fay is shocked while absorbing all this information, but… I am more concerned about my relationship with Red. There is so much that we don't know. She got out of the tub, rinsed herself, and got dressed.
She left the bathroom, and found him sitting on the sofa sipping a beer. He was deep in thought, not noticing her. I'm actually afraid of him. All this time he has been giving Lei intelligent. Is he someone else?
Aya couldn't help but frown when she recalled all their time with Lee. Hwoarang openly allowed us to trust Lee. Live with him. And poor Fay…. if we had known earlier, maybe Fay would never have gotten hurt like that.
I think I'll…. Aya walked to her room, and took out some clothes from her drawer. She packed some her necessities, put them in a large bag, then walked out.
"What's up?" he asked, noticing the bag.
"I'm going to go away for a couple of days." She answered, then hesitated. "There is a lot I need to think about."
He studied her quietly, and nodded. "You have the right to worry. Go ahead."
Aya's heart ached. You're so smart. You already realise that I am thinking everything over. "Thank you, Red." She walked to the door.
"Aya?"
Aya paused by the door. "Yes?"
He stood next to her. "This doesn't change the way I feel about any of you." He pulled her close and kissed her head. "You do what you need to do. I'll be waiting."
Aya smiled weakly, leaving him. She walked out of the building, trying to decide where to spend the next couple of days. Shall I go to Fay? She probably has a lot to think over as well. Jin? I'm not sure if he is in the mood for company after Dionne's death. Mika then? Or shall I just book a room somewhere?
Later
Mika stood by his door, beer in hand and a cigarette in another. He only had pants on as he leaned by the door, inhaling the smoke. "Aya with a bag at my home? Is it serious?"
Aya tried to ignored his sarcasm. "I needed to think and be away from Red."
"Will Red be okay that you are shacking with me?' He grinned, letting her in. He put the beer bottle on a table and led her to the living room. "Anyway, my home is your home. You can take the room over there." He pointed to a door at the right. "Can I offer you something to drink?" he asked, putting a sweater on.
Aya shook her head. "It will be fine." She answered his previous question.
Mika picked up his beer again, then walked to the sofa. He took a swig from the bottle, and lit another cigarette. "Any news from Fay?"
"Nothing from my end." I totally forgot to text her earlier. I said I won't bother her, but I should have at least texted.
"I called her earlier, but she didn't pick up." He tapped the cigarette on an ashtray. "That was messed up." he inhaled again, shaking the flakes into the ashtray.
"It was." Aya agreed, sitting opposite him. She observed him, and felt awkward. I don't really spend much time with Mika. He's always with Fay. "Are you worried?"
"About?"
"You're the closest one to her, so I'd assume you'd be more concerned about her." Aya remarked with a raised eyebrow. She bent her knees and hugged her legs. "How come you never went for her?" What made me ask that?
Mika kept on smoking, and shook his head with a small laugh. He put the cigarette off on the ashtray and rested on the sofa. "She's an absolute sweetheart and obviously gorgeous, but girls like Fay don't turn me on. I would have preferred sleeping with Dionne."
Aya rolled her eyes. "Men are weird."
"I would have slept with you too." He winked, making her blush.
Aya stood up. This conversation needs to end now. "I'm going to try and sleep. Thanks for having me."
"Anytime, Aya. Help yourself to anything you need. Fridge is stocked if you get hungry later." He said, lighting a third cigarette. He watched her as she walked to the room and close the door.
Aya leaned against the closed door, and put a hand on her chest. That was an odd conversation.
Jordan put the weights down, and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel. That was intense. I think I overdid it. He threw the towel across the bench while he walked out of his mini gym. He went to the kitchen, opened the fridge door, and took out a bottle of water. He picked up his phone from the counter, frowning when he saw zero messages. He had texted Fay hours ago and she had still not answered him.
Realizing that it was 10 PM, he dialled her number. I hope that she picks up.
"Hello?"
"Are you asleep?" Jordan asked. Shit! Did I wake her up? He heard rustling in the background.
"I did actually. That's going to totally mess up my night." Fay answered lazily while stifling a yawn. "I just wanted to switch off…" she mumbled, still rustling amongst the sheets.
Jordan took a swig of his water, then put it back in the fridge. "How do you feel?" he asked, heading to his room. He wanted to take a quick shower as he was covered in sweat.
"Yada yada…"
Jordan felt a smile creep its way to his lips. "Fay…"
"Can you come over?" she interrupted.
The request flummoxed him. "Is everything ok? Wasn't Aya supposed to stay with you?" They had all agreed to stay in pairs and even co sleep when needed. They tried to stay with each other as much as they could.
Fay laughed nervously, or embarrassingly. "I forgot to arrange it with her, and honestly… I'd rather see you now." I see a missed call from Mika, and a text message from Aya. I'm sure they're worried but I really have no energy to face them.
"I'm flattered, love." He joked.
"Will you come or not?" she asked abruptly.
She could tell that Jordan was smirking. "Send me your location. I'll take a quick shower first."
Fay hung up and felt herself getting nervous. She didn't know how she was feeling. Was it shock? Or numbness? Everything that Lei and Kazuya had told her was coming back to her. Wow. Father? Brother? I never thought of that before… she sat down, trying to put everything in place. And all this time Hwoarang was working with them? She felt a hollow pain at the bottom of her stomach. If Red knew, then why did you let me get involved so deeply?
She tidied up her room, but didn't bother changing. She was still in her pyjamas when the doorbell rang. She opened the door, finding him standing there.
"Reporting to duty." Jordan grinned, carrying a black Balenciaga sporty crossbody backpack. He was in black slacks and a wide t-shirt. He eyed her attire and glared a bit. "You shouldn't open the door like this."
"I knew it was you. Plus, I like to dress light when I sleep." Fay answered. She turned around and he admired her frilly shorts pyjamas with a crop lace top. It was purple and it curved her quite well, showing all her assets.
"Come here." He said playfully, removing his backpack and dropping it.
Fay put her arms around his neck. "Hi." I like the fact that he doesn't ask anything. He's just here. I want to feel and not think about anything.
"Hi." Leaning forward, he could take her scent in and couldn't help but smile. Slowly, he took a lock of her hair and inhaled. "So, what do you want from me?"
Fay chuckled, moving away from him, so that her hair fell out of his grasp. "Entertainment?" she hinted shyly, moving the tip of her fingers across his chest.
"and entertainment it is..." he leaned down to kiss her. He missed her. He hadn't been able to get time alone with her since they slept together. He had thought it was a one-time thing, but she kept racking his brains.
Fay didn't move as his lips descended on hers. As she had tasted before, he didn't disappoint her this time. His lips were firm and gentle against hers. She allowed the sweet sensation to engulf her for a few seconds until she sensed his prodding tongue asking for more.
She opened her mouth for him and he scored. Jordan did not hesitate in tasting her fully. He was working her properly almost knocking her out of her senses. What amazed her is how he could concentrate on kissing her so well and yet explore her body with his hands so profoundly. In a second, she moved her head away, gasping for air, but he smirked, bringing her back to his lips again. "Wait…" she muttered against his lips.
"No."
She inhaled deeply and pushed him away. "Wait!" she snapped, but he wasn't listening to her as he pulled her top above her head.
"Fine, you breathe," he muttered taking off his t-shirt, then brought her closer.
"Hmmm," she whispered, pulling his head in for a kiss. The sensation this time was much more exhilarating as their exposed skin were in contact now. The touch was a mingle of hot and cold which made them both shiver at the sensation.
Jordan then trailed his lips from her lips to her neck and nestled at her collarbone, making her quiver. She was enjoying the feeling to its max as he expertly worked his way. She put her arms around his neck and he lifted her, making her straddle him. "We are not doing this on the floor again, so lead the way."
Fay pointed to her bedroom as they continued kissing. She had her hands in his hair as he walked clumsily to her bedroom while trying to return her kisses. He reached the bed and placed her not too gently on it. "Oof!" Fay winced, looking up at him in annoyance. "That hurt."
He hovered over her, totally ignoring her and continued kissing her.
And it didn't end there.
Jin was at the gym again. He was facing a standing boxing punch bag. He had on his glove's, kickboxing it, and attacking it with heavy punches simultaneously. The bag had a strong suction base which made it tolerate his strong hits.
[POW]
[POW]
"Are you that pissed off?"
Jin stopped, seeing Hwoarang by the gym entrance. "I'm not enraged. I am trying to calculate a million things in my head." He picked up a water bottle, pouring its contents on his head. He crushed it, throwing it against the wall. "I'm also frustrated."
"Dionne?"
"No."
Hwoarang walked to him, and held the punching bag so Jin could start again. "She's a big girl. She can handle any shit that comes towards her." he said, referring to Fay.
Jin kept kicking it, making Hwoarang take a step back. "How did you do it, Red? All these years. What possessed you?"
Hwoarang let go of the bag suddenly, and Jin accidentally punched him in the chest. "Shit!" Hwoarang swore, holding onto his chest. "You fuck, be careful."
Jin smirked. "In a way, you deserved it."
Hwoarang winced at the pain in his chest. He sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall. "Truth be told, you're right. I deserved it. I think Aya is having doubts now. I'm sure Fay is asking herself why I let her get that involved with Lee."
"Why did you do it?" Jin repeated. He took off his gloves and dumped it on the bench.
"I did it for my mother."
Jin stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue. He took a seat on the floor opposite him, crossing his legs.
"Mom worked in Lee's company." He started. "She was the head of manufacturer. I had no idea what they were manufacturing but it was weaponry. She was so involved in the projects that my father did have an affair. He was tired of a woman that spent so much time with her work, and didn't bother with her husband."
Jin still remained silent.
"Who gives a shit if she was busy all the time. The woman made good money and she always had time for me. She'd come home from a long day at work looking like shit, but she'd still ask me to go for a walk with her. We would still eat together. She still made sure that my clothes were clean." He continued, glancing at Jin. He had no idea why he was telling Jin this, but it's been cooped in for so long that he wanted it off his chest.
"Did something happen?"
Hwoarang smiled bitterly. "Yeah. One of their projects went haywire. Mom lost it and I am guessing the bosses didn't like it so they put her on sabbatical. It was her life's work. Then she found out about dad, and I guess no matter how strong a person perceives themselves to be, she just couldn't handle it." and just like that, I found her hanging in the bathroom one day. He covered his eyes at the memory.
"Is that why you're working for Lee?"
"Lei found me in jail one day. He was scouting someone to help him with this project." Hwoarang explained. "My father's mistress had died as well. I was coincidentally thought of as a suspect, but dad had the powers to have me put behind bars."
"Lei made a deal with you?" Jin looked at him.
"Yep, he made a deal with me that somehow I attract Lee's attention and he gets to bail me out. Lee was also looking for someone to help him out in the market. That was the word on the streets. Lei bet his money on me and said it would work if I play it smartly, and as you can see the rest is history." Hwoarang stood back up. "We need to end this, Jin."
Jin nodded. He gave Hwoarang a fist bump. "Thank you for confiding in me."
Hwoarang just smiled. He's not bad after all.
2AM
[CRASH]
Mika jumped out of bed, running towards the sound. He rubbed his eyes when he found Aya on the floor trying to pick up the cereal she had spilled. "I'm so sorry." She apologised, picking the crumbs up. "It was too high and I fell."
"Did you try to climb the damn counter?!" he snapped. "Oy! Get off the floor. Are you kidding me, picking up cereal with your hands?" he pulled out a mini vacuum from the cabinet, and hand it to her. "Use this."
Aya vacuumed it, feeling embarrassed. She was only in a long-oversized t-shirt. "I am so sorry for waking you up. I was hungry."
Mika put his hands through his messy hair. "I have crackers and cheese with some olives. We can make a platter." He opened the fridge door.
"Do you have wine?"
Mika glanced at her. "I do have wine, but I'm not bringing it out. I don't trust myself to have wine around you."
Aya blushed, but decided not to make it awkward. "Since when are you such a flirt?"
"I'm always a flirt." He put the cheese and olives on a table. He turned towards the cabinet, taking the crackers out. "Something about a woman half naked in my kitchen helps as well." He grinned.
"I'm not half naked!'
"I can still see your 'Hello Kitty' underwear.' He muttered, pulling out plates.
"Mika!"
Mika stood close to her, looking at her seriously. "Aya, you're great. You're sexy. If I had no respect for you, I'd take you right here on my kitchen table. I love you. I love Red. I won't allow it to happen." He leaned forward, making Aya think that he was going to kiss her, but instead he pulled her shirt up as it had slid down her shoulder. "Cover up, it can get cold in here."
Aya almost feared this feeling. She took a small step back. 'Were you always this honest?'
"Yep. Now eat up." he said, pushing the plate towards her. "I'm going to go back to sleep."
Aya touched her forehead. She had no idea how she was feeling, but she knew that she couldn't continue staying here anymore. Maybe it was a mistake to come here?
7AM
Fay came out of her dressing room, dressed in an RTA Kyle Metallic silver pants that ended at her ankles. She was wearing it with a white madeleine cotton blouse which was a piece of white brand. White Manolo Blahnik heels completed her outfit.
She kept her hair straight as she applied some light make up. She looked towards her bed and found Jordan still asleep. He was lying on his back with his arm across his eyes. They had slept around 3AM, and he had still not gotten up.
When she had picked up her phone, she saw a message from Lei that he had sent around midnight. He asked how she was and if she could meet him in the afternoon. She had replied an ok back to him.
She sat at her dresser, looking for some jewellery to put on.
"Good morning."
Fay turned around. Jordan was eyeing her as he still slept on the bed. He was half asleep and underneath the sheets. "What time is it?" he yawned, covering his mouth.
"It's 7."
He moved the sheets off of him, and sat up on the bed. He rubbed his face wearily, and looked at her. "I normally sleep early and get up by 5. You're messing up my sleep."
Fay pushed her tongue out.
He got up, walking towards her. He was only in his pants. "Can I use your shower?"
"Sure." She said, showing him the bathroom. "You'll find extra towels in the cabinet. Feel free to use anything you want."
"Don't worry. I have my stuff." He said, scratching his chest. "I'll just get my backpack."
Fay pushed him towards the bathroom. "You go in, and I'll get it for you."
Jordan went to the bathroom while Fay went to get his bag. She walked back to the bathroom, and knocked on the door. "I'll keep it by the door."
He shouted an ok.
Fay went to the kitchen, looking through the cabinet. "What shall I make for breakfast?" she asked out loud, rummaging through the stuff. She decided to wait and see what he wanted to eat. Half an hour later, Jordan walked to the kitchen all fresh and crisp. He was dressed completely in black. He was in stretch black slim jeans and a black Fendi t-shirt with its logo on it. "What would you like to have for breakfast?"
He was drying his hair with a towel. "I'd prefer we eat out. Want to do something normal and get something to eat? That's if it's not weird for you."
Fay felt relieved. "Actually, its perfect. I'll just get my jacket." I didn't even know what to cook.
"Sure." He said, placing the towel on a chair. He pulled out a Gray light and casual overcoat from his bag and put it on.
Fay came out, wearing an off-white blazer on her white top. She also had Cartier jewellery on. A long chain necklace, with love bracelets and matching rings in alternate fingers.
"You always dress nice." He remarked, picking up his backpack. He opened the door for her. "Thanks for having me."
Fay gave him a tiny smile. She scratched his jaw lovingly with her nail, leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed her cheek, and they left together.
"You blew my cover? Wasn't it too soon to reveal my role?" Hwoarang asked Lei. He had gone to meet Lei first thing in the morning and found the older man in his office. "Don't you ever rest?"
Lei stood up from his desk. "Nope to both of your questions. I think it was the perfect time." He gave him a file. "Why do you seem preoccupied? Do you think that they will stop trusting you?"
"I…"
"That's the last thing you should worry about." Lei said, not letting him finish his sentence. "The girls are wiser than that, while the boys owe you a lot."
Hwoarang sat down, crossing his arms. "Now what?"
"Things are in motion now." Lei speculated, a questioned look on his face. "Lee's out while Miguel is feeling the pressure."
Hwoarang thought about it a bit. "I do feel that a third person is involved." I can't put my mind to it, but it's too complicated. No one can pull off something so complex without help. Not even Lee.
"Oh, that's a definite. Lee always has a backup. That's for sure." Lei said with a chuckle. "I have my hunches. Kazuya is helping out with this one."
"You want to spill?"
"Not yet. I don't want to cause unnecessary drama. Let's wait and make sure that our guesses are correct." Lei pointed to the file in Hwoarang hands. "Take it easy, Red. You have served us very well and you deserve to chill. Go take your girlfriend out."
Hwoarang put his hands in his pockets. "I'm not even sure if I have a girlfriend anymore."
Lei patted his shoulder. "Aya's great. She will never doubt you. Now get out of here."
He reluctantly stood up and left.
Poor kid. Lei thought with his hand on his jaw. I think we are almost there. Just a few more steps to get things straight out in the open.
Aya had woken up to a bizarre sound. It was around 8AM when she walked out of the room. She was dressed in khaki pants with a white tank top and military boots. She followed the sound and found Mika running on a treadmill in one of the rooms.
Mika was only in running shorts. He had a headband on his hair, and he was all sweaty from running.
"Do you never sleep? I can hear you running since 7." Aya shouted over the noise.
Mika raised five of his fingers, indicating that he needed five more minutes. He kept running, and then after a few minutes, switched the treadmill off. He waited for it to slow down until it went to a complete stop. He got off, trying to catch his breath. "Throw me that towel."
Aya picked up the towel from the hanger, flinging it at him.
He caught it and wiped the sweat off his face and chest. He was still trying to catch his breath. "I love working out. The rush is awesome."
"As far as I can tell you're always awake." Aya noticed. He's always up. Wasn't he jogging with Fay in the early morning's when they got beat up?
Mika drank from his water bottle, still breathing hard. "I can go for days without sleep." He put the bottle down. "What's the plan?"
"I was thinking of leaving. Thanks for letting me stay.' Aya said sincerely. As much as it seems like the perfect solution, but its best that I find somewhere else to sleep tonight.
Mika sensed her hesitation. "Did I scare you last night?"
"Sort of," she admitted. She kind of sensed why Fay was close to Mika. There was a trait of honesty in him. He would joke about it, but it was somehow brutal. "I'm going to go and check on my girl. I think she has ignored me long enough."
"You want to wait until I shower, and we do this together?"
"No, you've done enough. I'll stop by the office first before I see her." They walked out of the room together. "You make your own plans."
"Yeah, OK." He watched her leave the apartment.
Jin stood by his grandmother's establishment. He was feeling insecure standing by the main entrance. It was early morning. After his gym conversation with Hwoarang the previous night, he just went back to his apartment and passed out.
He woke up early morning, and decided to go straight to his grandmother. He kind of understood now why he would never be allowed to visit her when he was younger. I think father was worried about me as much as he was for Fay from Lee.
Sister? Wow? Who would have thought? He made his way in and the receptionist didn't even bother asking who he was. I guess they all know me by now. He felt crummy for not contacting any of the team members. I guess I'm pretty much traumatised too.
He spotted Kazumi Mishima in the main hall. She was sitting cross legged on the floor meditating. Jin treaded towards her. He sat on his knees, facing her.
"I feel you, Jin. There is a lot of despair coming from you."
This must be something to do with the flow of energy. Jin thought, closing his eyes.
"In order for you to let go of that anguish feeling, you must accept that this is the surge of life. There is happiness and sadness. They compliment each other. Know this though, one will not burden with his or her empathy for too long. You will never be happy all your life, yet you will not be sad for too long either." She explained. "Am I making sense?"
He opened one eye, "Umm… Sort of?"
Kazumi opened her eyes. "Stay there." She stood up, walked to a cabinet and pulled out some items. She went back to Jin, sitting on her knees this time. She picked up a bowl, put some powered ingredients in it, then started smashing and mixing it. She took a glass of water, poured it into the bowl, then held it in front of him. "Open your eyes."
Jin complied.
"Drink this."
He unwillingly took the bowl with both hands, staring at it.
Kazumi examined his features, then beamed. "Do you not trust me to drink it?"
He thought twice about what to answer her, but he decided to just come forth and say it. "You have a thing for erasing memories so that petrifies me."
Kazumi took the bowl from him and put it down. "So, your father told you." She stood up again, "Is that why you're here?"
He bobbed his head. Why am I here? What was I hoping to achieve to see her? Is it because… "I guess I wanted to see a friendly face." He confessed inaudibly. He felt a tear in his eyes. He touched his cheek in awe where the tear had rolled. It was then that he realised that he had not cried at all since they buried Dionne.
Kazumi's eyes softened. She walked to where he sat down, leaning towards him. She put her arms around him, and stroked his back. "I always told your father that the most appalling thing he did to me was taking you and Fay away from me."
For the first time in a very long time, Jin could not hold back the tears and cried his heart's out.
Jordan was seated at the table with Fay, sipping his black coffee. They had ordered breakfast, and were waiting for their plates to arrive. He glanced at Fay who was busy browsing her phone. They were at an outdoor café by the lake. The view was amazing with flamingos by the lake and a whole lot of greenery.
He had removed his jacket, keeping it on a nearby chair. The weather was amazing. This seems like a typical thing to do. Although, our lives are from the norm.
"Is that you, Jordan?"
Jordan looked behind him, seeing two women stand in front of him. They were both dressed sophisticatedly and were in brands from top to bottom. An older woman with an ankle length dress, and a coat. She had pearls on and was holding a large Hermes Birkin bag, while the other woman was a younger playful version. She was in classy shorts, with a boatneck top and clutching a small Hermes cross bag. Wild curly brown hair framed her hair.
Jordan stood up. "Good morning." He said, kissing the older woman's cheek.
The younger woman shook his hand, "where have you been?"
The older woman looked at him, then at Fay. She eyed her from top to bottom, then motioned for the waitress that she will be joining their table.
"This is my mother, Maria DeMarco and sister, Samantha DeMarco." Jordan introduced Fay. "And this is Fay."
Fay stood up and bowed to the both of them. "Hi." Wow… I didn't know that he had a sister. Sometimes I forget that he might have a family.
Maria took a seat next to him. "and how have you been?" she asked, removing her jacket.
"Good." He replied.
Maia raised an eyebrow. "Good as in?"
"Good." He repeated, looking at his phone.
Fay sipped her camomile tea quietly as she witnessed the exchange. It felt a bit awkward. She sensed that Jordan might not be on good terms with his mother. Both of them began ordering their breakfast when Samantha looked at Fay. "How do you know my brother?"
"We work together." Fay answered automatically. She glanced at Jordan who wasn't looking at any of them as his eyes were still on his phone. Jordan say something. I feel that I am being completely judged here.
Maria studied Fay. She was really looking at her attire, looks and accessory. There was a sense of haughtiness to her. She turned back to her youngest son. "Adam says that you attended the board meeting."
"Yep."
Maria was about to add something else when Fay's phone rang.
She noticed that it was Lei, and excused herself. She walked away from them. Thank you, Lei for saving me. Fay thought with relief, walking towards the lake.
"She's not the type of women you usually date." Maria remarked, looking at her son who was completely ignoring her. The place was crowded. Tables were full with waiters going back and forth between orders. Some people were walking by the lake. Maria noticed that a lot of ladies were eyeing Jordan indirectly. She wasn't blind to the fact that her son's looks attracted attention, and a lot of trouble.
"Mother." Samantha warned, giving her a look that told her to back off.
Jordan took out a cigarette pack from his pocket. He pulled one out with his mouth and lit it, "and what type may that be?" he asked, finally looking at his mother. He exhaled the smoke deeply.
"I thought you quit that disgusting habit." Maria gave him a disapproving stare. She took a sip of her coffee. "I don't know. She doesn't seem the easy type, or maybe you're just buying her stuff."
"Mom!" Samantha exclaimed. Mother can be so insulting at times!
Jordan sat back on the chair as he continued smoking. He thought about what she said, and laughed quietly. "I'm not dating her. Plus, she doesn't need me to buy her things."
Maria raised an eyebrow at him. "Yet, you're having breakfast at 8AM together."
Jordan gave her a knowing smirk.
Maria glistened her eyes, then dabbed her mouth with a napkin as she bit into her croissant. "You're awful."
Jordan shrugged.
"Is she well off too?" Samantha poured the juice into her glass. "Which family she's from?"
Jordan didn't answer her. "I trust that you'll behave when she comes back." He hated his mother, especially if she probed into his personal life like that.
Maria pursed her lips in annoyance. Jordan was her middle child, and he had caused nothing but trouble for them. No wonder Marcus asked Lei to watch over him when he was younger. "Oh, by the way, Victoria got married last weekend."
Fay came back, taking her seat.
"All ok?" Jordan asked her.
"Lei asked me to meet him earlier. So, I'll go see him after we are done." Fay explained, playing with her hair. This is sort of an uncomfortable situation.
"As I was saying…" Maria interrupted. "Victoria got married last weekend. It was a lovely ceremony."
"I know she got married. She informed me." He lit another cigarette, pissing his mother off.
Samantha seemed surprised. "I didn't know you were in touch with her."
"I'm not. She called to tell me that she was getting married. I told her that she didn't need to." He said as their food arrived. They ate and made light conversation while Maria tried to banter with her son who was not giving a shit.
When they finished eating, Maria stood up. "Excuse me while I go to the washroom. Jordan, come with me."
He looked up at her, wondering what the hell she was thinking, but Samantha kicked him under the table making him swear under his breath. He reluctantly got up and followed his mother.
Samantha had a mischievous look in her eyes. "As you can see, they don't get along at all." She told Fay.
Fay finished her breakfast and put her cutlery down. "It really is none of my business. He's very private about you guys. I'm not even curious." Everyone has skeletons in their closets. I really don't care.
"I like you.' Samantha put her chin on her hands. "It's really not about the money." Samantha acknowledged. "You can call me, Sam. I am getting married next week. Come to my wedding, ok?"
Fay waved her hands at Samantha in embarrassment. "We are not dating, Sam. Like I said Jordan is very particular so don't embarrass him."
"I'll tell him to bring you as his date." Samantha ignored her plea. "It will piss off mom even more." She laughed to herself.
Jordan, come back! Fay thought, crying internally.