Axel Lancaster My blood boiled with an intensity I could hardly contain as I watched Xena walk away with Asher. The audacity of my own men, laying their hands on her, sent my anger skyrocketing. Storming into Xena's office, my thoughts were consumed by the outrageous incident, ready to confront Asher for his reckless actions. Yet, the moment he explained the situation, my anger took an unexpected turn, shifting to an entirely different target.Returning to my own office, I tried desperately to control the flood of emotions flowing within me. I knew I had to regain my composure before my anger pushed me into making irrational decisions. But it seemed as though my fury had taken on a life of its own, an blaze threatening to consume everything in its path. Violent scenarios played out in my mind, each one more gruesome than the last, imagining payback for those who had dared to disrespect Xena.The notion that my own men could believe they had the right to approach Xena without her cons

Xena Remington After having a long lunch with Zara, where I shared all that had been happening to me lately, the expression on her face was absolutely priceless. She couldn't believe the things these men were capable of and how they were getting away with them.To be honest, I was equally surprised. It's really strange how Asher could openly kill Andrew in broad daylight, right in front of many people and no one bothered to name him. Maybe deep down, they know that the police can't do much about it. It seems like the cops are on the Lancasters' side.I got a text from Axel asking me to come to his house. I was thinking of texting back to decline, but I wanted to be cautious until I'm sure Trent is completely safe and Axel doesn't have any harmful plans.Axel did promise not to do anything to Trent without telling me, and somehow that assurance made me feel like we had an unspoken agreement not to cause trouble. So, to keep that peace, I agreed. I thought to myself that I'll be at the

Xena RemingtonI spent the whole day with a smile on my face, replaying last night's dinner with Axel in my mind. He had been so kind, and being around him felt so effortless. It was a stark contrast to my usual experiences with men, where conversations often felt like a struggle.With Axel, even silence held a certain charm. It was as if we understood each other on a different level, without the need for constant words. I couldn't help but wonder if I had put too much pressure on our interactions initially. Maybe I had rushed into things, hoping for a deeper connection before it naturally developed.As I hummed a tune while cooking my favorite meal, the doorbell started ringing insistently. It was unusual for someone to visit at such a late hour. I speculated it could be Zara, seeking more insights into the Lancasters and our possible strategies to handle them. Or perhaps it was Axel? Panic fluttered in me at the thought of meeting him in my current state—a baggy, bleach-stained T-sh

Xena RemingtonI woke up the next morning feeling a mix of emotions. The events of last night still lingered in my mind, and I couldn't shake off the heaviness that came with it. I knew that the world Axel and I were navigating was far from ordinary, and encounters like the one with Tiffany were a stark reminder of that reality.As I got ready for the day, I couldn't help but replay our conversation in my head. Tiffany's words had stung, even though I tried to brush them off. Her accusations about me being a temporary presence in Axel's life had struck a nerve, igniting my insecurities.Heading to work, I decided to distract myself by focusing on my tasks. Zara was already at the office when I arrived, her face a mix of concern and curiosity. "Are you okay?" she asked as soon as she saw me.I sighed and shrugged. "Last night was... intense. Tiffany showed up at my door drunk and angry. It was a mess."Zara's eyebrows shot up. "Tiffany? As in Axel's ex?"I nodded, recounting the events

Xena RemingtonMy world has been completely upended over the past month. Axel and I have been inseparable, and let's not even start about the physical chemistry between us—it's been like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Yet, amidst all this, we've avoided the deep talks, the serious conversations that make or break relationships. Instead, we've opted for laughter, adventures, and keeping the atmosphere as light as a summer breeze.But there's a whisper in the back of my mind, a voice that refuses to be silenced. It's the voice that asks, "What exactly are we?" and "What's the meaning behind all of this?" I can almost visualize my own overthinking brain armed with a megaphone, ready to disrupt these amazing moments with its nagging questions.For once, I wish I could just let things be. I wish I could allow myself to experience joy without instantly translating it into a series of definitions and labels. It's almost comical how my mind threatens to unravel the very fabric of this newfo