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Riley's POVThe taxi pulled up to the luxury hotel, its glass walls glittering under the cityâs nightlights. I swallowed hard as I stared at the place. Of course, Jaxon would stay in a hotel this extravagant. Everything about him screamed money, power, and arrogance, and I was walking right into his world once again.Holding my phone in one hand, I pushed through the revolving glass doors and stepped into the lobby. The polished marble floors gleamed under my worn sneakers, and the receptionist behind the massive desk offered me a polite but distant smile as I approached.âGood evening. How can I help you?â she asked, her tone professional.I cleared my throat, feeling uncomfortably out of place in my simple jeans and jacket. âIâm here to see Jaxon Steele. Could you tell me which room heâs staying in?âHer brows lifted slightly, her trained composure faltering for just a second at the mention of Jaxonâs name. That was the kind of presence he commandedâeven his name made people pa
Jaxon's POVThe tension in the air was palpable the moment Riley had stepped into the room. His shoulders were stiff, and his jaw was set tightly, though his eyes darted around the suite as if he were looking for an escape route. It was pathetic, reallyâhow easily he was undone by the weight of my presence. A flicker of amusement curled at the edges of my lips, though I quickly masked it with the cold, impenetrable demeanor Iâd perfected over the years. Riley was like a tightly coiled spring, his nervous energy radiating off him in waves. The effect was intoxicating. It wasnât the first time Iâd seen fear flicker in someoneâs eyes because of me, but with Riley, it was different. It wasnât just fear; it was uncertainty, vulnerability, and an undeniable spark of something deeper. Something he couldnât quite name but that I knew all too well.âDo you have any idea how long Iâve been waiting?â I said, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "You know I hate waiting for an
Riley's POVI didnât understand what was happening.Jaxonâs lips were on mine again, rough and unrelenting, his hands anchoring me in place as though I might disappear. I wanted to fight him, to push him away and demand answers, but my body betrayed me. Every nerve ending was alight, every touch sending sparks through my skin. I hated him. God, I hated him so much. And yet, I couldnât bring myself to stop him. âRiley,â he murmured against my lips, his voice low and possessive. âYouâre mine. No one elseâs. Remember that.âI shook my head weakly, trying to deny his words even as my chest heaved from the intensity of his kiss. âIâm notââ I started, but he silenced me with another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my stomach twist with an emotion I refused to name.âYou are,â he growled, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with me. His gaze was dark, burning with an intensity that made my breath catch. âYou belong to me, Riley. No one else. D
Jaxon's POV When it was over, as we lay tangled together in the aftermath, Riley turned his head away from me, unable to meet my gaze. It didn't take much from me to know that he had no desire of letting me see how much this had affected him, how much I had gotten under his skin.âRiley,â I said, my voice soft, almost gentle. He didnât respond. He couldnât. Instead, he closed my eyes, willing himself to forget, to pretend that this meant nothing. Because if he let it mean something, if he let himself feel, he knew he would never recover.But I didn't care about his internal battles because I was already facing one myself.The room was quiet now, except for the soft rustling of clothes and the distant hum of the city beyond the hotel window. Riley was at the foot of the bed, his back to me, slipping on his shirt with deliberate care. I found my eyes drifting to him, studying the gentle curve of his spine, the way his slim frame moved with unconscious grace. His hair, still slight
Riley's POV The soft hum of the vacuum cleaner vibrated through the air as I dragged it across the worn carpet of my small living room. It was a weekendâmy supposed time to unwindâbut my mind refused to cooperate. Each stroke of the vacuum brought back the memory I had been fighting to suppress all week. Jaxon and his arrogant ass.The name alone made my jaw tighten as floods if memory came rushing back into my head.I switched off the vacuum abruptly, letting out a frustrated sigh. My efforts to shut everything about him had been in vain.It wasnât just his arrogance or his constant belittling of me that got under my skin. No, it was the way he had invaded my lifeâand my thoughtsâso completely. I sank onto the couch, rubbing my temples. Just thinking about him was stressful enough.That night in his hotel room played in an endless loop in my head. His touch, his kiss, the way heâd completely consumed me. And then, just as quickly, his cold dismissal. âWhy do I let him get to
Jaxon's POVThe vibrant lights of the amusement park blurred into a mixture of chaos around me. Childrenâs laughter mixed with the distant hum of rides, while the sweet aroma of cotton candy and popcorn clung to the air. Yet, none of it reached me. I actually wished I was extremely far away from here instead pf having to go through the agony of watching people have fun.âJaxon,â Alexis said, nudging me with her elbow. âYou look like someone dragged you here against your will. Try smiling for once.â I raised an eyebrow as I stared at her."You did actually" I replied. "You dragged me out here even when I told you I had no desire, whatsoever, to be in this hellhole." "Don't sound like that. You make it seem like you're depressed or going through something" She said, a concerned look on her face.I cast her a sidelong glance, the corners of my lips twitching slightly. âIâm fine, Alexis.â âYou call that fine?â she retorted, narrowing her emerald-green eyes at me. âYouâve got your
Riley's POV I couldnât believe my luckâor lack of it. The day had been going so well until Eric had dragged me into this ridiculous situation. What were the odds that Ericâs old college buddy would be Jaxon's friend? Worse, what were the odds that weâd all have to spend the rest of the day together? This made me hate every minute I spent in this place just trying to calm myself and pretend like everything I good.I glanced over at Jaxon, who walked a few paces ahead with Alexis. Even when he wasnât trying, his presence was commanding. The amusement parkâs colorful lights and playful chaos seemed to dim in comparison to his dark aura. He wasnât even trying to enjoy himself. If anything, he looked like heâd rather be anywhere else. Same, Jaxon. Same.âIsnât this great?â Ericâs voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He was smiling, his expression genuinely excited. "Isn't what great?" I asked, absentmindedly and I felt bad when I saw his smile falter just a bit."Isn't it great
Jaxon's POV Alexisâs laughter echoed in my ears as the roller coaster roared to life in the distance. I clenched my fists, willing myself not to explode. She always managed to test my patience with her antics, but today she was especially insufferable. Pairing me with Riley? That was no accident. Sheâd done it purely to amuse herself. Act your age for once, Alexis.âSomething funny?â Riley asked, his voice tight with irritation as we remained seated and the ride went on.âNothing,â I replied sharply, glancing toward Alexis and Eric. I could see them. They were chatting animatedly, as though their decision to stick me with Riley had been the most natural thing in the world. I didn't like this ride and I prayed for it to stop so I can get off and go home to spend the rest of the day alone, or more preferably, making love with some stranger on the app.Riley shifted beside me, clearly uncomfortable. I hated the way he always seemed on edge around me. It was as if he expected me
Riley's POV The car came to a smooth halt in front of the restaurant, its glowing elegance an extravagant display of glass and lights. The sheer elegance of the building was enough to make anyone feel out of place, but I was used to this nowâJaxonâs world of wealth and sophistication had become familiar territory. Before I could reach for the door handle, it swung open, revealing one of Jaxonâs bodyguards standing tall and imposing. His movements were precise, almost rehearsed, as he stepped aside to let me out. âThank you,â I said politely, stepping onto the almost busy driveway. âPlease let the driver know to stay ready. I wonât be too long.â The bodyguard nodded respectfully, his deep voice steady. âUnderstood, Mr. Matthews" he said.I adjusted my jacket, smoothing down the runples and took a moment to take in the sight of the restaurant. The evening air was delicious, the faint scent of sweet and expensive perfume being carried through the breeze. A valet hurried past,
Jaxon's POV The first thing I became aware of was a soft, persistent voice pulling me from the suffocating depths of unconsciousness. It wasnât sharp or startling, but it was thereâgentle and warm, like a light tug at the edges of my mind. âJaxonâĶ Come on, Jaxon. Itâs time to wake up now.â Alexis. Iâd recognize her voice anywhere, even in this hazy void. She was the only one that could annoy me to wake up.I tried to respond, to open my eyes, but my body felt like it was filled with something heavy.My limbs were tight, my chest tight, and even my eyelids refused to cooperate. Still, her voice didnât falter. âYouâre stronger than this,â she said, her tone firm but encouraging. âRiley needs you, Jaxon. We all do. So, wake up already!â That nameâRiley. It sparked something in me, like a fire lighting in full force.Slowly, painfully, I willed my eyelids to move. The room around me came into focus, and the first thing I saw was Alexisâs face hovering above mine, her eyes wide
Riley's POVThe quiet of my apartment was a welcome change after the constant hum of the hospital. I didn't have to deal with the relentless beeping of the machines connected to Jaxon and I have to admit, I felt relived that I didn't have to listen to it, even if for just a few moments.It honestly wasn't easy living without Jaxon and I couldn't believe I had become so close to him, so much that I couldn't imagine how my life would have been if we never met.I guess that's what happens with someone takes a bullet for you.I set my bag down and pulled out my phone, intending to check the time, but a text notification caught my eye. It was from Chloe. "Hey, Riley. Howâs Jaxon doing?" She asked and I could feel her concern just from reading her short message.I sighed, my fingers hovering over the keyboard before I finally typed out a response. "Heâs still in the coma. The doctors donât know when or if heâll wake up" I replied, almost feeling like these words have become some kind of
Riley's POVThe steady hum of the machines filled the hospital room, a cruel reminder of Jaxon's fragile state. I sat beside his bed, my fingers holding his hand tightly, as if my touch could somehow bring him back to me. I couldn't deny it, I was actually hoping something like that would happen and finally end this nightmare once and for all.His face was pale, almost as pale as the clean hospital sheets, and the rhythmic beeping of the monitor was the only sign that life still flowed within him. It had been weeksâweeks since heâd taken that bullet meant for me, weeks since heâd fallen into this coma, and weeks since my entire world had come to revolve around this quiet, suffocating room. I sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. âJaxon,â I whispered, my voice barely audible over the machines. âYou have to wake up. Please. I donât know how much longer I can do this without you.â There was no response, just the rise and fall of his chest, fixed and unchangin
Riley's POV The moment Jaxon hit the floor, my entire world shattered. I pleaded with him not to go into the light but as I knelt beside him, I could feel his life draining slowly.âJaxon please don't leave me!â I screamed, holding his head and trying to get him to stay awake. His shirt was soaked with blood, the red stain spreading fast across his chest. My hands trembled as I pressed down on the wound, desperate to stop the bleeding. His eyes fluttered open for a moment, glazed with pain, and he gave me the faintest smile. âRileyâĶâ âDonât you dare,â I said, my voice breaking. âDonât you dare leave me, Jaxon. Stay with me.â His breath hitched, shallow and ragged, as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. I pressed harder on the wound, my hands slick with his blood. The warm, sticky sensation made my stomach churn, but I couldnât afford to think about that now. Arthur stood a few feet away, his face pale and eyes wide with disbelief. He stared at Jaxon as though u
Jaxon's POV The world seemed to tilt on its axis the moment my father pulled the gun from his jacket. Since when did my father carry a gun? This was entirely new to me and I tried my best to process fast what exactly I was stsriiat: the barrel of a loaded gun.Growing up, I have always looked at my father as a man of power, control, and manipulation. He didnât need weaponsâhis words alone had the sharpness of blades. But there he was, holding a gun, his face twisted in fury, and the cold metal glinting under the dim light. âDrop the gun, Dad,â I said, my voice calm despite the storm of emotions raging inside me. âThis isnât you. This isnât how we do things.â His grip tightened around the gun, his knuckles white. âDonât lecture me, Jaxon. You have no idea what Iâm capable of.â Rileyâs voice trembled behind me. âArthur, pleaseâĶ put the gun down. You donât need to do this.â Arthurâs eyes darted to Riley, his hatred so palpable it felt like a physical force in the room. âY
Riley's POV The air in the room was suffocating, thick with tension and the undeniable scent of danger. My chest tightened as I glanced around, the four guards surrounding us like wolves circling their prey. My hands trembled, and my legs felt like they might give out at any moment. I had faced enough trials in one day and I was already too tired to even continue another confrontation.I instinctively grabbed hold of the back of Jaxon's shirt as I leaned in closer to him, feeling the intimidating stares from the bodyguards that surrounded us with their huge, muscular bodies."Don't worry, Riley. I've got you. I'll keep you safe" I heard Jaxon say despite the huge amount of tension he was under.I looked at Jaxon as he remained standing in front of me, his broad shoulders squared and his head held high. His body was a solid wall of defiance and determination, shielding me from the menacing gazes of the guards. Although I could feel his intention to protect me, I could tell our s
Jaxon's POV The cold night air felt sharp against my skin as I parked my car far from the house and stepped into the shadows. I kept my eyes on the road ahead to make sure I was a safe distance from where Riley was being held by my father.I checked my phone once again to make sure the tracker signaling Riley was still up ahead was still working despite being a considerably distance from town.I sent Chloe a text, updating her of where I've gotten and told her to be on standby because I had a feeling I might need her.I couldn't tell just how this rescue operation might go and I didn't want to take the risk of putting Riley's life in more danger than it already was.The safe house stood in the distance, surrounded by tall trees and an eerie silence that settled heavily in the atmosphere that almost made me shudder.I took quiet steps as I surveyed the environment to look for a good entry point where I was sure I won't be seen or detected by my father's goons.Thanks to all the James
Riley's POV I laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my fingers brushing against the worn fabric of the blanket beneath me. My mind churned as I tried to piece together where I was and why Arthur Steele would have a place like this. Arthur didnât seem like the type to hide away in secret locations. He was a man who dominated every room he entered, a master manipulator who controlled people and situations with ruthless efficiency. So why have a place like this? And more importantly, why bring me here? I rubbed my temples, the silence of the room amplifying the questions in my head. My thoughts spiraled, shifting to Jaxon. Was he looking for me? Did he know where I was? The idea that he might be out there, searching for me, gave me a small sliver of hope. My train of thought was interrupted by the abrupt sound of the door unlocking. I sat up, heart pounding, as one of Arthurâs bodyguards entered the room. He was the taller of the two, the one with the annoyed face.He thre