Merried With Mr. Millionaires
Past Times
Who does not know Jordan Michael Anderson. A CEO who earned the nickname Mr. Millionaires.
Behind the success of many people who never knew that Jordan had experienced depression. For a year Jordan had to deal with a psychiatrist.
Jordan does psychotherapy, swallowing bitter pills to get out of his trauma.
Jordan eventually tried to escape. He was sick of psychotherapy and swallowed a bitter pill.
Jordan came out of his house, he left his hometown. I wish he could forget all his trauma.
Jordan lives in an elite apartment in the middle of town. The feeling kept on trailing him.
Jordan needs fresh air, he walks in the middle of the night.
Until curiosity tickled in Jordan's heart. And for the first time Jordan entered a club’ night.
Just one step into club’ that night. The sound of disco music was pounding, making Jordan want to get out of there.
Unfortunately, that curiosity overcame his discomfort.
Jordan never smoked now has to be stuck with the smoke from the visitors. The smoke and the smell of alcohol seemed to welcome the arrival of Jordan.
On the dance floor many people are hypnotized because disco music dances in a sensual style.
Jordan walked towards the bar, he ordered a drink with a low alcohol content.
His body caught the attention of many people. But Jordan paid no heed to the adoring look on her.
The goal here is not to show off his good looks. In club’ there are many voices that are interconnected.
Only Jordan felt alone. Jordan spends money to pay for drinks he doesn't touch at all.
After he finished making the payment there was someone who pulled his hand.
“Where are you going? Even the drinks you ordered have not been touched,” said a woman who looks beautiful even though the lighting there is quite dim.
Jordan pulls his hand, but the woman adds power to keep Jordan from leaving.
“Lease!” snapped Jordan.
The woman smiled instead, “As if you need a friend, with all my heart I will accompany you.”
The woman's steps stopped at the bar table that Jordan had occupied.
Forced to sit next to a woman he did not know his name.
“Sit down, this time I treat. Oh yes, introduce me Emily Everilda,” Emily said as she raised her hand to meet the man in front of her, smiling kindly.
Emily's smile is capable of making people fascinated at first sight.
“Jordan Michael,” replied Jordan briefly.
Nice name,” compliment Emily.
Emily calls a bartender, “Reedler Beer and Baileys Irish Cream.”
A bartender nodded his head, “Di wait a minute miss.”
The bartender gave Emily's order. “Thanks.”
Jordan stared at the drink Emily had given him.
“Reedler Beer is suitable for beginners like you. It tastes sweet with the taste of fruits, you must try.”
Jordan hesitates at first, she looks Emily in the eye. She seemed to want to be friends with him without any other intention.
Jordan took a breath and meconba the drink. Emily said it was sweet from the taste of fruit.
Jordan stared at Emily's drink, actually she was curious to ask.
Seeing Jordan's gaze that led to her drink Emily spoke up. “Baileys Irish Cream or commonly called liquor is suitable for people who like to coffee. You like coffee?”
Jordan shook his head in response, since Jordan's depression had little trouble speaking up.