LOGINJaxon He swallowed down regret. “You’re going to trust me from now on?”“Yes. I let my ex-boyfriend get the best of my life for these past years. I’ve kind of built this wall up, blocking me from all men, especially guys that reminded me of him.”“I remind you of him?”“You did. You both have that expensive lifestyle, that sort of one that feeds into a big ego and this sort of holier than thou sort of attitude. But that’s him, not you.”His mouth went dry. His heart turned to this black mass of evil. He had felt this way before in those instances where a female cried in front of him, due to him telling her that he wouldn’t see her anymore. It was easy to brush that sensation away in those moments. But this time, while he sat on the phone with Mia, he couldn’t just move the cruelty of his life aside. And then it finally hit him.He can’t pretend that he was still clean and pure around her. She won’t buy it. That’s what Mia does to him.She makes him want to be who he really was.“So
Jaxon He avoided the question. “Where are you taking her? I’d rather you not go off for two days with Mia. I mean what the—”“You’re acting weird, Bro.” He opened the door and entered.His place was an explosion of color and no sense of style. Autographed Michael Jordan posters and other athletes he adored hung on one side of the wall. A massive photo of Tiger Woods and a blushing him sat above his bed. Scattered canvases in no particular style or order decorated every other wall.He’d never decided on the carpet he wanted for his room so he just picked the top four samples. On the north side lay black and white polka dot. On the west, lime green stars surrounded by white. On the east section, a silver rug and right where he stood on the south part of his space was a Native American design done in earth colors.It helped that he didn’t bring women in here because the place remained a mess. Shoes sprawled all over the place. Clothes were slung around. A discarded plate of food sat on
Jaxon He made it down to the yacht’s lower deck and entered his bedroom.Rhett was big on decorating his spaces. He loved to hang up his favorite paintings or whatever grabbed his eye. He loved to collect things wherever they traveled to, and display them wherever he laid down for the night.Jaxon was different. He enjoyed a simple elegance, clean walls with nothing on them. Sparse furniture that included the finest pieces, but not too much to overload the eye.A black king sized bed sat in the center. Vanilla colored the walls and the carpet. There was a black dresser and small end table on the side. Next to the window where he loved to sit and stare out at the sea, rested his favorite hot red leather chair. It was the most expensive item in the room. The complete focus. The thing was huge and comfortable with white threaded lines that formed into a sort of design at the top.With mounting dread, he stumbled over to his favorite chair. As tired as he was, he would probably just fal
Mia The rest of the night they danced until the food went cold and the sun rose high into the sky. They laughed and slung their shoes off like idiots as they talked about their childhood dreams of the future.He’d wanted to be a super hero. She hoped to be a singer, even though she couldn’t carry a note.After several glasses of wine, they scattered all of those flowers around the roof’s surface. Silky petals rained down over him and her.Tipsy and full of the moment, she rolled around in them and he followed. How ridiculous the staff must’ve thought they were as they made petal angels and cracked up with laughter.Still in their elegant attire, they did breakfast at a small little Cuban café near a deserted section of North Miami Beach. He told her more about his real mom. It was fun to watch his face light up and appear young and fragile. He must’ve spent several minutes just describing her smile and how he used to do the oddest things to get one on her face—wearing her ball gown,
Mia Several hours later, they danced on the rooftop on the highest building in Miami. A woman sang as a man played piano behind her. Strings of tiny white light bulbs hung all over the roof from high poles. It was like we had a small section of the starry sky for ourselves. And the flowers, they flooded the place—bushels of white roses, cream colored lilies, and absolutely a ton of others where she didn’t recognize their names. Mom would’ve loved the attack of full-scented blends mingling in the air.Before taking her to the rooftop, Jax brought her to a designer boutique where the salesperson put together an outfit and convinced him to buy everything she wore tonight, from her high heels to the small ruby earrings dangling from her ear lobe.He even purchased the crimson red silk panties and bra underneath her dress. It took everything in Mia to remind herself over and over that it could all still be a game, all just be a way for him to win.Don’t trust him.While she dressed at
MiaA week later, she had managed to avoid and ignore them both. Not that it had been an easy task. Somehow they discovered where she lived. Every other day one of them or both knocked on her door. I’d been leaving through the back more and more.In the library, her phone buzzed for the tenth time that day. It was Jax or Rhett. She shut it off and returned to reading. She had played a very dangerous game in those two days with those brothers. Even with her mind set on not letting them get in her senses, they still managed to wiggle their way inside.They were fun and spontaneous. And if Mia was straight with herself, the fact that they had money did make our dates more exciting. They spoiled and showed her a good time, but they’d done something else too.They both got her hooked on them. Addicted. She not only wanted to be their lovers, she hoped to be their friends.But they would never be her friends.With their mistreatment to women it would be stupid to think that they could prov







