Chapter 22
Change is Good
Adam
One month later
“How is it going?”
I looked up from the screen when Jordan came into the room.
“Fine, I think,” I replied as he kissed my lips. “I’m having fun with it. It’s not as if I have something better to do.”
After they took off my cast, I was told that I couldn’t go back to work because I needed a few weeks of rehabilitation.
I wasn’t happy about it, but I also wanted to be able to walk in the foreseeable future, so for once, I did what I was told.
The rehabilitation included exercises, massages, and light cardio twice a week, but it left me with nothing to do on the other days.
It was why we turned my guest bedroom into a home office.
Incidentally, Jordan moved into my apartment instead of vice versa.
I would happily stay at his place, but my apartment was bigger, and Jordan preferred it.
He said he liked the floor-to-ceiling windows in my living room.
He also said he would like to fuck me against those windows, so I called the movers the same day and started packing.
I also suggested to Jordan that he should ask for a transfer from the LD since he technically didn’t have to be there.
He refused, saying that someone needed to watch my back.
In our absence, Maddox took over the Bull’s case, but the guy disappeared without a trace.
There was a rumor that Marcello Biancchi was coming to the LD because he couldn’t prove what we all knew—that Mendoza set him up.
Luz still eyed me with suspicion, even after I told him that his best friend was the love of my life.
As expected, he made a fuss over us being together until the day he and Bazooka visited us in Smitsville.
After I made my famous lasagna, and Luz tasted it, I was forgiven. Kind of.
“I take back what I said,” Luz mumbled with his mouth full. “You know how to cook, asshole Adam. I’ll give you that.”
Jordan jabbed him in the ribs. “Stop calling him that!”
“Incidentally, when will you stop calling me that?” I said, cocking my eyebrow.
“When I’m sure you deserve it,” Luz countered. “Or maybe after dessert. Time will tell.”
“Can you please behave, brat?” Bazooka said with a sigh. “For once at least?”
“I can, but I don’t feel like it.”
I stifled a smile, kissed Jordan, and waited for our guests to fuck off so I could get fucked.
Oh, and Verna? We stayed in touch. She didn’t charge us for the phone calls, saying it was on the house. Incidentally, she was right. Change was good. No, change was the fucking best.
“I think you should consider publishing it,” Jordan said, sitting on my lap and taking off my glasses. He pointed his chin at the screen. “I’m not a book critic, but I think it’s good.”
So, yeah, since I had nothing better to do, I started writing a book a while back.
There were only so many meals in the day I could make, and I had too much time on my hands.
One day, I was staring at the screen, feeling bored and contemplating how my life had turned out, and suddenly, I was putting words onto the page.
“You’re not objective, Jordie,” I told him. “Your opinion doesn’t count.”
“I disagree,” he countered, kissing my lips. “Fuck me?”
“Jesus,” I muttered. “That’s my line.”
“Not today.”
“It will be my pleasure, princess,” I said, kissing his neck. “Do I get a dessert after?”
“You can count on it.”
So, yeah, I kind of got addicted to the taste of his cum, but that was a story for another day.
“Yummy,” I said, slapping his ass when he stood up. “Give me a moment to finish this and wait for me in bed. I was trying to come up with a title when you ambushed me.”
“Oh, I’ll give you a title,” Jordan said, typing impatiently. “There. It’s done. You coming?”
“Where’s Milo?” I asked him.
“Chewing on your sock in the hallway.”
“It figures. You gave it to him, didn’t you?”
Jordan shrugged, heading to the bedroom. “Maybe.”
“Luz is a bad influence on you,” I yelled after him. “You sound more like him every day.”
“Less talking, more writing,” Jordan countered. “Where’s the butt plug?”
“Where it rightfully belongs,” I replied, fidgeting on a chair happily. “Where was I?”
I scrolled to the first chapter of my book and read the first few lines.
A people person? Fuck that! People were a bunch of piranhas, and the world was a sewer. Life was a terminal illness, and we were all drowning in misery. A bitter philosophy? You bet it was, but no one could ever accuse me of being sweet, not even when I was a child.
I smiled to myself. It wasn’t a bad beginning, but I had a feeling I would like the ending better.
Before I turned off the laptop, I scrolled to the title page to see what Jordan had written there.
When I saw the title, I chuckled.
SCARFACE
Bottom line? The love of my life had a heart of gold, but the worst taste in titles.
THE HAPPY END