All Chapters of Becoming My Ex's Hired Girlfriend : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Teyara MoonI slammed Jax's bedroom door open, the heat of furious tears burning behind my eyelids. I forced myself to blink them back, refusing to let my vision blur.Jax was sprawled across the mattress, completely absorbed in a video game. His eyes flicked to me for a fraction of a second before returning to the screen.The sheer indifference of it broke me, and the first sob escaped my throat.He was entirely unbothered by the storm brewing over my life, completely captivated by his console.“How could you do this, Jax?”My voice trembled.He didn't answer, just looked up with a flash of genuine confusion.I yanked my phone from my pocket and shoved the screen in front of his face, showing him the post currently detonating on social media—his latest update.“You actually wrote, ‘Last night was unforgettable. Didn't realize taking a girl's innocence could be that incredible. It was her first time, but she handled it like a pro.’ How could you!”I screamed, the betrayal tearing thro

Teyara MoonMy mind drifted backward, sorting through the wreckage of the past and the reality that my old nightmare was suddenly standing in the center of my present.The first and last names were identical.Unless there was a second Jax Mitchell running around Los Angeles, the man we were meeting tonight was my ex-boyfriend.The very same man I was scheduled to face in a matter of hours.Chloe shook my shoulder gently, a futile attempt to snap me out of the trance.It didn't work.The memories came rushing back with the force of a tidal wave, as sharp and agonizing as if it had all happened yesterday.“Teyara, what’s wrong?” Her voice was laced with genuine concern.“Nothing… it’s fine. I was just… thinking about the dress at the boutique,” I murmured, the lie tasting clumsy on my tongue.She wasn't buying it, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.I quickly flashed one of my practiced, dazzling smiles—the kind that usually smoothed over any awkward situation.I wasn't ready to open up

Teyara MoonI cleared my throat sharply to dissolve the thick, suffocating silence hanging in the room.I had literally just walked in on them fucking each other like dogs in heat, standing by like an audience member while they cumed together. What a fantastic way to initiate a professional contract.The woman scrambled to cover herself, shooting lethal glares in my direction while Jax fumbled to pull his clothes back on.“Who the hell are you and what do you think you're doing in here!” she shrieked, snatching up her shirt and frantically trying to thrust her arms through the sleeves. “What kind of a mad woman just barges into a private residence without knocking like she owns the place!”Her screeching was rapidly wearing down my patience.“The only mad woman I see in this room is the one screaming,” I shot back coldly.She snapped to her feet immediately, entirely forgetting she hadn't yet pulled up her underwear. I fought down the urge to laugh aloud as she caught herself, her fac

Teyara MoonFollowing my pointed jab, Jax transformed into the absolute portrait of docility. By docile, I meant he completely refrained from launching any further snarky remarks in my direction.I diverted my entire attention to his parents, whom I had desperately missed. We had six years of catching up to do, though I had to carefully navigate the conversation to ensure they never discovered I was Teyara.“So, Sandra… what line of work are you in?” his father inquired with genuine curiosity.I offered him a polite, reserved smile before answering.“Well, at the moment, I’m operating as an independent entrepreneur, aggressively saving capital to launch my own business label.”His father smiled warmly at my straightforward response.“That’s truly commendable,” he noted.“You know, Sandra, typically when our son introduces a woman to us, we deliberately make things uncomfortable so they'll leave,” his mother confessed, her expression softening completely. “We always envisioned him with

Teyara I found myself gnawing upon my fingernails, deliberating whether to extend my acceptance toward the employment opportunity before me. There could be no dispute that an augmentation of my finances would never prove detrimental. Having anchored that notion, I composed a reply signaling my agreement to his proposition. Almost instantaneously, he dispatched the particulars of his current whereabouts. I emitted a soft groan, removed my wig, refreshed the application of my cosmetics, and thereafter departed from my residence.Following the prescribed directions, I arrived at a modest bungalow. I rubbed my dampened palms together, then depressed the button of the doorbell.Mere seconds elapsed before he emerged from within.“Your dwelling?” I inquired, as a smile unfurled across his countenance.“Not precisely.” He drew me inward. Without uttering another syllable, he sealed the door behind me, pressing his erect member—straining fiercely against his trousers—directly against my ent