I click off the text. Then see another woman’s name. I can’t resist.
It’s been three days since we made love … I miss you. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours….
After which is a series of close ups of her lady-parts.
I blink back tears.
I’m such a fool.
I hear the front door open and I drop the phone. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to erase what I just saw.
I can’t believe I was about to give Jordan my virginity.
He comes in carrying a bucket of ice. “Hey love, no more fighting. You all ready to make this a night to remember?” he asks, leaning in for a kiss.
I pull back. “I can’t do this, Jordan.”
“What are you talking about, Chloe?” He pushes his lips forward, his slicked back hair suddenly repulsive. “Did my confession scare you?”
“It’s not that. It’s you.”
“Why do you think I brought you here, anyway?” His voice is cold and calculating.
I shake my head. “No, Jordan, I don’t want—”
He storms around the room, hands flying in the air, livid. His face is red, he’s lost his cool, but that’s not my problem. I don’t owe him anything. Just because he brought me on this lavish vacation doesn’t mean I’m required to pay him back with my virginity.
Especially not now.
Now that I know I am nothing to him but a present he wants to unwrap.
“It’s not going to happen, Jordan. I told you, I’ve waited my entire life, and I want the moment to feel right, and this feels...”
Forced.
Rushed.
Wrong.
Not the memory I want.
And I already have a lifetime of bad memories. I need this one to be good.
Perfect.
Am I putting a lot of expectation on one experience? Maybe.
But there has been so much in my life I haven’t had control over.
This one thing, I do.
“There’s no such thing as a perfect first time. You’re holding your virginity over me like it’s a goddamn prize.”
“I know you’ve been cheating on me, Jordan. I looked at your phone. I know I don’t mean anything to you. You tricked me.”
As I cross my arms, fuming at his complete disrespect, he grabs my passport from my purse and starts shredding it.
“You want to play games with me? Fine. Then I’ll play games with you.”
I try and pry it from him, but he shrugs me off. I don’t want to get hurt, so I stand there, watching in shock as he takes my wallet and pulls my ID from it.
Grabbing the pair of scissors from the desk he quickly cuts it, along with all my credit cards. They fall in pieces to the carpet.
With a flash, I know that this man is more than a cheater—he is crazy. And I need to get away from him. Now.
I reach for my cash, but he pulls it from my fingers and starts ripping it, flushing it down the toilet. That’s when I start to feel more than rejected.
I’m terrified.
“Jordan, stop,” I demand, reaching for his arm as he continues to rip the last of my cash.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Chloe.” He looks at me with disgust, his lip pulled back in a snarl and I can’t believe I ever kissed him. “I’m the only man who’s ever even wanted you. You thought I liked you because you read books and graduated with honors?” He snorts. “I’m a businessman, I don’t need a smart girl. I just wanted you because you’re a virgin. But now that I’ve gotten to know you, I bet your cunt is as dried up as your heart.”
“I’m not… dried up.”
Jordan laughs coldly. “Actually, you are. If you had any soul at all, Chloe, you wouldn’t have spent the last month being a dick tease. You keep promising me a fuck, yet give me nothing in return for my affection.”
I shake my head, blinking back tears, not wanting to cry in front of him.
“Get out of here, you little whore, and take your shriveled-up pussy with you.”
He holds open the door to the oceanfront condo that he rented for us.
“Are you seriously kicking me out? Without any money or my passport or a phone? Jordan, I know you’re—”
But he shoves me the rest of the way out the door before slamming it shut.
I hear the lock click
He kicked me out.
I stare at the closed door, incredulously.
Did Jordan seriously just leave me barefoot and stranded in Jamaica?