Jordan is a smooth talker.

He had to be, considering he convinced me to go with him, on his private jet, to Jamaica, as a graduation gift. I’ve only known him for four weeks, yet he talked me into putting all my worldly possessions in a storage locker, even though I have no plans for what would happen after our trip.

There’s already a lot of pressure on tonight. I know what Jordan expects, but right now I just don’t feel ready.

And I know that isn’t going to make him happy.

But ever since we got on his jet today, he’s been predatory … no longer the romantic who gave me flowers before every date, the sweetheart who told me it was okay to take things slow. Suddenly he’s eyeing me like a piece of meat.

Before I give him my body, I need some reassurance.

As if he’s able to read my mind, he crosses the bedroom of the condo where we’re staying. “I just wanted to tell you something, Chloe. And I’ve been waiting for the right time to say it.”

I smile, wanting tonight to be perfect. I slip off my shoes, and walk toward him.

He takes my hands and says, “This last month has been incredible. And I want this trip to be a dream come true for both of us. The truth is, I love you, Chloe.”

My eyes widen. It’s not that I don’t believe that love can blossom in a month … but when he says the words, they sound hollow.

Stiff.

Memorized.

“Love?” My voice reveals my surprise. “You think you love me?”

Jordan’s eyes flash with anger. “That’s how you’re going to answer?”

“Well…” I falter, biting my bottom lip. “I mean, it’s a big deal. I’ve never said those words to someone before.”

“And you think I have?” Jordan shakes his head.

“I don’t know. I mean, you’re Jordan Connors, a billionaire CEO. You could have anyone.”

“But I want you.” He reaches for me, and I flinch, not even knowing why. He’s never hurt me, and maybe I’m acting crazy to doubt his love. Honestly, I have next to no experience with giving my heart to anyone.

Jordan is pissed. He raises his hands in anger. “Look, I need to cool down. I’m gonna go find some fucking ice. I got us champagne, you know, for our celebration?”

He leaves in a huff and I sit on the edge of the bed, hands clasped in my lap, wondering if I just ruined everything.

Then a phone starts buzzing. It isn’t mine, and I look around, seeing Jordan’s on the dresser. Twisting my lips, I consider looking at it.

There have been little red flags all month … but I keep squashing them because the idea of having someone looking out for me is so appealing.

I’ve been on my own forever.

His phone buzzes again.

I trust Jordan, don’t I?

I must not, because the next thing I know I’m looking at his lock screen, entering the four-digit password I’ve seen him use countless times. I press Messages, and see the newest one.

Hey baby. My pussy is so wet for you. Come home and lick it like you did last night.

Oh shit.

This was a bad idea. Those words were not mine.

I click off the text. Then see another woman’s name. I can’t resist.

It’s been three days since we made love … I miss you. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours….

After which is a series of close ups of her lady-parts.

I blink back tears.

I’m such a fool.

I hear the front door open and I drop the phone. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to erase what I just saw.

I can’t believe I was about to give Jordan my virginity.

He comes in carrying a bucket of ice. “Hey love, no more fighting. You all ready to make this a night to remember?” he asks, leaning in for a kiss.

I pull back. “I can’t do this, Jordan.”

“What are you talking about, Chloe?” He pushes his lips forward, his slicked back hair suddenly repulsive. “Did my confession scare you?”

“It’s not that. It’s you.”

“Why do you think I brought you here, anyway?” His voice is cold and calculating.

I shake my head. “No, Jordan, I don’t want—”

He storms around the room, hands flying in the air, livid. His face is red, he’s lost his cool, but that’s not my problem. I don’t owe him anything. Just because he brought me on this lavish vacation doesn’t mean I’m required to pay him back with my virginity.

Especially not now.

Now that I know I am nothing to him but a present he wants to unwrap.

“It’s not going to happen, Jordan. I told you, I’ve waited my entire life, and I want the moment to feel right, and this feels...”

Forced.

Rushed.

Wrong.

Not the memory I want.

And I already have a lifetime of bad memories. I need this one to be good.

Perfect.

Am I putting a lot of expectation on one experience? Maybe.

But there has been so much in my life I haven’t had control over.

This one thing, I do.

“There’s no such thing as a perfect first time. You’re holding your virginity over me like it’s a goddamn prize.”

“I know you’ve been cheating on me, Jordan. I looked at your phone. I know I don’t mean anything to you. You tricked me.”

As I cross my arms, fuming at his complete disrespect, he grabs my passport from my purse and starts shredding it.

“You want to play games with me? Fine. Then I’ll play games with you.”

I try and pry it from him, but he shrugs me off. I don’t want to get hurt, so I stand there, watching in shock as he takes my wallet and pulls my ID from it.

Grabbing the pair of scissors from the desk he quickly cuts it, along with all my credit cards. They fall in pieces to the carpet.

With a flash, I know that this man is more than a cheater—he is crazy. And I need to get away from him. Now.

I reach for my cash, but he pulls it from my fingers and starts ripping it, flushing it down the toilet. That’s when I start to feel more than rejected.

I’m terrified.

“Jordan, stop,” I demand, reaching for his arm as he continues to rip the last of my cash.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Chloe.” He looks at me with disgust, his lip pulled back in a snarl and I can’t believe I ever kissed him. “I’m the only man who’s ever even wanted you. You thought I liked you because you read books and graduated with honors?” He snorts. “I’m a businessman, I don’t need a smart girl. I just wanted you because you’re a virgin. But now that I’ve gotten to know you, I bet your cunt is as dried up as your heart.”

“I’m not… dried up.”

Jordan laughs coldly. “Actually, you are. If you had any soul at all, Chloe, you wouldn’t have spent the last month being a dick tease. You keep promising me a fuck, yet give me nothing in return for my affection.”

I shake my head, blinking back tears, not wanting to cry in front of him.

“Get out of here, you little whore, and take your shriveled-up pussy with you.”

He holds open the door to the oceanfront condo that he rented for us.

“Are you seriously kicking me out? Without any money or my passport or a phone? Jordan, I know you’re—”

But he shoves me the rest of the way out the door before slamming it shut.

I hear the lock click

He kicked me out.

I stare at the closed door, incredulously.

Did Jordan seriously just leave me barefoot and stranded in Jamaica?