I hung up the phone and paced around my house. I had a car in the garage, but I hadn’t driven it in ages. I couldn’t even remember where my keys were. I was about to give up, but then, I remembered how Escabar had treated the last man who didn’t pay him back.
I had watched him tear off the guy’s fingernails when he didn’t have enough money to pay back his loan. I wasn’t about to have any of my fingernails, or any other body part, removed. I needed to get things together so my father would give me his company, and I could have my financial stability back. Otherwise, I was going to be in big trouble with Escabar.
I needed to get my ass to work.
Why would my father take away the car service? It was how I always got to and from work. It was ridiculous. But, I wasn’t about to let that stop me.
I dug through the stacks of bills on my table and found the keys to my BMW underneath everything. My father was going to have to work harder if he was going to prevent me from proving that I deserved to be in charge of the company.
After a couple wrong turns, I finally arrived at work around ten o’clock, ready to take on my job and show my father just how responsible I was. It wasn’t the morning I had planned, but I was ready to kick some ass at work.
Chapter Four
Jordan
“Ana, I just don’t like the idea of you traveling to America when you haven’t even met this guy. It is how women get murdered.”
“Jordan, I’ve met him online. I’ve looked into his eyes and talked to him for thousands of hours. I know him. I just haven’t physically touched him.”
“Does he want to get married? Is that why he was on that website?”
“Yes, he does. He’s thirty-two years old. He’s got a great career and really wants to settle down and start having a family,” she said with stars in her eyes.
“You want to have kids?” I asked, surprised.
Ana had never once mentioned to me that she wanted to have children. In fact, she had told me about a year ago that she didn’t know if she was ever going to want to have children. She had gone on and on about how they would tie her down and prevent her from living the life she wanted to live.
“I’m warming up to the idea. I really like Gordon, and I’m open to the idea of getting married and starting a family.”
“I think it’s all crazy.”
“Have you even signed into the website since we uploaded your profile?” she asked as she grabbed my phone from me.
“Ana, there is no reason to look at it. I’m not going to respond to any of those fake guys. They all seem way too perfect to be real.”
“Oh, so you did log in?” she said with a smile.
“Yes, but none of them seem realistic. They all want a wife, or a mother to their children, and they haven’t even met me yet. It’s creepy. The ones who aren’t creepy all seem to be rich and handsome, and I can’t see why they would want to date a woman from around the world. There have to be plenty of eligible women closer to them.”
“What about this one? Tall, blond hair, financial advisor, wants a thin model type to have his children.”
Ana cringed as she got to the last part of his profile.
“See! Why do you need a model type of a girlfriend if you just want to knock her up and make her fat with babies?”
“Well, I’m sure there are better choices. You just need to look through them. Maybe look at the profiles and respond to some of the people who aren’t sending out messages. Shy guys aren’t going to message you first. You’re way too pretty. They probably think you’re fake.”
“Me? Why would they think I’m fake?”
“Jordan, come on! You’re tall. You have the type of hair women spend thousands trying to get. Your skin is flawless. And your figure is insane. You are easily the sexiest nurse I know. Those guys would be stupid not to message you, or they are too shy and think you’re out of their league.”
I had to blush at her comments. She always told me I should have gone into professional modeling. But in Liechtenstein, model scouts always picked girls up and took them overseas, and then we never heard from them. Many of their families would get worried that something bad happened to them, and a couple had even found out that their daughters had been sold into prostitution. I wasn’t about to have something horrible like that happen to me.
In fact, the whole situation with Ana and Gordon made me think that something bad was going to happen to her. I genuinely wanted to be happy for her, but deep down, I felt like it was some sort of scam.
“You make sure and call me the second you arrive in Miami. No excuses! I don’t care if Gordon is the man of your dreams and you want to jump his bones right there in the airport. You stop long enough to call me. Do you understand?”
They had called for boarding of Ana’s flight, and I was freaking out. I didn’t want her to leave. The combination of having my mother get married and head off on her honeymoon and having Ana leaving was overwhelming. I wasn’t a super dependent person, but I did value my relationships with both my mother and Ana. It was going to be really hard to be alone and without them as they moved on with their lives.