SaraIt had only been six days, but I was starting to f*cking lose it. Jaxon hardly let me out of my bed except for meals, insisting it was better to 'preserve my strength.' I wanted to punch him every time he repeated bullsh*t the doctor had said. Except for a slight pain in my ribs and a headache at night, I felt fine. I wanted to get out and back to work. While having lunch on one of my allotted visits to the kitchen, one of Jaxon's staff came in to inform me I had a visitor. "A visitor?" I wanted to ask who the hell would be visiting me and know to visit me here, but I just asked the staff to show in my 'guest.' I prepared myself for the worst. I quickly shoved the rest of my sandwich in my mouth and dusted the crumbs off my hands. "Sara?" came a lovely and familiar voice around the corner. I was so relieved to hear and see Lauren. Almost anyone outside of this mansion would have sufficed, but Lauren was the best choice. I had been worried about her since all of this had
JaxonFeeling torn, I paced around my home office. I knew I had no right to refuse to let Sara date. She could date whoever she wanted; she was an adult. But I would stick to doing real background checks and be much more careful when I let her out of the house. I wanted to keep her here where I knew she was safe and I could watch her–protect her. But there was no way I could do that to her. She would object, and most likely try to sneak out and get herself in worse trouble. No, f*ck that. I wouldn't let her risk her life like that. I sighed, exacerbated. I wanted her so f*cking bad, I wanted to keep her safe, always under my watchful eye. I didn't know how to do that in a way she wouldn't object to. She was always so quick to risk her life for the illusion of 'freedom.' I rolled my eyes. I took off my jacket and placed it on the chair before rolling up the sleeves of my shirt and walking up the stairs. I could check on her now and see how she was doing. I could do that much at
SaraI couldn't believe Jaxon was kissing me so desperately. It almost felt like he truly wanted me–needed me. I couldn't handle this. I couldn't handle his harsh words, playing with my life as he did and then playing with my heart like this. I was trying to get over him. I pushed his shoulders with all my might. I knew I wasn't strong enough to really push him off of me, but he moved away at my touch. He looked at me with a wild fire in his eyes and appeared almost… angry, like it was taking all his self-control to hold back from pulling me toward him again. "What are you doing?" I demanded, trying to sound angry. But I didn't feel very angry anymore, just hurt and confused. I locked my jaw into place, refusing to let him see that. I kept my eyes on his. His eyes still looked too wild, too eager. "You wouldn't shut up. I needed to remind you who was in charge here," he answered lowly.I scoffed. Of course. My heart sank, and I realized that he didn't want me the same w
SaraJaxon was not gentle. Every move he made was needy and desperate. He threw me down on the bed before tearing off his shirt and throwing it on the floor. I stared in awe at his bare, rippled chest. He quickly grabbed hold of my shorts and almost ripped them as he pulled them down, tossing them aside, then bent down quickly shoving his face deep between my legs. I screamed out wildly. I reached my hand out and gripped a handful of his hair, pressing him deeper. He let his tongue run over every inch of me. My body went crazy with pleasure–like little electric shocks through me. "F*ck! Jaxon!" I cried out. I could feel myself getting ready to come. I couldn't stop the heat from rising, but Jaxon showed no signs of slowing down. He seemed just as desperate for this as I was. I screamed out and thrust my hips closer to him. He held my hips and pinned me back down holding me hostage to the will of his tongue. I rolled my eyes back and teared at the pillow next to me. I had nev
JaxonSara was laying on her side now away from me. I desperately wished I could know what she was thinking. I laid there letting the sweat and everything else dry against my skin as I tried to even out my breathing. I felt more satisfied than I ever had but somewhat guilty and angry at myself. I knew I couldn't have held out much longer; I knew I wasn't that strong. I would have given in eventually, but I could hardly stand knowing she viewed this as 'just sex'. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. I could hardly stand how beautiful she was. I could feel my body desperately trying to get hard again at the sight of her, but I forced myself to remain calm. She looked like a perfect hourglass laying on her side. Her butt made a mouthwatering heart that led into the small curve of her waist and back up where I could just see the edge of one of her breasts, her thick delicious breasts. Her skin was so soft and delicate. I could still taste her juices on my tongue and savored
SaraMy head was throbbing when I opened my eyes. My body felt worn and tired from all the rough activities the day before. I stretched lightly and felt a sting through my ribs. My arms and legs felt stiff, and I groaned leaning back into my pillow. I threw my arm over to the other side to see that Jaxon was no longer there. I sighed and groaned again. I didn't really expect him to linger and wake up cuddling me. But waking up alone after such a night made me feel like a cheap whore. I felt sore and wounded inside as well. F*ck. I stretched my arm out again and felt a large stack of papers. I sat up slowly and pulled the papers onto my lap. There was a note on top from Jaxon. 'Sara. Here's the information you'll need for the manuscript. I expect to see some real work soon. Jaxon.' I took the note in my hands and crumbled it up, throwing it on the floor. Now, I felt worse than a whore. All the pretending I had done in my mind last night came crashing down on me and buried
JaxonI pinched the bridge of my nose in irritation as I prepared myself to walk into this meeting with the board. I knew it wouldn't be a pleasant conversation, especially with my mother there, pressing in on her unnecessary worries. I rolled my eyes to myself just thinking about it. I pulled my face together as Ron pulled up to the building. I kept my expression tightened and my own irritations tucked away inside. "Thank you, Ron," I stated quietly, pushing open the door and stepping into the bright morning light. I started buttoning my jacket as I walked toward the double doors. The men out front were quick to open them before I had even gotten close. I smiled in reply. For just a moment, my mind drifted back to Sara. I pictured her naked in bed as I had left her, her wild strawberry hair scattered around her face. She was so beautiful, and I desperately wanted to be back there with her. I grunted quietly and pushed that from my mind. I couldn't let myself be distracte
SaraI felt better and relieved being at work. I tied my apron and tried to get back into the groove of things. I would just be working at the diner for now, but that was enough."Sara! You're back!" Lauren exclaimed, moving around quickly to hug me. I winced for a moment when she squeezed too tight around my ribs. The mob doc said they weren't broken anymore, but that they were still bruised and would be sore for a while.... I groaned internally. "Yes, I'm here. Has it been this crazy for a while?" I asked, looking around at the disorder. "Yeah, Mabel hasn't had a chance to hire anyone new since, you know, Ben was… arrested," Lauren answered. She looked truly worried that she was going to upset me. I squeezed her arm with a weak smile. Grabbing the plates from Mark, I moved to carry them to their table. I was going to need a milkshake soon or some sort of caffeine or sugar high. I moved as quickly as I could, rounding the tables and taking orders. I didn't want t