JaxonI woke up early the next morning, stretching and staring at the ceiling for a while before I got up. My mind was racing with thoughts of Sara, and her reaction to everything last night.I remembered watching Sara as she stomped up the stairs, trying not to chuckle, whether in amusement or exasperation…She was so stubborn sometimes, but then again, that was something I had always liked about her. Maybe too much. That fire and rage in her eyes throughout the evening were far too attractive. Dangerous. She wasn't a child anymore but still....I reminded myself that this was the best option for everyone. Sara would be away from her father, and he wouldn't be able to come in contact with her anymore to ask for money. She could finally stop stifling her potential from having to take care of that fool.It would be hell for me though, to have her so close, actually living together but unable to have her. And Sara thought that I was the one being cruel to her when she was unkno
SaraOut of the three jobs I had, I liked my diner one the most. Weekdays, I'd be working a morning shift at the mall in one of the clothing departments, followed up by an evening shift at the diner—sometimes coming in for the weekend. My last job was working at the bar, where I often had late shifts, three or four days a week. My feet were always tired after working the diner and then the bar. Last night, they'd been killing me.... And then, my father had nearly put the last nail in the coffin.Maybe Mabel's Diner left me with the most hours, but it was still the best job I had in my opinion. Although it required maximum effort, it was the best pay of the three, with good tips and decent company… most of the time. I was relieved that Jaxon hadn't stopped me that morning when I headed out for a double shift at the diner. I'm positive he knew I had never worked both a morning and evening shift before, but I had texted Mabel last night to take on any extra hours that I co
SaraI knew my relationship with Jaxon had been inexplicably changed with our new roles in each other's lives, but this was ridiculous.We were both just sitting in the car as Jaxon drove us back to his mansion, completely silent. There wasn't even music playing. The city's nightlife had toned down by then, and there were fewer cars out. Most of the bars were closing as well, making the streets practically dead. It was literally just us.It was stressful. We used to be unable to stop talking, and even when my crush on him had become more intense and caused Jaxon to pull back, we had still been close, the stretches of silence companionable.Right now, it felt more like they were in some sort of vicious standoff where bullets could go flying at any moment, not in a literal sense since Jaxon would never shoot me. At least, I didn't think so.He certainly made me feel like he would at that moment, though. I hadn't seen him this p*ssed in a long time, and never at me. Why was h
JaxonF*ck. That's what was going through my head the moment Sara straddled me in the car. Just f*ck. There were no other words I could use for this situation, not when my mind was clouded with lust and my body able to feel nothing but Sara's—the way her hips slotted perfectly against mine, her weight against me as she pressed closer. How I got achingly hard in my pants as she rutted against me like the vixon she was. It was the kiss that did me in though, snapping the last of my control and sanity as those soft lips pressed against my own. I wasn't as patient as I made myself out to be, no. I was a greedy man who wouldn't settle for anything but more. There was a reason I had managed to climb to my position in the underworld. I had been ravenous, unrelenting, and that moment wasn't any different. The moment Sara kissed me was all the permission I needed, and my hands rose from her hips, tangling in her hair as I forced her kiss deeper, to make her go at my pace.
SaraThe first couple of days consisted of me giving Jaxon the silent treatment and settling into a routine at the mansion, something I should've done first, but, you know, hindsight.I wasn't exactly in the best place to make sound decisions for myself.Jaxon didn't bother me, even though I thought he would. I did sort of leave him in the car with a hard-on that I caused. I was still p*ssed at him though, and a large part of me thought he deserved to feel uncomfortable.Then came the dreaded weekend, Sunday, when I didn't have a single shift at Mabel's or at the bar even though I begged around to take on someone's shift. That meant I was going to be at the mansion all day for the first time after my argument with Jaxon. He had left me alone, but I didn't know what would happen once we saw each other again. Would we fight? Well, we didn't fight, but the tension was thick when I came downstairs at the wrong time. I'd been eating my meals at Mabel's or having Ron stop at a
SaraI sighed after setting down a box of produce, rolling my shoulders. We didn't usually get late-night deliveries at Mabel's, but we'd been running low on vegetables, and the grocery store down the street was open late and loved bulk orders."Oh, thank you, Sara. That's the last one. You can leave a bit early tonight, let me just sign your paycheck for the month," Mabel told me. "Thanks, Mabel."I headed toward the back of the kitchen where the door was and pulled out my phone, trying to keep out of the way as I texted Ron.Things between me and Jaxon were better. They were still a bit stiff, but we weren't acting like strangers anymore. Jaxon hadn't taken up my offer to sleep together, not that I expected him to, but in a way, it was a little bit disappointing.Then again, I personally felt it was a bit sad that I was willing to sleep with him to live out some depraved fantasy of us actually being together… that and while I was slowly trying to end my crush on him I st
SaraI was eating lunch in my room, trying to psyche myself up for my dinner with Ben. It was less that I was nervous about him and more about me. The last time I had been able to go out and do anything remotely fun or relaxing was when I turned 21, and some of the guys my father had been running with around the time thought I deserved some drinks on them since I was legal.Not that they had cared about laws, but they knew that I was working really hard and couldn't afford jail time or the likes. Good guys, I liked them. They were pretty cool for a bunch of criminals.Dad later burned that bridge and ruined those friendships too, but I got free drinks, a ride home, didn't have to worry about where the f*ck Dad was, and got an extension on one of the debts that needed to be paid off, so all in all, it had been a pretty good night.I learned I didn't care for vermouth though.This dinner with Ben would be the first time I'd gone out in at least a year or two, and I still co
JaxonSh*t. Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t! I pounded my fists on the brick wall in the alley, not caring how bad it hurt. I felt my heart shred to pieces as I watched that asshole Ben's car–the car that he'd just dagged Sara into–fly away into the night. There were so many mistakes I had made in the last twenty-four hours that were now trying to f*ck me over. I kicked the wall a few times out of frustration and leaned against it, whipping out my phone to call Trevon, my assistant for my less than legal work. I needed help with this one, and I needed it now. It would take too much time to find him all by myself, so I activated my f*cking army, so to speak.As much as I would love to hunt that man down myself like the rat b*st*rd he was, I needed a bit more… finesse if I was going to make sure he was permanently taken care of. Not only would my guys find Sara, but she'd never have to worry about him ever again after me and my men got through with him.But even with a gang of men at my beck a