16. Mistake

Jaxon

I’m smirking as I leave my office, my mind still buzzing with the memory of Nina, her scent lingering in the air like a fucking drug. I can still feel the way her body trembled under my hands, the way she begged for me, needed me. There’s a certain satisfaction in knowing I’ve still got that effect on her, even after everything.

I pull my keys from my pocket, ready to get out of here, when my phone rings. Groaning, I glance at the screen.

Mom.

Of course.

I hit answer, already knowing this is going to be a headache.

“What’s up?” I say, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. It’s late, and the last thing I need right now is one of her lectures.

“Jaxon,” she says, her tone already dripping with that motherly disapproval I know too well. “What’s happening? Scarlett’s upset.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Mom, why the hell are you calling me this late? I’m not dealing with this right now.”

“Well, I was just at Scarlett’s house for dinner,” she continues, ignoring me like al