HUNDRED AND THREE

NORA

“How has the search been?” I grimaced because holy hell, that sounds like his desired nightmare.

We’ve talked about this before. In fact, the past few days, with the aid my driver, we go anywhere we can find him and I do what I know best— taunt him.

Jordan hasn’t been living under his roof, I know that because each time I visit Jasper to give him a piece of my mind, it’s either it’s motorbike wasn’t outside or his door is locked.

Jasper almost caught me at it yesterday.

“It’s been tough. And you’ve been what? Apparently not sealing your mouth shut?” He laughed, though I don’t. “You think he loves you that much?”

His smug tone irritates the hell out of me.

“Yes, for a fact, I know I does. It is the same thing with me also, except that..” I said matter-of-factly. “You guys wouldn’t let us live the best of our lives in peace.”

He wasn't even my father and yet he irritates me this much. Speaking with him alone was one exhaustion on its own.

Which I find rather unbearable. Since