He didn’t wonder if Jordan would answer. He knew he would. Jordan’s throat worked before he walked away from that dickhead and brought his phone to his ear. “Don’t tell me you have my apartment bugged, you creep,” he hissed. “Tell him to leave,” Damiano said. “And to never come back.” Jordan huffed. “You’re unbelievable.” “Throw him out,” he said softly. “I will give you the attention you so badly wanted from me.” It was just a guess, but it was gratifying to be confirmed correct when Jordan’s pale face flushed.
