Malcolm couldn’t catch his breath. He stood outside the restaurant feeling his life crumbling around him. This couldn’t be happening. He stared at Jordan, unable to even form words.
“There’s no reason to get all dramatic about this, Malcolm,” Jordan said. His expression was calm, cool. He could have been telling Malcolm not to get upset over the weather forecast.
His throat raw, he managed to get out one word. “No?”
“Tony is just a friend.” Jordan shrugged.
“A…friend? Are you f*****g him?”
Jordan glanced around the parking lot. “Keep your voice down. Not everyone needs to know our business.”
“Are you?”
“It’s just s*x, querido. It has nothing to do with the way I feel about you.”
Malcolm’s eyes blurred with burning tears. He turned away, unable to meet Jordan’s dark eyes. He wished
