Fuck…

Jordan’s sea colored eyes widened slightly, brows raising as he sees your steaming face. “Forget? No—I didn’t forget, baby!” He had totally forgotten. His stood, the navy suit squaring out his broad shoulders as he circled around his desk over to you.

Today,apparently, was your birthday. But how was he supposed to remember that? In his mind you two had been only dating a short five years. But still your whining and complaining never ceased. He put on his best performance of a caring man that would never forget such an important thing like his lover’s birthday.

His large palms grazed your arms. “I just…I had a birthday surprise for you, darling. But you had to go on and think I forgot.” His brain worked fast to come up with the lie. His nostrils flared for a second, nose still dry from the line he had just snorted.

It was hard to keep up with birthdays these days. Especially when he had two other women he was seeing behind your back. He watched your pouting expression soften and a slight smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

What the fuck would you even want for your birthday? God knew Jordan had no idea. Perfume? Flowers? He’d have an assistant arrange a gift basket for you later.