Jaxon "I’m not sure where else to dig, but she has to be getting more support from somewhere," I shouted, banging my hands on the table. "Maybe you're looking in the wrong places," James offered. I glanced at him sideways. "Pray tell, what are the right places?" "Well, you’ve looked at the company. Clearly, you’ve hired a lot of gossiping slimeballs, but none that would go so far as to help Cynthia. The only ones who are hanging around are a singular girlfriend and your mother. That leaves one other factor. Who were the crime lords she had connections with?" "You think she’d resort to organized crime? I mean she was comfortable in that world but to do it without me, against me?""There’s a lot of people who want to see you out of power, Jaxon. Don’t be too surprised. But if we can prove ties to organized crime, you have a winning ticket."I stood hunched over my desk staring at him, waiting for him to reach the punchline. All I wanted was Cynthia out of our lives. I
Sara"See, isn't this nice?" My mom asked, leaning back and closing her eyes. She seemed very fitted to a lavish lifestyle, despite her financial history. "I told you this is what you needed."I giggled to myself. "Well, it’s certainly what YOU needed," I replied. The women working on our toes exchanged a suggestive glance between themselves. I had to admit the scrub felt nice, it was relaxing. Though I wasn’t sure we needed an entire day of spa treatments. "I’m surprised you don’t get this often. Self-care is very important, especially when you’re married to someone like Jaxon." I eyed her curiously. "What does that mean?" I didn’t mean to sound harsh but my words were a little more bitter than I intended. My mom clearly didn’t seem to notice. "Come on, now, I’m just saying he’s a very handsome, rich, and powerful man. You have to be prepared to fight off a lot of women who might tempt him. This helps both with keeping up with him, proving you can be with him, and s
JaxonThings had been calm. I was surprised Cynthia wasn’t starting a violent war. But it seemed the end–or at least the eye–of the storm had come. I felt better each morning knowing I’d wake up next to Sara. I hadn’t realized how much I relied on her comforting presence to start my day. I headed downstairs, leaving Sara asleep in the bed. As I hit the base of the steps I heard voices arguing in the kitchen. I paused and listened carefully, edging as close as I dared. "…I’m doing the best I can! I don’t think you appreciate the delicacy of this situation!" Sloan."She’s your daughter, she’s not going to turn on you. You can push harder than this. It almost seems as if you’re pushing them closer together instead of wedging them apart!" Cynthia. My body went stiff and my breath caught in my throat. There had to be a reasonable explanation. "I think you’re seriously underestimating his love for her. I’ve tried, and he won’t sway," Sloan barked. "Perhaps you’re just not
Sara"So what do we do now?" I asked Jaxon in a dull tone as we sat to enjoy the breakfast he'd made for me.It all looked amazing, but I couldn't bring myself to try any of it, unsurprisingly; I didn't have much of an appetite after the reveal about my mother working with Cynthia. I felt a constant sick, swirling feeling in my stomach every time I reminded myself that whatever my mother had come back for–it wasn't me. Evidently, I was just one big pawn in her game to get… what?"First, we have something to eat," Jaxon said sternly as he piled food on a plate for me and placed it in front of me.I smiled at him warily and picked a fork up. " I don't know that I have an appetite."Jaxon sighed tiredly as he sat across from me with his own plate, picking up his cup of coffee. "I'm sorry about all of this, I wish I could tell you she was here for you."I shrugged and focused on my plate, my mind still racing with all this new information. I felt betrayed, it was as if I'd lost
Jaxon"So, why am I here?" Mother asked as I placed her requested coffee in front of her.She sipped it tentatively and frowned before putting it down and adding more sugar. I rolled my eyes as I watched her and settled into my seat, grabbing Sara's hand for her comfort and to keep me calm."This is about the baby," I said carefully.Mother froze for a second before looking up with a serene smile. "So you're ready to talk about moving forward?"Sara and I exchanged a look, and I couldn't help but smile, slightly smug. "Yeah, something like that."Mother frowned at me, having caught the look between Sara and me. "What do you mean?""My doctor got back to me with the paternity results," I answered, causing her to roll her eyes."So you're ready to accept the truth?" she prodded, picking up her coffee and sipping it happily."He ran the test five separate times in five separate labs, and that's not my baby," I answered with a cold smile, my eyes locked on her face, ready
SaraI hummed to myself happily as I walked into our closet and kicked my heels off, putting my purse down on the ottoman. My life was finally on the up-and-up, and I was enjoying every amazing second of it.I wasn't sure if people at the office had stopped gossiping or if I'd just stopped caring enough to tune in. Either way, I hadn't been hearing annoying little rumors every time I went to work, and it was a welcome relief.Knowing that Jayne was on our side, and having an apology from her, made it that much better. Absolutely nothing could bring me down. On top of that, we had King now! The bulldog puppy greeted me at the door, and I spent some time playing with him and making sure that he had everything he needed.Then, I walked out of the bedroom and wandered toward Jaxon's office. He'd spent most of his time today attending meetings, and I had sorely missed him. I wanted to make him dinner, catch up about the day and then end the night with a bang.My libido had been ou
Jaxon Well, this week had been pretty fucking interesting. Two people made a move against me, and they were both family members. Well, sort of family. Sloan was by marriage and Cynthia was by law, but that was my own stupidity. I had no one to blame but myself for the latter. If I had never laid eyes on that woman again I would have been the happiest man on earth.I was hoping I could still make that possible. Not in the usual way. This wouldn't require a clean-up crew. I was hoping that she could be persuaded to go away on her own. I'd been told I could be very persuasive. I had a way about me. “So what’s the plan,” Sara asked me, her luscious lips begging me to kiss them. “How are you going to do this?” “I got a few ideas,” I told her, kissing her quickly at the light to avoid crashing the Rolls on my way to the meet. “Just follow my lead.” Leon had been looking into the situation for me, and he found out a few things. Cynthia had not been behaving herself. That frie
Sara I held King on my lap for comfort while I listened to the nonsense Cynthia and my mother tried to spin. I was so upset and disgusted that I didn’t know what else to do. In the time I’d gotten to know her, I had come to expect pretty much anything from Cynthia. She was, as my husband liked to put it, a real “piece of work.” But my own mother trying to seduce my husband, that was the last straw. “Don’t you have anything to add, Sara?” my mother asked me, with a note of hostility in her voice. “I thought you of all people should know how much I care about you. How I was only trying to protect you. I want the best for you, honey, and I’m just not sure that this marriage is it.” I couldn't believe she would dare to speak to me that way. She hasn't shown up for years, and she had me believe that she was dead while I spent my time fighting off lowlifes and working off my father’s debt. Then she came back when my life got good, and she tried to mess it all up for me. And I saw he