Goodbye, Mr. Winters: An Age Gap Patient Therapist Interracial Novel (Love in Katantia Book 1) by Arabella Black

Author:Arabella Black [Black, Arabella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-11-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

IVY

His eyes consume my lips, and I don’t know why it makes me feel so insecure about myself. He’s been seeing me for years now. It’s not the first time that he has seen my lips.

I wanted the experiment, the random date. I’m horny and loose because of the cream that was applied to my skin. Yet, I can’t shake the uneasiness. Jordan hasn’t noticed because he’s contemplating what’s happening himself. He’s close to a panic attack, and the unprofessional side of me thinks I can cure him with my love.

My neediness doesn’t scare him away. Dangerously so, he takes ownership of me in public. His mouth claims mine, and it’s like there’s no music playing. My perception of the world starts and ends with Jordan at this moment. He tastes like mint and cherry, a mixture from the candy we’ve snuck into the club. His hand nestles on the back of my neck, and I press myself against him like he’s planning to leave me.

I don’t recall when this became my dream, but it happened sometime in the past five years of my new life in Katantia. I enjoy every second of our public kiss. We should know better than to make out in public like we’re teens, but we don’t. Spontaneously, I make it a part of our routine. Jordan does something unexpected.

A flicker of applause reaches my ears, and I chuckle. I feel Jordan cursing under his breath as he removes himself from me. There’s a glare in his eyes, but I decide that it’s playful.

“Mr. Winters, is she your object?”

“Who is this woman?”

“When’s the next wedding?”

“How’s the queen?”

I embrace Jordan, keeping him by my side. I can hear his wild heart spewing schemes of anger. Before he can say anything, I speak up. “We kindly ask for privacy. He’s not here as a public person. We’re new to this, and we would like to be treated like any other Katantian.”

“Oh, of course!” A man in black jeans steps forward. In addition to a perfectly trimmed beard, he’s got a ring on his finger, and he’s the age of Jordan. Unlike Jordan, he looks like it. “That was quite the show. That’s all we wanted to express.”

The man gestures at the small crowd that has assembled around us. I clutch unto Jordan. He might be fuming, but if something were to happen right now, he’d have my back. Once Jordan believes in you, he will do anything to protect you.

Do I deserve his protection? His affection?

I don’t think I do.

“Are you here alone?” the man asks. The upper buttons of his green shirt are unopened, and I can see a hint of his chest hair. If anything, I’m faintly disgusted. The only chest I want to see is Jordan’s.

“We’re new, like I said before,” I tell him. Jordan’s quiet. I like it when he lets me do the talking.

“Would you like to join us? We’ve got a private section by the bar. You can have your own table if you want.

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