“I’ll take my leave now sir.” Greg offered an awkward bow (his second in just one day), then quietly slipped past her, so Jaxon and Reene could have their privacy.“What's this about me being in possible danger?” She asked, tone dripping from the annoyance that was starting to bubble within.There was a slight softening of his expression, but that didn't apply to how sharp his voice was. “Forget it.”“Forget it?” Her legs moved her in, and immediately, an irritating scent of cigarette filled her nose causing a scrunch of her face.That was also when she caught one resting between Jaxon's fingers, a gold lighter beside a glass of what looked like wine standing on the counter in front of him.As it seemed, he and Greg had been drinking.Who drinks in the kitchen in the middle of the night?She'd have questioned that, if she didn't have more to worry about.“I'm not forgetting anything.” She stopped at a distance between them. “Why am I in danger? What's going on?”“Reene, just forget it
The moment Reene's back was off the door, she was quick to rush to the closet, tossing the towel off her then the bikini before changing into a black panty and flared pink spaghetti handle gown.No way was she ever swimming in Jaxon's mansion again.At least not while there were about fifteen guys in it, and Jaxon being among them.Her eyes fell on the arm he'd applied ointment on, and she couldn't help wrapping her other hand gently around it.Weird how his finger had been so careful touching it.Like he was touching a fragile possession that needed care for.Who knew Jaxon could have that side of him.That sweet side that stayed with her all night because she was having nightmares.The side that assured her protection.The side that promised to be there everytime.She smiled a little.Who knew—‘Shoot, you better stop smiling at the thought of him.'Reene shook her head, dropping her hands before crawling into bed after turning off the lights then placing the duvet over her shoulder
Reene couldn't explain the shock at what exactly was going on at the moment.Jaxon was holding her? And when she was wrapped in nothing but a towel?Really?Her heart rate increased as she was left far too aware of the towel, that her other hand tightened around it like it might slip off any second from now.“Uhm… What are you doing?” She had to ask, the shock not hidden from her tone.“Stay here.” He dropped her hand, then left for his room, while she stood in her state of confusion.‘Stay here'? Normally, she'd not have given heed to that. At least not while in the towel.But curiosity made her stay, because she wondered what could make Jaxon tell her to do so.When she was in a towel?Soon, he was back, an ointment in hand.She stared with a scrunched forehead. “Huh…”“How did you get that injury?” He asked, gesturing to the mark on her hand.The one gotten from that biker's strong grip.It had increased during the last few days and given that part of her skin a new color.She'd a
“I can't believe you dragged me out of the mansion.” Inder groaned, brows drawn in annoyance. “This had better be worth it.”“I need information on someone.” Owen replied in his usual, professional tone.Inder muttered under his breath but didn’t argue. It was his job to always be available, so complaining was just wasted energy.With a sigh, he retrieved his laptop from the bag always over his shoulder and dropped it on the restaurant table. “What's the name?”“Nika,” Owen said, trying not to sound embarrassed. He was pretending this was work-related, but the truth was… he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head. “Nika Thornhart.”Inder’s fingers started typing. “You know, I could be sleeping right now.”Owen ignored him. It was already eleven a.m., anyone should be awake by now. Still, he let the teenager grumble all he wanted.“Can I at least have a beer? Something to get me active and alive?” Inder decided to test his luck.They never gave him alcohol. Always acting like he w
Reene woke up from a nice, nightmareless sleep.With a stretch and a yawn, her eyes decided to open.And Jaxon wasn't beside her, which was probably good, because she couldn't hold back cringing from the she of last night.She'd literally burst into tears in front of Jaxon and Zayne.If it were to be anyone else. Literally anyone, that might be okay , but geez, it just had to be them both.She shook her head, then got out of bed, not bothering to put on any slippers before leaving the room, her arm aching from where the biker had gripped her.It might be swollen.Reene ignored that as she headed to the parlor, expecting to see Jaxon, but instead was greeted by two plates of spaghetti and chopped meat.Her stomach jumped excitedly at the sight of food. It also reminded her that all she'd eaten the previous day was nothing but Anna's cookies.Woah.That explained her hunger.She stared, mouth watering, at the food.Was it smart to just eat in someone else's house when you weren't told
The entire drive back to his cottage, Reene was silent, while Jaxon was a little concerned.Of course it was normal to not want to talk after being attacked, but hers was different.It didn't seem from the attack, but something else.Something triggered from Zayne's beating the biker.Once he parked the car, they both got down.Reene was still in shock at how visually similar Zayne punching the guy was to her dad being beaten.So weird.In fact, everything that'd been happening in her life was weird.The normal life she used to have was gone, and now nothing but weirdness.Jaxon went to unlock the cottage door, entering it without being a gentleman by allowing her in first.Even in her distress, she couldn't help an eye roll before heading in, closing the door behind her.“Go take a shower.” He simply said, then started towards his room. “You can use one of my shirts.”“Uhh… thanks, I guess.”That made him pause to turn to her. “Why are you guessing?”She shrugged. “One never knows if