CHAPTER 23

( Tessa's POV )

Trevor stood up and walked to where I was seated. "Good."

He goes to the back and puts his face next to my shoulder. I stared back at his face, wishing it was Jordan.

"Your father isn't picking my calls anymore", He whispered close to my ears and moved away abruptly.

The action reminded me of how tense I am whenever Jordan is around and whenever I feel his breath on my skin. I close my eyes to shut the thoughts away.

"He is angry", I told him.

"I have an offer to make for you to be married to Jordan", he uttered and moved to the bar side where there are varieties of wines. He picked one up and poured it into two glasses.

I watched him as he moved back to sit, placing the glass of wine before me and gulping his.

"What offer?" I picked the glass up and sip a little wine from it, watching him from the transparent glass.

The offer to make my son yours while you give me what I want." He smirked.

I am beginning to think otherwise. Why is he saying while I give him what I wan