I pulled out my scrunched up list and looked over the unmarked numbers. I was surprised at what I had already done, so much messing about and yet I wasn't near satisfied with the end result. Broody was still moping and although he complained he thought his hair line was reseeding I hadn't noticed any change and just put it down to an effect of the hormones. I circled number nine with my red pen. So the hair removal cream wasn't that affective on a full head of hair - maybe I should just shave it off in his sleep? No then it would be hard to explain why he went to bed with a full head of hair and woke up bald.

I tapped the pen against my lips and narrowed my eyes at the piece of paper. Maybe I could just skip it?

"Babe!" Broody called out in a slightly panicked tone and I knew he had stumbled upon number ten.

I smiled and got up off the couch, skipping down the hallway until I got to the bedroom door. Stopping I collected myself. OK, time for the serious face with a stern but yet considerate expression. I stepped around the corner and saw him standing over the basket of freshly washed clothes - all of his new shirts that were a size to big because he was 'fat'.

He looked down in horror as he held up what was once a white button down shirt and looked over to me. I faked being surprised and put my hand over my mouth with a small gasp. "Oh god I'm so sorry." I said moving into the room and emptying out the basket only to find my bright red laced tong in the mix. Broody raised an eyebrow at me and picked it up so that it was dangling on his fore finger.

"This is new." He smirked.

"Yeah I bought it last week, sorry it must have been tangled in there and I didn't see it." I snatched it out of his grabby hands and stuffed it in the chest of draws against the wall.

"So now thanks to your tong I have to go to work with a pink shirt?"

I shrugged and slipped my hands into the back pocket of my jeans.

"Great. That tong better be worth it." He winked at me and placed a quick kiss on my cheek before walking out of the room with a now pink shirt in tow. I had always wanted to know if putting something red in with the whites could change the colour like that but according to Julie it only gave it a light ting. I wanted something a little bigger and brighter so I may or may not have soaked them in red dye for a small time before putting them in the wash.

"Hey Babe!" Broody called out and rushed back into the bedroom, a small amount of his hair in his hand. I bit my lip and pinched my skin so that I didn't laugh. "See I told you!"

"I know you did, sorry I didn't believe you."

"Yeah great now I'm fat, bald and wearing a pink shirt, excuse me while I go and walk in front of a car." He muttered as he turned back around.

"Wear a top hat; I hear their coming back in fashion!" I called out after him giggling all the while.

I walked out of the room and saw Broody struggling with the buttons on his shirt so I walked over and went to give him a hand - mainly just to get him out of here quicker.

"Are you staying home today?" He asked as he watched my fingers go to work.

"I have to stop by the office and help Julie deal with her life falling apart." I smiled and tugged his top when I was finished.

"Okay, I'll call you when I'm on my way home." He leaned in for a kiss and I turned my head giving him my cheek. He placed a quick kiss on my skin and walked out of the room but not before grabbing his jacket.

I decided to potter around the house a little, clean this and that before giving Joseph a quick buzz and asking for a lift. He was there in no time with his kind smile and the black town car. He greeted me and opened my door for me before driving through the city and getting to my building.

"Shall I wait for you?" he asked me as he parked the car.

"No all good. You can go back to Jordan before he wraps himself around a telephone pole." I smiled and watched in the review mirror as Joe snickered and nodded at me.

Getting into the building it was rather quiet today and with most of my work done I had only a couple of things to do and I didn't mind the later start. I decided to go in and check up on Julie since it's been three days and I hadn't heard a wink. She was in jeans, a flarey top with a long cream coloured cardigan wrapped around her as she ferociously stuffed papers into her bag.

"Hey Jules. What's up?"

"Oh good you're here." She breathed and took a moment to talk to me "Did you get my message?"

"No. what's up?" I asked again. Now she has my attention.

"I've agreed to go meet Thomas' family this long weekend and I wanted you to come with me." She said but her mouth still found it hard to get around his name. I take they were still trying to work things out.

"I didn't get any messages." I assured her.

"That's okay. Anyways will you come? I'd rather not be alone with him and his family."

"I don't know if I can."

"Oh come on, it's a long weekend. You can head up tomorrow after work; tell Broody you have a business trip or something."

"But..." I started but was quickly cut off by Julie's demanding tone.

"No but's, I want you there with me and I need you now more than ever please Mia." She begged and I knew at that moment I was stuck."

I sighed and nodded. I had no idea how I was going to do it but I had to work it out for Julie's sake.

"Great, now I've got to go, the devil himself is already here and if he calls me one more time I'm going to pound his head in." She smiled and gave me a half hug while struggling under the weight of her bag. Is she even supposed to be lifting something so heavy?

She was about to something else but was cut off by her phone ringing.

"Warning, warning it's the dickhead calling." The phone rang out and I couldn't help but laugh at the ring tone.

"Yeah he isn't going to make it to his parents place." She muttered and hung up the phone before turning to me. "Jordan is heading up tomorrow so you can car pull and save your petrol."

"Jules..." I went to protest. With what had happened in his office the last time I had tried to avoid his calls. I didn't exactly feel guilty for wanting to jump his bones or kiss him since Broody had already down that to me but I didn't want Jordan just part of my revenge scheme.

"I got to go, bye Mia!" And with that she was gone.

I wondered over to my office and eyed Rose as she stared at me while one of the interns was talking her ears off, trying to impress her. Getting into my office I decided to give Broody a call and tell him I wouldn't be there.

"Hey baby I was hoping you'd visit instead of call but I'll take what I can get." He sounded happy.

"How's the shirt going?"

"They teased me like crazy and keep throwing paper planes at me." He whined into the phone and I could hear the loud laughter of his co-workers in the background.

"Poor baby." I smiled, yeah just wait until your bald then you'll really cop it.

"So what's up?"

"Julie is going through a tough time right now and she wants me to go with her for the weekend." I got straight to the point.

"But I like our long weekends." He mopped into the phone. We usually spent the entire weekend rolling around in the sheets but that was never going to happen this time round.

"Sorry" No I wasn't "but Julie needs me right now."

He sighed into the phone. "Okay fine." If I didn't know better I would say he actually sounded disappointed, but unfortunately, I didn't know better. "But you owe me when you get back, maybe you can let me rip off that red tong."

"If you play your cards right." I teased knowing he'd never get me out of my tong.

"Hmm, well in that case hurry back."

"Bye Broody."

"Bye babe."

I hung up the phone and pulled out my list once again. I crossed number nine off the list and then number ten. I really didn't have much left. I didn't know if I would feel relief or grief by the end of this but the way I was feeling now, the way how I felt like I was over it, over him - made me think I relief was the one who would win the prize.

I stared at number three and a grin spread over my face. This would be perfect. Pulling out my phone I scrolled down my contacts until I came to a stop at 'Monster in law'.

"Hi Betty, its Mia." I smiled into the phone making sure to use my nicest voice.

"Oh Mia darling how are you? And how's my precious boy doing?" Yeah you wouldn't know it but Broody actually has two sister's - not that they exist in his mother's eyes.

"Just fine, although I think he misses you." I lied.

"Oh does he now?"

"Yes, we were just talking about you the other night and..."

"Were you now, all good things I hope?" She interrupted me.

"Yes, yes of course. I was just..." I started again but I didn't get much further.

"That's so good to hear." By this stage I had to ball my fists so that I didn't scream out 'Bitch please let me talk!'

"I was thinking that it would be so nice of you to come down and see him." I quickly blurted out so that she didn't interrupt me and I didn't have to crawl through the phone and strangle her with the cord.

"That would be a wonderful idea darling" She said in her very pretend posh accent.

"Yes it would, I know it would mean so much to him if you came down for a stay."

"Yes of course, but when. He is always so busy."

"Well I am leaving for a business trip and I thought you could keep him busy for the weekend. That way I know he is coming home to a good cooked meal every night and isn't staying up playing video games." God I am so good I scare myself.

"What a marvellous idea. I shall book a flight right away."

"Make sure you give him a call, but don't tell him it was me who said anything. He won't want you to know how much he misses you." I smiled and fiddled with my pen.

"Not to worry darling, I can keep a secret." Oh no you can't.

"I'm sure you can. Bye Betty."

"Chow Mia." Chow? What the fuck? Where the hell does she think we live?

I hung up the phone and crossed number three off my list before texting Jordan that I can drive him up to his parents so he can give Joseph the weekend off.

His reply took a little while to come through;

Sounds good, I'll pick you up from work.

I frowned at his words.

Shouldn't it be I'll pick YOU up?

I waited tapping my fingers against the cool glass, his reply was taking a while which was unusual - must be busy.

Mia, we can argue about this later I'm in a meeting.

I rolled my eyes and quickly sent a reply.

I'll be there at four.

To which I got no reply. I pulled out my work and went through the things that needed to be done before I left for the weekend and thank god that I had done most of it already. I found it was a great distraction and a great way to get Broody off my case about sex.

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It was ten past four on a Friday and I was waiting outside of Jordan's office building tapping my hands against the steering wheel and blasting my music so that I kept myself entertained while I waited. I was starting to find myself aligned with Thomas on this one, sitting in the car while you wait for someone is boring and I had already called him five times to tell him to hurry his ass up - he didn't appreciate that.

I looked up from my moment of front seat dancing and saw Jordan pacing over towards my car, parked in the underground car park.

He didn't bother going to the passenger side and just opened the driver's side door.

"Out, where taking my car." He said with that stern, demanding tone that I liked the best.

I opened my mouth to protest when he quickly interrupted me.

"Either you get out now or I will pick you up." He warned before leaning in a little and whispering "And trust me, I will." He smirked.

I suddenly felt it a little hard to swallow, or breathe for that matter. I swear it was something about that tone that demanded obedience, demanded your silence and no matter what I did I just couldn't help but be stuck in this hypnotised state.

Slowly I swung my feet around and stuck out my hand - which Jordan was quick to grab and pull me to my feet with a little too much force sending me in to his chest, not for the first time. I looked up into his eyes and saw they were dark today. His green eyes were a dark obsidian and the blue ring resembled a midnight sky.

A weekend with Jordan, this was so not a good idea.

He pulled me along to his green car and I was jumping for enjoy that I got to drive it again. I went to grab the keys when he pushed me back and gave me that look that stopped me in my tracks.

"I'm driving." A cool shudder went down my spine and suddenly it was like my body was craving the warmth that I knew he could give me.

Good God, what is this man doing to me?

"B-but..." I stuttered and my mouth seemed to shut on it's own accord.

"I'm driving." He repeated and eyed me cautiously.

My mouth was dry making it hard to speak, let along argue with him. I nodded and slowly made my way over to the other side of the car. I figured that if he was driving like a Lune then I would just tell him to pull over and swap.

Once we were both in Jordan started driving and the way he took his corners made me grip the seat. He was only going just over the speed limit - not enough to get a fined. I could see he was experienced and knew what he was doing but that still didn't settle the butterflies in my stomach, in fact the feeling just seemed to build even more.

It was a two hour drive into the country. Jordan had told me it was a small cottage that they used on holidays and it was right next to a large lake, he spoke of just how beautiful it was there and how much fun he and his brother had, hiding on the small island that was in the center of the lake. I couldn't help but smile at how much praise he had for his family and the memories they shared, it made me wish I could say the same thing about mine.

He started to slow down and I saw the big black gates that opened up onto a dirt path. On one side was a large beautiful lake that resembled Jordan's eyes at the moment - a deep blue green - and on the other side was a row of cars, a large range rover, a deep red Porsche and what I imagined to be the car Thomas would drive, a deep blue Astin Martin.

Jordan parked the car right next to his brothers and we got out in silence. Jordan was frozen on the spot, his eyes roamed the car from hood to bonnet and then back again while his hands started twitching by his sides.

It reminded me of a guy eyeing up a girl and then trying not to do much about it.

"You really do have a problem." I said making a grab for him. I laced my arm around his and started walking off - slightly pulling him along. "Is there like an AA meeting but for people with car addictions?"

"It's a nice car." He mumbled and looked back.

"Yeah ok, I hope they keep the keys in the gun cabinet and under lock and key" I muttered knowing full well that he could hear me.

I was too busy looking at the cars and the lake and then at Jordan that I somehow missed the house.

"Wow."

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Well my dear beautiful readers welcome to chapter 22. An entire weekend trapped in a house with Jordan... anyone want to guess how it's going to go? Sorry for being MIA for so long I have been a very busy bee.

So Jordan's eyes may sound a little weird - constantly changing from green to blue - but they just happen to run in my family so I know from experience how they change - I however am stuck with almost black eyes but hey they creep some people out so that's a plus I guess.

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