jordandesta

[jordandesta]

isabellcamari·:

“that crazy ass family doesn’t even cover the half of it.” isabella agreed giggling as she followed jordan to the couch, hunkering beside him as she inclined forward to pay attention to the needy pups at their feet. “oh yes, we missed you two too, i even have breakfast and lunch leftovers for you guys.” bella murmured planting a kiss on their heads before curling her legs beneath her and relaxing her head against jordan’s shoulder. as jordan’s voice echoed through the halls, both desta babies made their way into the living room and jasmine was first to drive into the presents sorting the gifts between her and legend. times like these, isabella wished there was some way for them to just pause life. the kids were so happy, she and jordan were at peace after what felt like months of being at war with each other, life was picture perfect at this moment. it was everything she’d ever wanted and more, and she never wanted it to end. “daddy, this is to you… from mommy.” jasmine said, tossing a perfectly wrapped box into his lap before heading off to open some of her pile. beaming a smile in his direction, knowing well what was inside that box. she’d spent forever searching for something to get the man who seemingly had everything until she stumbled across a cartier ring which she’d engraved with the words, “you’ve stolen my heart, you’re my forever.” it was her promise to him, that no matter how rocky things got, she was in, all in. “oh and there’s these too.” she said, reaching over to grab her purse before digging around to find the keys to a nipsey blue 2020 rimac c two she’d been hiding in the backyard and tossing them to the man beside her. “merry christmas, jordan. that car is your new infant.” she said, planting a kiss on his cheek. 

“yeah, next year we going to toronto, right little man?” he questioned at the sight of his two children running into the large open living space. his heart was so full in this moment, it was almost unexplainable. rolling his eyes at her comment, jordan shook his head with a soft smile. “you baby them.” he pointed out, the smile growing as his daughter tossed him the box. “don’t be throwing them around baby girl,” he said, “mommy likes to spend all of her money on these.” knowing he spent just as much if not more than she did, he began to tear at the paper around the box as bella started rummaging through her purse. “shut the fuck up...” he said under his breath as the keys landed in his lap. “no you didn’t.” he repeated, his jaw on the floor. “have i ever told you i love you?” he questioned as she kissed his cheek. “thank you, isa.” he said softly, breaking his grin to kiss her softly. jasmine and legend were completely in their own world, ripping apart packaging freely and giggling. as he opened the ring he couldn’t help but laugh, “oh, you locking me up, huh?” he questioned. pulling the ring from the box and examining it before placing it on his finger. “thank you,” he said, kissing her again. he turned his attention to the box in her lap. he had looked for the perfect gift for weeks, finally deciding on the custom elliante necklace. he was a regular customer for the jeweler and knew the piece would be perfect for the model who already had everything. “so we going for a ride?” he asked, tongue darting across his lower lip as his eyes lit up like the christmas tree with excitement.

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isabellcamari·:

for the first time in three years, bella, jordan, jasmine, and legend had spent christmas with the amari family at their cottage up in big bear. their voyage was packed with many firsts, legend’s first white christmas, jasmine’s first time sledding, the first time the entire amari clan bundled up and went caroling with all the babies – it was a much-needed break from their day to day lives back in hidden hills. though as soon as the sights grew similar, isabella felt a sense of relief wash over her. as much as she loved their small vacation, she missed the warmth and comfort of their home. rubbing her eyes as the family pulled into the garage, the sleepy blue eyed mother streched her arms and promptly went to unbuckle legend, “come on, handsome… we’re home!” she cheered, accommodating him on her hip before making her way to the trunk and clutching a few unwrapped presents. “puppies!” legend screeched, pointing to the door as he ventured to wiggle from his mother’s grip. snickering isabella set him down, “go get juju and caesar! carefully, please!” she beckoned after the sleepy toddler darting for the door before returning her attention to the carload before her and piling as many bags as she could manage to gather in her arm span. cautiously, the brunette made her way inside, her ocean like eyes glowing at the scene before her. damn, it felt good to be home. with haste she walked over to the christmas tree and plopped the gifts down, arranging them before taking a step back to admire the view. “okay guys, jasmine, legend go wash your wants, jas – help legend please, then we’ll get in jammies and then we’ll do christmas desta style. hurry hurry!” she said clapping her hands then moving to help guide the two little humans towards the stairs and planting a kiss on their heads as the started up the stairs. “never again.” she huffed, turning on her heel to face jordan before resting her head against the warmth of his chest.

“oh, word?” he said with a laugh, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend tightly. “you’re lucky i love you so much, that crazy-ass family...” he joked, pressing his lips to her forehead. despite all of the dramatics of the last few weeks, they managed to put on a hell of a christmas for their family. that was all that really mattered at the end of the day, something that had been hard for jordan to swallow. not that that was a rarity, he had the most trouble understanding his life in the most basic of senses. he couldn’t come to an acceptance that he had earned this, that it wasn’t some dumb stroke of luck. moving to plop down on the plush sofa, he patted to spot next to him for bella to join. the dogs had lost attention in whatever else was going on and curled themselves at his feet, their natural habitat. he reached down to give them both a few pats before relaxing in the seat. “jasmine, baby girl, you’re santa this year. i want to see your reading.” he called out as he heard the sound of their feet pitter-patter down the hardwood stairs. “so,” he said, looking at the model, “what’d you get me?” jordan was grinning, excitement in his eyes. he had actually done a pretty good job this year and the anticipation was building slightly. he was blessed that he was able to spoil his family, it was all he ever wanted. 

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jordan pulled into the driveway of the desta’s large family home. the back of the cadillac suv was filled to the brim with presents and the toddlers in the back seat were about at their wits end. the drive down from big bear was never easy and jordan couldn’t be more thankful when he finally put the vehicle in park. “alright baby,” he said with an exhale, looking at his girlfriend with exhaustion in his eyes. “we made it.” with a head nod, the older male got out of the front seat and went to unbuckle his daughter from the contraption strapping her to the leather seat. “go inside, daddy’s gonna get the toys.” he told her, kissing her head as he lifted her out of the car. he made his way to the hatch and began unloading as many bags as he could before heading inside and dropping them at the tree they had put up weeks ago. and now we have to take that down, he thought to himself as bella and legend entered the space. 

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itsxschas·:

“So I take it you did not have a good time at the ball?Oh it couldn’t have been that bad could it ? A drink? fuck yes, please I need one right away after all the traveling and shit “

“ah, nah. to say the least. alright, bet, let me take you somewhere. it’s pretty quiet they don’t usually get problems with paparazzi. and then i’ll entertain you with my shit-faced night at a charity ball.”

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chancejamcs·:

nodding he took another decent size bite of his food before looking over at julius and ceaser sitting alongside him – sighing he shredded the food in half and gave one piece to each dog. “do you really think after last night she’d play that same hand twice?” chance suggested, as he washed the burger down with his coffee. i mean no matter what, she’s finna ride for you – she’s popped out two mini yous, jor.” he admitted, trying his best to overstep. “i feel you, i feel you, but i don’t see you two tossing this shit out the window man, you two built a life together. you guys got the house, the kids, the cars, you got your shit together.” once he’d drained his cup of the coffee he tossed it into the trash, “damn straight, hitta. i just wanted to make sure you were coo, i couldn’t leave my mans in the dirt – but i’m glad you’re straight, g.”

“man, you gonna make them fat.” he said, shaking his head at his dogs who were perched at chance’s feet with wide eyes. “they’d make you think they ain’t been fed in weeks.” shrugging, jordan took another bite of his burger. he let his friend speak without interruption. pausing to swallow before replying, “i don’t know man. like you speak that shit and it makes sense on paper, but in reality, it ain’t all that. life’s fucked up. i did things i promised myself up and down i’d never do. can’t even tell you why. it’s this lifestyle. we’ll see.” laughing easily, jordan cracked a small smile, “i’m aight. thanks for checking in, man. you tryna smoke then?”

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isabellcamari·:

“i have waited… lifetimes… jordan, to find you.” she breathed, taking another long drag from the rolled paper in her fingers before passing it back to him. every fiber of her acknowledging that he was right, they were reckless when it came to each other. bella wasn’t a jealous person until she’d met jordan and from the first time she laid eyes on him, she knew that she needed him. needed him in every sense one person could need someone else. “fuck dean, do you hear me? fuck him. he can be a straight fucking, ill-bred, punk bitch. he’s disrespectful, but that’s my sisters soon to be husband.” she answered, crawling over to him instinctively sliding her figure around his frame so that she sat facing him, her legs straddling his waist. “i didn’t make a love triangle because i love you…” she admitted, her hands cupping his cheeks so he had to look at her. “rome and i – we’re dark and twisty, we’ve been through so much together. we grew up together, but the love i have for her isn’t this type of love. she’s my person – she’s my family, but you’re my everything. there has never been anyone who’s made me feel the way you’ve made me feel. there’s no one who knows me the way you know me.” as she spoke her fingers worked their way up into his hair, locking in place as she pressed her forehead against his. “don’t push me away, tonight was fucked up – and i know that, but i’m here and i’m yours. neither of us shares well with others, but you don’t have to share me with anyone, i’m in love with you. i mean i could be sitting here ready to go to war because i saw you drinking with cleo, who i mean i adore, but she’ll literally fuck anything that moves. i’m working on my shit, but be here with me stop trying to throw this away because shit got bad. there’s nothing to be jealous of.”

he accepted the lit substance and her words as she set her cards down in front of him. jordan was trying his best to believe her, it was just so hard. he had become so used to ruining everything before it got the chance to destroy him that this feeling of complete vulnerability brought out the worst in him. of course, it didn’t help he was crossed out of his mind on more than what they were sharing at this moment. it was nights like this he wondered how he was still alive, how he was in this moment with this beautiful girl, fighting over his brawls. he hated it. but he loved it too. “that’s not your fucking sister, isabella.” he said quietly, though the anger was easily detectible.  “that’s not brenna, you fucked her. you dated her. shut the fuck up with that bullshit. i’m fucking over it. it’s too much.” his voice was hushed as her leg swung over the top of his lap and she straddled him. fuck. trying to keep his thoughts straight as he felt the pressure of her body pressed against his, his head only got more clouded as she forced him to look at her, her touch electric against his rough skin. “then prove it.” he said simply, his voice soft in the empty house. “if i’m all that to you, fuck your ex. pick me.” his dark eyes narrowed as she brought up cleo, “almost sounds like you’re trying to pick some shit.” he said with a careful laugh, “you can’t smooth talk me out of this, isa. i’m serious. no amount of reassurance is going to make me okay with a life that involves you and your exs and flings.”

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@jordyngeller: i woke up with justin timberlake's part of holy grail stuck in my head???? like why???

@destajordan: good taste though. his lyrics went crazy on that track

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isabellcamari·:

there had been times in their relationship that isabella truly felt that the sun rose and set with them. then there were days she questioned what the fuck she was doing to herself, tonight being one of them. there was no doubt in her mind that jordan loved her, they could go the rest of their lives without verbalizing that fact and she’d know it because she’d go to her grave madly in love with the man in front of her. but his words cut deep, she continued replaying them in her mind, over and over, he genuinely thought she’d just spread her legs for anything that stepped in her direction. she wanted to tell him that next time he should just slap her in the face because at least that pain would fade over time. bella had been with her fair share of people, but that was before jordan. his voice dissolved the ice storm whirling inside of her, her red-tinted blue eyes flashed from the jar she was struggling to open which she chucked to the end of the bed. without any hesitation she reached for the joint in his fingers, bringing it to her lips as she laid back into the pillows, letting the smoke settle in her lungs before exhaling slowly. “i don’t know what else you want me to say. i love you – you know i love you. i’m sorry if you felt like i was stepping on your balls – because i wasn’t trying to offend you. but you were ready to walk away from me tonight – i thought we were past that? i thought it was you and me, i really believed we were in this all the way.”

he watched her internal debate, the way her eyes shifted slightly as she contemplated her next move. when she tossed the jar and reached for the paper he let her take it, raising an eyebrow slightly as he grabbed the artisanal snack and with a little elbow grease popped the lid off. “i love you too.” he said quietly, setting the jar in front of her and undoing his belt. “but you can’t pull this shit on me again. i’m too old to be getting in fights and being disrespected at a charity event. how old are we? i thought it was me and you too but it never gets easier seeing you with her. or him for fucks sake. especially when he wants to run his mouth like that. and i know you think she’s some soulmate or something but i’m sorry, i can’t be apart of this fucking love triangle you’ve created and just expected me to be okay with. she’s your ex, i’m not going to be disrespected.” his words were slurred slightly, not quite making sense but also kind of if you think about it. his head was cloudy from the extracurriculars and he didn’t expect it to clear up anytime soon so he took another swig from the bottle. his dark eyes landed on her, “do you get me? you wouldn’t do this if it was the other way around. i know you wouldn’t. you lose your mind if a bitch looks at some type of way. put yourself in my fucking shoes.”

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chancejamcs·:

“i think it was from a good place, at least she didn’t jump on your back – or worse, she could’ve punched him for you. she looks like she gots the hands – probably would’ve laid ol’ boy flat out.” he laughed, tossing a jab into the air for theatrical effect. chance took a drink from his own coffee before sliding a burger to jordan beside him, “that’s how it goes my man, they right, we wrong. but him socking you in the jaw was fucked up, so i would’ve wanted to beat his lil’ ass too. yo – bella’s a lotta shit, but she’s a bitch when it comes to you, g. bet money right now that if i was out here starting some shit with you she’d be up in my shit too. i mean, i feel you bro, i do. but i’ve been there way too many times with teddy. lemme tell you, before we broke up and i got with dream we went at it constantly over the same shit – everybody thinks those girls are all bark and no bite – they don’t even know the half. california ain’t that big, i mean it’s big – but everyone’s fucked someone who kicks it with someone. both my babymamas stay ten miinutes from each other. you ready to give all this up for that? cause i tried – really, i did and i ended up looking like a straight asshole and i just got back with teddy last night while you. just know, i gotchu – and know that i honestly can’t sit here and think of you without your girl. even if she scares the fuck outta me – those eyes cut deep into ya soul.” he continued unwrapping his burger and taking a bite. “i gotta wait for amira to get outta school and pick her up – that’s my whole fuckin’ day which is why i’m here.”

“i know that’s what i’m saying...what’s to stop her from pulling that shit on me again. i don’t fuck with it. at all. i’m all for her sticking up for herself but i don’t need another rider. i’m good on that.” he replied, his attitude softening slightly at his joke. “yeah, i don’t fuckin know man. i guess it’s good she stepped up i could’ve killed him in that moment. hey, maybe i still will.” jordan shook his head, “nah, man. bella’s different. i think it’s cause she was always so loyal. even when we broke up she was on my team. and then that last time it was so real, i thought she was going to move on for real and never look back. i don’t know, bro, she’s crazy she could probably do it again. fuck i could probably do it again. i just don’t want to, you feel me?” he questioned, grabbing the bag in pursuit of fries. “damn, money moves only. you got a long day ahead of you.”

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isabellcamari·:

{ @jordandesta· }

bella refused to say anything the remainder of the ride home. if she did, she knew it was going to be something she couldn’t take back, so alternatively, she kept her lips pressed into a thin line as they made their back through hidden hills until they arrived at their residence. the second the car had come to a standstill in their garage the youngest amari sister staggered out from the car, essentially slamming the door shut behind her as she b-lined it for the door. immediately unlocking the wooden doorway, the dark-haired beauty made her way inside and slipped her jacket off, letting it fall to the floor behind her as she moved her hands to her dark brown locks pulling the pins out and letting her hair pool around the middle of her back. once she’d made it to the kitchen bella opened the cupboard and clutched crackers and her jar of cookie butter, which was like peanut butter but only better – her go-to stress eating food. the quietness in the dimly lit home was deafening but after what happened, isabella wasn’t sure what to say anymore. food in hand she crept up the stairs and made her way to the master bedroom where she tossed her snacks down on the freshly made bed and proceeded to strip down to her underwear before grabbing one of the t-shirts jordan had tossed over the bedpost and tugging it over her head as she crawled into the welcoming warmth of her own bed.

jordan was as surprised as anybody when the pair made it home safe and sound. he absolutely shouldn’t have been driving, especially with isabella in the passenger seat. but he was fucked up and angry, a lethal combination. they didn’t say a word after he started the engine, the silence filled when jordan finally turned his music on. it blared through the speakers, as they winded towards their home and it took only a second for isabella to run inside. the older male pushed himself out of the vehicle and followed her into the house, stopping at the bar to grab a bottle and make his way upstairs. seeing isa in his t shirt snuggled under the bed he exhaled. jordan took a long swig directly from the bottle before tightening the cap and setting it on the bed. he walked to open the large window and then pulled his stash from the dresser. he set to work rolling in silence, not taking him long at all. the silence hung heavy in the air as he sparked the paper, inhaling deeply before turning his attention to his girlfriend. “we gonna talk about it or...” he questioned, eyes hazily focusing on her figure. his head was all over the place.

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itsxschas·:

{𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝 —> 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 }

“I didn’t get a chance to go to the ball last night, it looked like so much fun and everyone looked so fucking good, but sadly I was stuck on a fourteen -hour layover in fort worth, and let me tell you plane rides alone with a one year old are  hard, but being trapped in the airport with nothing to do with a one year old was terrible.Now I need a drink and a fat ass nap, but i feel like Ryder has something else on his agenda of what we’re gonna do.”

“honestly, i’m jealous. i would’ve rather been laid up at the airport or literally anywhere else in the world then attend another fucking event. i’m over it. i can get you with a drink, if you’re down.”

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chancejamcs·:

“aye, big balla, not a scratch on you.” chance responded, taking a seat on the stool nearby jordan. he’d been in the same circumstance more than once, jesus knows how many times he’d gotten into with some punk teddy had been chillin’ with who appeared to get a little too close for his comfort zone. aside from always seeming to be half-naked in front of cameras, one of the cons that came with dating a model was the scrubs that they’d considered to be ‘friends’. “i figured she wasn’t fuckin’ witchu right now. i thought she was gonna slam the door in my face – then the kids popped out so she let me in. it’ll blow over, but i figured you needed a lil’ somethin to get you back on your feet.” he wasn’t gonna pry and ask any questions, but he was there just in case his homeboy needed to talk. “you got plans today or you just kickin’ it at the house?”

“yeah cause lil rocky out there thinks she can fight all my fucking battles for me, man. i can’t tell you how fucking mad i was. i can’t stand that lil bitch anyways and he wants to start something with me? fuck outta here.” he exhaled, feeling comfortable enough with chance to explain some of the shit he was going through. “ha, i’m not surprised. she thinks i’m wrong, she’s right. what’s new. i just don’t need a bitch out here threatening to beat up a lil model for me. and i don’t need to be reminded and that every dude and female have fucked my girlfriend. like aight. i’ll just throw myself off the edge then.” jordan picked up the burger and tore in, shaking his head. “nah, i might go to the studio. might not. how ‘bout you?”

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chancejamcs·:

{ @jordandesta· }

walking up the pathway to the amari-desta residence chance carried two coffees from central perk and two burgers he’d picked up after dropping his oldest daughter off at school. of course, he’d witnessed first hand the scuffle between his friend, one of the king twins, and their significant others. it was absolute and utter chaos. but knowing jordan, he figured he could use someone to vent to – or someone to talk to about literally anything else. chance was just about to knock on the door when isabella appeared, her features duller then her usual bright and sparkling self, “oh hey bells, i was just here to s –” he was cut off by the model turning her head as the kids staggered out with tiny backpacks on, “JORDAN, chance is here for you!” she shouted, moving out of the way and ushering for the older male to come in. “you want a coffee or somethin’ ma?” he asked, offering a small smile and giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, but not to his surprise, she declined and followed the two kids towards the car parked in the drive way, “thank you though, it’s sweet of you to offer. he probably needs it more than i do. go in, make yourself at home. he’s upstairs.” bella replied as she adjusted jasmine and legend in their seats. “alright thank you, you three be safe.” chance called after her before letting himself in and closing the door behind in, “desta, get yo’ punk ass up!” he called out, setting the food and coffee on the table in the kitchen while he waited for jordan to appear. 

jordan had just slipped a hoodie on when he heard the door open, isabella taking the kids out for their day. they had a rough night and he wasn’t sure where they stood at the moment but he sure as hell wasn’t ready to bring it up first thing in the morning. the voice that called out to him caught him off guard, a look of confusion on his face he stumbled into the bathroom and brushed his teeth before tromping downstairs towards the kitchen. “aye, what’s up?” he greeted the friend, casual despite the circumstances. just another day in the life. his eyes landed on the burgers and coffee and without even asking he plopped himself down on the barstool of the kitchen island and took a long sip of the coffee. “aw, you really came through for me, huh? what a good pal. i know isa isn’t about to whip me some eggs, i’m probably out in the dog house for the foreseeable future.” 

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THE LEAST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR

summary: a fight breaks out at the christmas charity ball

tw: physical altercation, drinking, mentions of drug use

characters: isabella amari @isabellcamari , rome grey @itsxroxgrey , dean king @deankiingg , and jordan desta @jordandesta

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isabellcamari·:

“no stay smiling – i missed that smile.” bella responded promptly, resting her forehead against his. she wasn’t lying, seeing jordan’s smile made her heartbeat pick up in pace. he could smile and turn her whole day around, even though she saw more if it then others did – times, when he was genuinely pleased and flashing his million-dollar smile, was something she was more than delighted to share with the world. “no one else in here could hold a candle to you – if it wasn’t so fucking noisy i probably wouldn’t even notice that there were other people here. it’s you and me tonight.” she confessed, permitting her fingers fall from his hair to fix the back of his shirt mindlessly. “really?” she squealed, locking her lips on his again as the swayed with whatever christmas song was playing in the background, “i swear to you, her whole collection is gonna blow your mind – i mean as much as wedding dresses could blow a dude’s mind. and i think you being there would mean a lot to her – i know she’s in her head a lot right now.”

“ayo,” he said, shaking his head softly. “don’t call attention to it like that, you’re making me look soft,” he replied, unable to stifle the smile on his features. no matter how hard he fronted, jordan knew this woman had him wrapped around her finger. “sounds fake, you more than nosy.” he answered, her kiss causing him to stumble back slightly and catch his footing. “damn, baby, yes really. keep kissing me like that and i’ll do anything you say. why you so excited about it though, don’t you see dresses like this all the time?” jordan laughed, the alcohol rushing to his head. “she never fucked with me and i doubt she’ll start now. you know i don’t care though, i’ll be wherever you are.”

ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪs ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ( ᴶᴼᴿᴰᴱᴸᴸᴬ )

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isabellcamari·:

between the two shots of tequila and the mimosas she’d been carousing while getting ready, bella welcomed the feeling of the pressure of life rolling off her shoulders. a miniature gasp escaped her mouth as the stinging sensation left from jordan’s hand colliding with her lightly blanketed ass, “don’t play with me, starboy. we can go right here and right now. i saw a coat closet back there.” she taunted as she trailed behind the man she’d without a doubt accompany anywhere, rolling her shimmering blue eyes at his bantering. as soon as she was lured into his embrace in the middle of an ocean of other people, the youngest amari sister draped her slender arms around jordan’s ample shoulders. “what… is happening right now,” she inquired while her fingers worked through his dark locks, “you actually look like you might be having fun. it’s the dress isn’t it?” she murmured, shimming her shoulders, offering him a small twirl before finding her way back into his arms. “brenna did good – which reminds me, guess who’s working her wedding dress show? you should come see all her dresses. jordan, they’re fucking to die for – i think rome’s gonna wear one of her dresses to her wedding… i think there’s a few you’re gonna like too. you’ll just have to come to the show.”

her words caused him to chuckle, knowing full well that they had got it on in less appropriate events. could you blame him though? with a woman like that standing in front of you how could you possibly keep your hands off of her. her fingers locking in his hair followed by her surprise cause him to shrug his shoulders. “i’m trying something new...want me to go back to sulking?” he asked, hands on her hips as they swayed to the beat. “it might be the dress. or maybe you look so good in the dress i don’t want your attention on anybody else. something like that.” he answered. narrowing his eyebrows as she spoke about the upcoming shoot. “yeah, for sure, baby. whatever you want.” he wasn’t really interested but it didn’t matter. he would do anything for her.

ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪs ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ( ᴶᴼᴿᴰᴱᴸᴸᴬ )

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