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Riley's POV The car came to a smooth halt in front of the restaurant, its glowing elegance an extravagant display of glass and lights. The sheer elegance of the building was enough to make anyone feel out of place, but I was used to this now—Jaxon’s world of wealth and sophistication had become familiar territory. Before I could reach for the door handle, it swung open, revealing one of Jaxon’s bodyguards standing tall and imposing. His movements were precise, almost rehearsed, as he stepped aside to let me out. “Thank you,” I said politely, stepping onto the almost busy driveway. “Please let the driver know to stay ready. I won’t be too long.” The bodyguard nodded respectfully, his deep voice steady. “Understood, Mr. Matthews" he said.I adjusted my jacket, smoothing down the runples and took a moment to take in the sight of the restaurant. The evening air was delicious, the faint scent of sweet and expensive perfume being carried through the breeze. A valet hurried past,
Riley POV“How can one man be so annoying?” I asked, leaning against the breakroom counter, arms crossed tightly over my chest. My best friend, Chloe, nodded sympathetically, though her eyes were glued to the scene unfolding outside the large office window. Jaxon Steele, our boss and resident tyrant, was doing what he did best—tearing someone down.“You’d think with all that money, he could at least afford some decency,” Chloe muttered, pushing a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear as she watched in disbelief. I shook my head. "Decency and Jaxon don’t belong in the same sentence. He’s all arrogance and cruelty" I said with disdain obvious in my voice.We both stared as Jaxon’s deep, commanding voice echoed across the office floor. The poor guy he was ripping into—Eric from accounting—stood there shaking, his face turning redder by the second. Jaxon was relentless, his tall, muscular frame towering over Eric like a lion about to devour its prey.I hated him. Every fiber of my
Jaxon POVI stood there, fists clenched, jaw tight. Riley’s wide, panicked eyes darted between me and the half-closed door of the restroom, as Eric ran out without so much as a backward glance. Pathetic.Riley’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "I—I’m sorry, Mr. Steele, I didn’t mean to—"“Shut up,” I snapped, the sound of my voice cutting through his stammering. My patience was gone, burnt up by the embarrassment of being interrupted before I’d even had the chance to finish.Damn it.The thrill that had surged through me moments ago was replaced with a wave of cold, hard anger.Eric hadn’t even stayed to finish what he’d started. Coward.I gritted my teeth, turning away from Riley for a second, trying to calm the burning rage beneath my skin. My hands moved fast as I tugged my trousers back on, zipping them up with more force than necessary.I could feel Riley’s eyes on me, and when I glanced up, I caught him staring. Right at my still-hard cock.I raised an ey
Riley POVI lay in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to shake the events from earlier that day.It was ridiculous, really, how my mind kept replaying the scene in the restroom. I should be disgusted, angry even—angry at Jaxon for humiliating yet another employee and then getting off on their misery. But my thoughts kept circling back to what I saw. Jaxon. In that stall. His perfectly sculpted body exposed. The way his muscles flexed, the anger etched across his face as he zipped up his trousers, still erect, like nothing had happened. Like I hadn’t seen the whole thing.And God, that body. My stomach tightened just thinking about it.His cock—large, thick—definitely not something I had expected from someone as cold and vicious as him. And yet, there I was, thinking about it.I shifted uncomfortably, squeezing my eyes shut in frustration. "Why the hell am I thinking about Jaxon’s dick?"I never would’ve pegged him as gay. Not with the numerous beautiful women I’d seen enter
Jaxon POVI stared across the table at the one person I never imagined would be sitting there—Riley Lawson. Of all people, him?"What are you doing here?," I growled, narrowing my eyes at him. He looked just as shocked as I felt, his expression a mixture of confusion and disbelief."What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded once again, folding my arms across my chest. "This is my table. I'm meeting someone."Riley blinked a few times, trying to find his words.His cheeks were already flushed, whether from embarrassment or something else, I couldn’t be sure."I-I’m meeting someone too," he stammered, tugging at the hem of his shirt like he was trying to shrink into himself. "They told me to sit here. Table 5."My stomach twisted, the pieces clicking into place far too quickly for my liking.The guy I had been chatting with on the dating app. The one I’d been exchanging messages with for weeks now. Could it really be…?"Wait." I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing further. "What’s yo
Riley POVI couldn’t sit still. My leg bounced under the desk as I continuously tapped away at my keyboard, but my mind was far from focused on work. The events of last night replayed in my head.Running into Jaxon—my boss—at that fancy restaurant, the horrifying realization that we’d been chatting on that app for weeks… And the things I’d said.I cringed just thinking about it.Sluttycumbottom12.I wanted to bury myself under the office floor just remembering those humiliating conversations.But what was worse than the shame? The fear that Jaxon would fire me. The way I’d stormed out of that restaurant, insulting him in the process… who was I kidding?This was Jaxon we were talking about—he didn’t take well to being disrespected.And now, I was sure I’d be out of a job before lunchtime. My heart raced at the thought.I needed this job. Rent wasn’t going to pay itself, and I had bills stacking up as high as the skyscrapers surrounding our office.Every time the elevator opened, I f
Riley's POV "I agree" I replied reluctantly. "I'll do as you say."As I stared at the ground, a storm of emotions swirled inside me: shame, anger, helplessness. This wasn’t a choice; it was survival. I hated every bit of my decision, yet I had no other choice. Losing my job wasn’t an option, not with the crushing weight of rent and bills hanging over my head. I had worked too hard to let Jaxon ruin it all, yet here I was, at the mercy of a man who took pleasure in watching others squirm."Good decision," Jaxon said with a smug grin, leaning back in his chair. He crossed one leg over the other, folding his arms in that infuriatingly arrogant way he always did. "Though I’m honestly not surprised. You’ve always struck me as someone who knew his place."I clenched his fists behind my back, hiding them from Jaxon's view. I could feel my nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to keep my expression calm. I didn't have the luxury to express my true feelings, not now. I tried to
Jaxon's POV"That reminds me" I began, " You will start your pet duties tonight when you come to my house."I watched Riley’s face shift from disbelief to something close to panic the moment I told him about tonight. “A car will be sent to your place this evening,” I repeated, drawing out each word slowly, watching his reaction with all satisfaction. “I expect you to be ready.”Riley looked like he might faint. He swallowed sliver, his gaze darting away as if he could somehow will himself out of this situation if he just ignored it hard enough. “Tonight?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. His shock was amusing, but I could also see something else in his eyes—a hint of defiance trying to break through the fear. And just as quickly, it vanished.“Yes, tonight,” I confirmed, raising an eyebrow. “Surely you didn’t think we’d waste time. Or is your memory already failing you?” I folded my hands, enjoying every word. “There was a rule in there about obedience, wasn’t there?”Riley’
Riley's POV The car came to a smooth halt in front of the restaurant, its glowing elegance an extravagant display of glass and lights. The sheer elegance of the building was enough to make anyone feel out of place, but I was used to this now—Jaxon’s world of wealth and sophistication had become familiar territory. Before I could reach for the door handle, it swung open, revealing one of Jaxon’s bodyguards standing tall and imposing. His movements were precise, almost rehearsed, as he stepped aside to let me out. “Thank you,” I said politely, stepping onto the almost busy driveway. “Please let the driver know to stay ready. I won’t be too long.” The bodyguard nodded respectfully, his deep voice steady. “Understood, Mr. Matthews" he said.I adjusted my jacket, smoothing down the runples and took a moment to take in the sight of the restaurant. The evening air was delicious, the faint scent of sweet and expensive perfume being carried through the breeze. A valet hurried past,
Jaxon's POV The first thing I became aware of was a soft, persistent voice pulling me from the suffocating depths of unconsciousness. It wasn’t sharp or startling, but it was there—gentle and warm, like a light tug at the edges of my mind. “Jaxon… Come on, Jaxon. It’s time to wake up now.” Alexis. I’d recognize her voice anywhere, even in this hazy void. She was the only one that could annoy me to wake up.I tried to respond, to open my eyes, but my body felt like it was filled with something heavy.My limbs were tight, my chest tight, and even my eyelids refused to cooperate. Still, her voice didn’t falter. “You’re stronger than this,” she said, her tone firm but encouraging. “Riley needs you, Jaxon. We all do. So, wake up already!” That name—Riley. It sparked something in me, like a fire lighting in full force.Slowly, painfully, I willed my eyelids to move. The room around me came into focus, and the first thing I saw was Alexis’s face hovering above mine, her eyes wide
Riley's POVThe quiet of my apartment was a welcome change after the constant hum of the hospital. I didn't have to deal with the relentless beeping of the machines connected to Jaxon and I have to admit, I felt relived that I didn't have to listen to it, even if for just a few moments.It honestly wasn't easy living without Jaxon and I couldn't believe I had become so close to him, so much that I couldn't imagine how my life would have been if we never met.I guess that's what happens with someone takes a bullet for you.I set my bag down and pulled out my phone, intending to check the time, but a text notification caught my eye. It was from Chloe. "Hey, Riley. How’s Jaxon doing?" She asked and I could feel her concern just from reading her short message.I sighed, my fingers hovering over the keyboard before I finally typed out a response. "He’s still in the coma. The doctors don’t know when or if he’ll wake up" I replied, almost feeling like these words have become some kind of
Riley's POVThe steady hum of the machines filled the hospital room, a cruel reminder of Jaxon's fragile state. I sat beside his bed, my fingers holding his hand tightly, as if my touch could somehow bring him back to me. I couldn't deny it, I was actually hoping something like that would happen and finally end this nightmare once and for all.His face was pale, almost as pale as the clean hospital sheets, and the rhythmic beeping of the monitor was the only sign that life still flowed within him. It had been weeks—weeks since he’d taken that bullet meant for me, weeks since he’d fallen into this coma, and weeks since my entire world had come to revolve around this quiet, suffocating room. I sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “Jaxon,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the machines. “You have to wake up. Please. I don’t know how much longer I can do this without you.” There was no response, just the rise and fall of his chest, fixed and unchangin
Riley's POV The moment Jaxon hit the floor, my entire world shattered. I pleaded with him not to go into the light but as I knelt beside him, I could feel his life draining slowly.“Jaxon please don't leave me!” I screamed, holding his head and trying to get him to stay awake. His shirt was soaked with blood, the red stain spreading fast across his chest. My hands trembled as I pressed down on the wound, desperate to stop the bleeding. His eyes fluttered open for a moment, glazed with pain, and he gave me the faintest smile. “Riley…” “Don’t you dare,” I said, my voice breaking. “Don’t you dare leave me, Jaxon. Stay with me.” His breath hitched, shallow and ragged, as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. I pressed harder on the wound, my hands slick with his blood. The warm, sticky sensation made my stomach churn, but I couldn’t afford to think about that now. Arthur stood a few feet away, his face pale and eyes wide with disbelief. He stared at Jaxon as though u
Jaxon's POV The world seemed to tilt on its axis the moment my father pulled the gun from his jacket. Since when did my father carry a gun? This was entirely new to me and I tried my best to process fast what exactly I was stsriiat: the barrel of a loaded gun.Growing up, I have always looked at my father as a man of power, control, and manipulation. He didn’t need weapons—his words alone had the sharpness of blades. But there he was, holding a gun, his face twisted in fury, and the cold metal glinting under the dim light. “Drop the gun, Dad,” I said, my voice calm despite the storm of emotions raging inside me. “This isn’t you. This isn’t how we do things.” His grip tightened around the gun, his knuckles white. “Don’t lecture me, Jaxon. You have no idea what I’m capable of.” Riley’s voice trembled behind me. “Arthur, please… put the gun down. You don’t need to do this.” Arthur’s eyes darted to Riley, his hatred so palpable it felt like a physical force in the room. “Y
Riley's POV The air in the room was suffocating, thick with tension and the undeniable scent of danger. My chest tightened as I glanced around, the four guards surrounding us like wolves circling their prey. My hands trembled, and my legs felt like they might give out at any moment. I had faced enough trials in one day and I was already too tired to even continue another confrontation.I instinctively grabbed hold of the back of Jaxon's shirt as I leaned in closer to him, feeling the intimidating stares from the bodyguards that surrounded us with their huge, muscular bodies."Don't worry, Riley. I've got you. I'll keep you safe" I heard Jaxon say despite the huge amount of tension he was under.I looked at Jaxon as he remained standing in front of me, his broad shoulders squared and his head held high. His body was a solid wall of defiance and determination, shielding me from the menacing gazes of the guards. Although I could feel his intention to protect me, I could tell our s
Jaxon's POV The cold night air felt sharp against my skin as I parked my car far from the house and stepped into the shadows. I kept my eyes on the road ahead to make sure I was a safe distance from where Riley was being held by my father.I checked my phone once again to make sure the tracker signaling Riley was still up ahead was still working despite being a considerably distance from town.I sent Chloe a text, updating her of where I've gotten and told her to be on standby because I had a feeling I might need her.I couldn't tell just how this rescue operation might go and I didn't want to take the risk of putting Riley's life in more danger than it already was.The safe house stood in the distance, surrounded by tall trees and an eerie silence that settled heavily in the atmosphere that almost made me shudder.I took quiet steps as I surveyed the environment to look for a good entry point where I was sure I won't be seen or detected by my father's goons.Thanks to all the James
Riley's POV I laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my fingers brushing against the worn fabric of the blanket beneath me. My mind churned as I tried to piece together where I was and why Arthur Steele would have a place like this. Arthur didn’t seem like the type to hide away in secret locations. He was a man who dominated every room he entered, a master manipulator who controlled people and situations with ruthless efficiency. So why have a place like this? And more importantly, why bring me here? I rubbed my temples, the silence of the room amplifying the questions in my head. My thoughts spiraled, shifting to Jaxon. Was he looking for me? Did he know where I was? The idea that he might be out there, searching for me, gave me a small sliver of hope. My train of thought was interrupted by the abrupt sound of the door unlocking. I sat up, heart pounding, as one of Arthur’s bodyguards entered the room. He was the taller of the two, the one with the annoyed face.He thre