Forever Rain (Rain Will Fall Trilogy #1)

by Cindy Lou Moldovan

  “That’s it! You can have another of these pink slips here and I’ll see you in court where I hope your driver’s license gets revoked.” Lee was busy scribbling again.

  “No! No, please, Lee. Just let us go and yes, I will have lunch with him if I want to.” I squinted my eyes at Jordan who now had a real pissed off look on his face, but thankfully kept his mouth shut this time.

  “Just for you I’ll let it slide, Zoe. But I have your number, buddy; next time…” Whatever Lee was saying got lost in the wind as Jordan took off on the freeway.

  “Are you out of your frigging mind? He can still give you a ticket, Jordan. Don’t make it worse and you need to slow the hell down. You’re back up to 70, for Christ’s sake.”

  Jordan slowed down to the posted speed limit but was clearly not happy. “Dickhead. I was sitting right beside my girlfriend and he asks her out on a date. Who the hell does that?”

  “Your girlfriend?”

  “Yes.” He lifted his chin in defiance, not backing down.

  Fine, two can play at this game. “I don’t remember you asking me to go steady with you.”

  “Go steady? Like we have to talk first then go steady, then I ask you to be my girlfriend?”

  “Yeah. Something like that.”

  “Zoe, will you be my steady girlfriend?”

  I could not help but laugh again.

  “Good. I will take that as a yes and I’ll call Dickhead and tell him to fuck off.” Jordan took the paper from me and stuck it in his pocket.

  “You will do no such thing. He is a friend. Plus, it’s always good to know a cop.”

  “I know the chief of police.”

  “I know the mayor.” Were we really doing this?

  “I know the governor of Texas, so there,” Jordan responded.

  “You do?”

  “No.”

  We laughed at the silly banter between us and I was struck again at the handsomeness of the man beside me.

  Pure eye candy. His dark blond hair played off natural highlights from the setting sun and his smile lit up his face. Dark aviator sunglasses hide his brilliant blue eyes that I know were twinkling with mirth.

  “Fine. You can go to lunch with us if you behave yourself.”

  He sat back in the seat and sulked but didn’t turn down the invitation.

  I was pretty sure that he’d go, despite hating the idea of having lunch with Lee. I turned my head, looked out the window and smiled. He was totally possessive and a little jealous. That was not such a bad thing as long as it was just a little.

  Jordan pulled the car into a parking garage of a high-rise building in downtown Houston and parked beside an elevator marked Private. We got out of the car and were met by an attendant who held the elevator door for us to enter. Jordan’s driver pulled up beside us in a new black Land Rover. Jordan spoke with him briefly then got in the elevator.

  He chatted with the young man who caught him up to the latest weather that was the same when we left a couple days ago, hot and humid. We exited and walked down the hall to another elevator. There was only one button in this swanky elevator, which I assumed was also private for Jordan only.

  We arrived on another floor and stepped out into a large room with elegant furnishings. It had a fully stocked bar at one side of the room and a small wooden dance floor off to the side. Floor to ceiling windows showed off the twinkling lights of the city below. We walked through this area to a double wooden door. Jordan pushed some numbers on the keypad and used his index finger for ID. A green light blinked and he opened the door.

  “Thanks, Mike. Have a good evening, man.” Jordan tipped the young man that escorted us.

  “Let me show you around.” Jordan took my hand and led me into his penthouse. I was stunned at the sparsely decorated space of his living room. There were marble floors throughout the space and again massive floor to ceiling windows allowed a spectacular view of the city and its surrounding areas.

  “Did you get robbed?” I asked, since there was only a TV and sofa. The high ceiling of the room made the furniture look like toys.

  Jordan laughed. “No. I am only just moving in here. This building is new and they’re still working on parts of it.” We walked through the living room to the office that was elegantly furnished with modern cherry wood furnishings. “I haven’t had much time to work from home, so I’ve not used this home office.” He showed me the guest bedroom, which was a suite in itself, but void of furnishings, then the master bedroom suite that was fully furnished.

  “The space is gorgeous,” I said. “You just need a decorator to fill it with equally gorgeous furnishings.”

  He led me back to the living room and into the kitchen. I paused to admire the beautiful gourmet kitchen with state of the art appliances and granite countertop. The adjoining dining room was completely empty.

  “Actually, I waited to get the place decorated because I wanted you to sort of put your Zoe touch on it. I remember you used to love art and decorating. You went nuts shopping for stuff with Jenna when they bought their first home.”

  I was stunned at his request and touched that he remembered my love of art. I did love to decorate and had a keen sense of decorating style.

  “That is so sweet, Jordan, but I’m not sure I have the time and this is a massive project, like professional huge and I don’t feel that I have the knowledge to do it justice.” Which was true. I could see that he knew it would be too time consuming, but then he smiled and I knew he had it figured out. “What?” I asked.

  “I have an interior designer, but I would like her to get your approval on everything she does. I want you to choose as much of the furnishings and art as your time will allow. She will have all that you need, and if she does not, then tell her what you want and she’ll find it. You can shop from Italy, to South America, Africa.

  “Everything is possible with the Internet and her knowledge of where unique pieces can be found. She will make appointments to see you. I know you don’t have a lot of extra time, but just think about it. I’m in no hurry. I have the bedroom, kitchen and office, which is all I need for now.”

  I swear to God, the man thinks of everything. Nothing is done or even suggested without a plan a, b and c.

  “Well, maybe I can help her choose some of the furnishings and art. She will do a lot better than I ever could.”

  “Great. No rush.” He took my hand and headed back to the door. “Wait till you see the pool. It’s on the roof one level higher but it won’t be ready for another week.”

  “This is a beautiful room. What do you use it for?” I asked.

  Jordan stood looking around the room. His hands were in his pockets and sunglasses perched on his head, with his legs spread apart. I had an urge to be jumped by him right then.

  I quickly looked away from him hoping he would not see the lustful need in my eyes.

  “I plan to have some private parties here soon. It can hold about fifty people or so. Just close intimate friends or business colleagues. The decorators just finished up last week. I think we should break it in soon. What do you think?” He held out his hand to me. I grasped his fingers, a little confused that we seem to be heading out again.

  “Um, where are we going?”

  “To my estate in The Woodlands. There is not much here. I have a housekeeper for here, but she doesn’t start until Monday, so I have no food and there’s not much for her to do yet.”

  “How long have you had your place in The Woodlands?” I was not aware that he had another home here. Come to think of it, I don’t know much about Jordan’s living arrangements, nor his homes.

  “I bought it a couple years ago when I decided to move to Houston.”

  We were back in the elevator. It just dawned on me as we are leaving, that his penthouse was on the 50th floor.

  “Do you still have an office in Austin?”

  “Yes, but it will be moving into this building in the next few wee
ks. My other offices in Asia and Europe will continue with business as usual. The only difference is that I will not be there as much as I once was. I hired two vice presidents to oversee business in those areas but every major purchase or transaction must be cleared through me first. The changes have been coming slowly over the past few years.”

  Interesting.

  Jordan walked toward another car not far from the Jaguar that we rode in from the airport. The attendant came running over to assist him. He gave Jordan a set of keys. Jordan pulled the car up to where I stood. Hopping out, he came over to my side and opened the passenger door. I couldn’t help myself. I ran my hands over the luxurious leather. It felt like butter against my skin. A sleek black convertible Maserati.

  “Nice car.” I mean, what else could I say. I was totally speechless by his cars. They were gorgeous, obviously expensive, and all built for speed.

  “Not just any car. This is a Maserati Grancabrio MC. I could give you the stats, but right now I’d rather talk about how totally hot you look in my car.” He winked at me and peeled out of the garage.

  “How many cars do you have?”

  “In Downtown Houston there are two, and three more in The Woodlands. This one does not have a name. Would you do it the honor?”

  I smiled at the way his face lit up like a teenage boy. The man loved cars.

  “I will need to think about it. I’m not sure what kind of personality it has yet.”

  “I want to fuck you in all my cars.”

  My breath caught in my throat. I felt the heat slowly rising. His hand reached over to hold mine. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, because if I looked at him right now, I just may beg him to take me back to his penthouse and fuck me senseless.

  “It’s that look. The look that you have on your face right now reminds me of how you look when you have my cock in your mouth.” He put my hand on his jeans and I squeezed his growing erection.

  “You would so be in my mouth if the top was up.” The words had just left my mouth when Jordan exited the freeway, pulled over on the side and put the top up.

  I laughed at his lack of patience.

  “You have a wicked mouth, babe. I love when you suck me off.” I slid his zipper down and his cock sprung out of his jeans.

  “You’re commando!” I laughed and licked my lips in anticipation of tasting him, in a hot fast car, on the freeway. Unbelievable.

  “Surprise.”

  “Naughty boy. Keep your hands on the wheel and eyes on the road. And make sure no one sees me going down on you.”

  “Ah, sure, babe, but do it now, please, before I make a fool of myself in front of you and a mess in my new car.”

  I leaned over and flicked my tongue over the top of his cock. His musky smell was erotic and I pulled the round bulging head of his penis into my mouth, rolling it around on my tongue.

  Jordan inhaled quickly, his breathing increasing as I licked the tip of his penis with my tongue. He tried to push his hips, up but I pulled away and took his shaft in my hand, smiling wickedly up at him.

  “Little tease,” he said with a strained look on his face.

  I went down again, and with one swift motion, took him in my mouth until his cock hit the back of my throat. I keep pulling on his length and increasing my tempo.

  Jordan started to groan and strained his body toward my mouth.

  I let him this time. I sucked and pulled on his cock with a frantic pace as I tasted his pre-cum. He was getting close and I keep up the sucking and pulling motion that had my cheeks hollow. I pulled his balls from the jeans and dragged my nails along the bottom side of his globes as he erupted in my mouth. I gulped down the thick, slightly salty liquid and held him in my mouth until his legs stop shaking. Slowly, I let his cock out of my hot, wet mouth and zipped up his jeans.

  “Fuck, baby. Your mouth is magic.” He reached over and squeezed my hand. “I owe you and just to let you know, I always pay up.” His grin was contagious.

  “We’re even. You did save me from drowning in the tub last night.”

  He smirked, lifting one side of his luscious lips that were made for sucking.

  I squirmed in my seat as the center of my core pulsed with need. Delightful.

  Chapter 23

  We were exiting off the freeway again due to our arrival in one of Houston’s most prestigious suburban neighborhoods. Jordan filled me in on building his home in this area. He said he wanted to settle down somewhere where he could relax and not just have his penthouse in Houston, though he’ll use the penthouse during the week and for entertaining.

  He’d asked his deceased mother’s best friend and next-door neighbor by the name of Becky Ross to be his housekeeper. Her husband had died shortly after they got married and she never remarried nor had any children. Jordan said she had periodically babysat him when she was in high school as well. She had worked for several families as a housekeeper and nanny in Colorado and she welcomed the chance to live somewhere different, so when his grandfather told him she was looking for a job, Becky welcomed the opportunity to work for Jordan.

  “I would like my grandfather to move closer to me but he refuses. It would be good to see him more often. Although we do talk on the phone about once a week and I visit when I can.” He had a wistful look in his eyes speaking about his grandfather who he calls ‘pops’.

  “I can imagine it would not be easy for him to move since he’s always lived there, right?”

  “That, and the fact that my aunt and uncle and their family live in Colorado as well. He sees them a hell of a lot more than he does me, but that’s on me. I’ve neglected to keep in touch with my family except for my grandfather, but no one else has really tried to reach out to me, so I kept building my company and made more money.”

  I felt sad for him growing up as an only child and leaving home with no strong friendship ties. Although he has friends now, they are from his college days at UT and business associates.

  “Your grandmother passed away about five years ago, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Sorry to hear about her passing. Jenna told me about it. She said you took some time off to be with her.”

  “I’m glad I did. She died of cancer but she did not suffer. She passed away a few months after being diagnosed.”

  “What about your mother? You never spoke much about her.”

  “That’s a long story and I only know what my grandparents told me happened.”

  I didn’t ask any more personal questions. I sensed that he did not want to go into details of such sad part of his life. Especially since like me, he had no memories of his mother and he never spoke of a father.

  Jordan drove a few miles through the streets, navigating his way to a gated community on a lake. There were not more than twenty homes here and they all sat on a few acres each. Manicured front lawns enhanced the look of sophisticated homes that nestled among trees. Jordan drove around the impressive lake with a massive waterfall running over huge rocks and boulders recreating a natural scene that could be found in a forest. The homes were impressive and all seemed to be fairly new and custom built. No two homes were alike here, but their basic architectural theme was of a rustic, but charming, craftsman style.

  “So, this is it. What do you think?” Jordan asked, driving down a curved driveway that led to a stylish house. He parked in the circular driveway and opened my door. It looked like something from a magazine with a huge porch that wrapped around the front and one side of the house. The fabulous decor of huge clay pots in various sizes and colors overflowed with different types of flowers and greeneries leading up to the home.

  “It’s spectacular, Jordan. A perfect depiction of a Texas style home.” I looked around the home and yard, admiring the tranquility of the area that was surprisingly quiet.

  “Your approval is the only one that counts. I’m so glad you like it.” Jordan took my hand and led me to the front door. “Come on. I’ll give y
ou a grand tour of the outside tomorrow.” He opened the front door to reveal a stunningly beautiful interior.

  Hardwood floors complimented the rustic charm of the house. A gorgeous chandelier hung from the ceiling of the entryway. The living and dining room were visible from the entryway due to an open concept floor plan.

  “Stunning.” One word summed it up for me and Jordan smiled as he took me around his home pointing out beautiful pieces of art that he collected from Asia and Europe.

  “Ah. Our favorite painter.” I stood in front of a painting by G. Harvey, admiring the painting that the artist named 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. “From The Treasury collection. I know it well.”

  “You loved this painting, but wouldn’t let me buy it for you when you were in college, so I bought it, but didn’t tell you. I always hoped you would someday be reunited with it. I have a few more throughout the house,” he said, still holding on to my hand.

  My eyes misted with emotions. I flung my arms around his neck. “God, Jordan, you say the sweetest things. Now you will have me crying.” I sniffled on his shoulder. “Yes, I remember you took me to Texas Art Depot. You sneak, but I’m glad that you bought it.”

  He tipped my chin up and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Glad you feel that way. Come on, pretty lady.” He led me further into the living room where the view of the backyard and pool was spectacular.

  “I love all the trees. It’s like you have your own private forest. You must have a hell of a gardener too.” What was there not to like here? The house and grounds were simply superb.

  “The kitchen and office have the same view. Speaking of kitchen, Becky left it well stocked for the weekend, so we actually have food here.” He walked into the kitchen that was nothing less than divine.

  The state of the art appliances were a cook’s dream. “I love that refrigerator. Looks like an armoire.”

  “Wish I could take credit for choosing it, but the interior designer did. All the appliances are handmade in Italy.”

  “Meneghini. Hmm, never heard of the brand, but it is lovely, very unique. Nice touch with the chandelier in the kitchen.”