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Jaxon’s POVThe way Riley stood in the kitchen, stubbornly holding his ground against my advances, was maddeningly arousing. Every time I thought I’d gained the upper hand, he found a way to turn the tables, leaving me both frustrated and intrigued. But when he’d laid down his condition—being “in charge”—I hadn’t been able to resist agreeing. The fire in his eyes was worth the challenge. “Come with me,” I said, my voice dropping to a tone I knew he couldn’t ignore. He hesitated for a moment, his lips twitching like he was considering some snarky remark, but instead, he nodded. "Where are we going?" He asked, curiousness etched on his face."Somewhere we can get more comfortable" I replied.I turned and led the way out of the kitchen, aware of his footsteps trailing behind me. The path to my bedroom was silent, save for the soft hum of the estate’s hidden lighting. Riley didn’t say a word, but I could feel his curiosity building. When I opened the double doors to my room and
Riley’s POVThe warmth of the bed should have been comforting, but the moment I opened my eyes, the silence of Jaxon’s bedroom wrapped around me like a cold sheet. I blinked against the dim morning light filtering through the heavy curtains, realizing I was alone. For a second, I thought he might be in the adjoining bathroom, but there was no sound of running water or the hum of his deep voice humming to himself, as I imagined he might. Sitting up, I ran a hand through my hair, trying to piece together the events of last night. My gaze wandered across the room, taking in the exquisite decor again—the soft gray tones of the walls, the sleek modern furniture, the luxurious rug beneath my feet. But Jaxon was nowhere to be found. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, its screen lighting up with several missed notifications. My stomach tightened as I saw Eric’s name pop up repeatedly. "Riley, are you okay?""Why aren’t you answering me?""Seriously, you’re worrying me. Text
Riley’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the glass windows of Jaxon’s mansion as Alexis and I walked out together, the silence between us feeling both heavy and uncertain. My footsteps were slow, hesitant, as if part of me wanted to linger, to listen to the muffled voices I could still faintly hear from the house. The argument between Jaxon and his father had been intense, their voices cutting through the grandeur of the mansion like glass. I couldn’t shake the discomfort I felt. Seeing Jaxon like that—his usual air of control completely unraveled—was unsettling. The man I had thought was untouchable, impervious to weakness, had looked so vulnerable, so human. Alexis led the way, her heels clicking against the smooth driveway. The crisp morning air did little to ease the tension knotted in my chest. “Are you okay?” she asked, glancing back at me. I nodded stiffly, though the truth was far from it. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine,” she said, her voice soft but p
Jaxon’s POVMy father’s voice thundered through the vast living room, his words echoing off the polished marble floors and the towering walls of glass. I stood in front of him, my arms crossed, my expression set like stone. I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flinch. “You think you’re doing well?” he scoffed, pacing back and forth. His perfectly tailored suit only served to add to the sharpness of his words. “You think running the company means showing up when you feel like it and gallivanting with your flavor of the month?” My jaw tightened. “Gallivanting? Is that what you think I’ve been doing?” I shot back, my voice steady but cutting. “You’ve seen the numbers. The company’s profits have soared in the past quarter. I’ve closed deals you couldn’t even dream of. That’s what you should care about, not my personal life.” He stopped pacing and turned to me, his gray eyes cold and unyielding. “Don’t delude yourself, Jaxon. You’re only succeeding because of the fou
Riley’s POVThe soft hum of my phone pulled my gaze downward, my fingers itching to unlock the screen and check for the reply I’d been hoping for all morning. My message to Jaxon sat there, still unanswered. Worse, I saw the small indicator that showed he’d read it. A faint wave of disappointment washed over me, but I quickly tamped it down. It wasn’t anger or even irritation that lingered in my chest—it was understanding. After the scene this morning, Jaxon had enough on his plate. His father’s presence was a storm cloud over his otherwise confident demeanor, and I could only imagine how much worse the pressure must feel behind closed doors. Still, a part of me wished I could just talk to him. Even a simple, “I’m here if you need me” felt like it would make a difference. But the idea of anyone seeing us together and jumping to conclusions was enough to keep me fixed to my desk. Jaxon was already in a delicate situation; the last thing he needed was office gossip adding to his
Jaxon’s POVThe air in my office was thick, suffocating, as my father lowered himself into one of the sleek leather chairs in front of my desk. His every movement was deliberate, his demeanor a blend of calculated calm and unrelenting authority. I could see it in his sharp gray eyes—the storm brewing just beneath the surface. A small, mocking laugh escaped his lips before he looked at me, his piercing eyes boring into my skin. I could tell instantly he wasn't just angry, he was furious."You have got to be kidding me" He said after being quiet for what felt like forever.I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued by his words which seemed alien to me. I wanted to understand what he meant by such things he said, but nothing came to mind."What exactly are you going on about?" I asked. "Do you want to say another derogatory thing about my staff or is there something else wrong I have done that you would happily like to point out?"I remained standing behind my desk, my fingers grippin
Riley’s POVThe tension in the office was palpable as Jaxon’s father stormed out of his son’s office. His face was a mask of rage, his lips pressed into a tight line, and his entourage followed him like shadows, their polished shoes clicking against the tiled floor. I stood frozen by my desk, my heart racing. What had happened in there? It looked like they had just had a very heated exchange and judging from the expression on Arthur's face, I think it's safe to say he lost.I glanced toward Jaxon’s office, half expecting to see him emerge looking triumphant or defeated. But the glass walls revealed nothing except the faint reflection of my curious coworkers whispering among themselves. “Wow,” Chloe murmured from her desk beside mine, leaning closer. “Did you see that? The way he walked out… It’s like he wanted the whole world to know how mad he is. Something’s definitely not right between those two.” I hesitated. Chloe’s knack for digging into drama was almost legendary, but
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
Riley’s POVThe tension in the office was palpable as Jaxon’s father stormed out of his son’s office. His face was a mask of rage, his lips pressed into a tight line, and his entourage followed him like shadows, their polished shoes clicking against the tiled floor. I stood frozen by my desk, my heart racing. What had happened in there? It looked like they had just had a very heated exchange and judging from the expression on Arthur's face, I think it's safe to say he lost.I glanced toward Jaxon’s office, half expecting to see him emerge looking triumphant or defeated. But the glass walls revealed nothing except the faint reflection of my curious coworkers whispering among themselves. “Wow,” Chloe murmured from her desk beside mine, leaning closer. “Did you see that? The way he walked out… It’s like he wanted the whole world to know how mad he is. Something’s definitely not right between those two.” I hesitated. Chloe’s knack for digging into drama was almost legendary, but
Jaxon’s POVThe air in my office was thick, suffocating, as my father lowered himself into one of the sleek leather chairs in front of my desk. His every movement was deliberate, his demeanor a blend of calculated calm and unrelenting authority. I could see it in his sharp gray eyes—the storm brewing just beneath the surface. A small, mocking laugh escaped his lips before he looked at me, his piercing eyes boring into my skin. I could tell instantly he wasn't just angry, he was furious."You have got to be kidding me" He said after being quiet for what felt like forever.I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued by his words which seemed alien to me. I wanted to understand what he meant by such things he said, but nothing came to mind."What exactly are you going on about?" I asked. "Do you want to say another derogatory thing about my staff or is there something else wrong I have done that you would happily like to point out?"I remained standing behind my desk, my fingers grippin
Riley’s POVThe soft hum of my phone pulled my gaze downward, my fingers itching to unlock the screen and check for the reply I’d been hoping for all morning. My message to Jaxon sat there, still unanswered. Worse, I saw the small indicator that showed he’d read it. A faint wave of disappointment washed over me, but I quickly tamped it down. It wasn’t anger or even irritation that lingered in my chest—it was understanding. After the scene this morning, Jaxon had enough on his plate. His father’s presence was a storm cloud over his otherwise confident demeanor, and I could only imagine how much worse the pressure must feel behind closed doors. Still, a part of me wished I could just talk to him. Even a simple, “I’m here if you need me” felt like it would make a difference. But the idea of anyone seeing us together and jumping to conclusions was enough to keep me fixed to my desk. Jaxon was already in a delicate situation; the last thing he needed was office gossip adding to his
Jaxon’s POVMy father’s voice thundered through the vast living room, his words echoing off the polished marble floors and the towering walls of glass. I stood in front of him, my arms crossed, my expression set like stone. I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flinch. “You think you’re doing well?” he scoffed, pacing back and forth. His perfectly tailored suit only served to add to the sharpness of his words. “You think running the company means showing up when you feel like it and gallivanting with your flavor of the month?” My jaw tightened. “Gallivanting? Is that what you think I’ve been doing?” I shot back, my voice steady but cutting. “You’ve seen the numbers. The company’s profits have soared in the past quarter. I’ve closed deals you couldn’t even dream of. That’s what you should care about, not my personal life.” He stopped pacing and turned to me, his gray eyes cold and unyielding. “Don’t delude yourself, Jaxon. You’re only succeeding because of the fou
Riley’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the glass windows of Jaxon’s mansion as Alexis and I walked out together, the silence between us feeling both heavy and uncertain. My footsteps were slow, hesitant, as if part of me wanted to linger, to listen to the muffled voices I could still faintly hear from the house. The argument between Jaxon and his father had been intense, their voices cutting through the grandeur of the mansion like glass. I couldn’t shake the discomfort I felt. Seeing Jaxon like that—his usual air of control completely unraveled—was unsettling. The man I had thought was untouchable, impervious to weakness, had looked so vulnerable, so human. Alexis led the way, her heels clicking against the smooth driveway. The crisp morning air did little to ease the tension knotted in my chest. “Are you okay?” she asked, glancing back at me. I nodded stiffly, though the truth was far from it. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine,” she said, her voice soft but p
Riley’s POVThe warmth of the bed should have been comforting, but the moment I opened my eyes, the silence of Jaxon’s bedroom wrapped around me like a cold sheet. I blinked against the dim morning light filtering through the heavy curtains, realizing I was alone. For a second, I thought he might be in the adjoining bathroom, but there was no sound of running water or the hum of his deep voice humming to himself, as I imagined he might. Sitting up, I ran a hand through my hair, trying to piece together the events of last night. My gaze wandered across the room, taking in the exquisite decor again—the soft gray tones of the walls, the sleek modern furniture, the luxurious rug beneath my feet. But Jaxon was nowhere to be found. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, its screen lighting up with several missed notifications. My stomach tightened as I saw Eric’s name pop up repeatedly. "Riley, are you okay?""Why aren’t you answering me?""Seriously, you’re worrying me. Text
Jaxon’s POVThe way Riley stood in the kitchen, stubbornly holding his ground against my advances, was maddeningly arousing. Every time I thought I’d gained the upper hand, he found a way to turn the tables, leaving me both frustrated and intrigued. But when he’d laid down his condition—being “in charge”—I hadn’t been able to resist agreeing. The fire in his eyes was worth the challenge. “Come with me,” I said, my voice dropping to a tone I knew he couldn’t ignore. He hesitated for a moment, his lips twitching like he was considering some snarky remark, but instead, he nodded. "Where are we going?" He asked, curiousness etched on his face."Somewhere we can get more comfortable" I replied.I turned and led the way out of the kitchen, aware of his footsteps trailing behind me. The path to my bedroom was silent, save for the soft hum of the estate’s hidden lighting. Riley didn’t say a word, but I could feel his curiosity building. When I opened the double doors to my room and
Riley’s POVThe kitchen smelled like heaven. Steam rose from the dishes I’d prepared, carrying the aroma of garlic, herbs, and butter. Despite Jaxon’s constant attempts to distract me, I had managed to finish the meal. But I was exhausted—not from cooking, but from the unrelenting energy of the man watching my every move. “You’re still hovering,” I said, glancing at him as I wiped my hands on a towel. Jaxon was positioned on one of the stools at the kitchen island, his arms folded as he leaned back, looking like he owned the world. Which, technically, he did. The dim lighting of the kitchen caught the sharp angles of his face, making him look even more devilishly handsome. His eyes were locked on me, and I could tell he was planning his next move. “Just enjoying the view,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the plates, intent on ignoring him. “If you’re done being a creep, go set the table. Dinner’s ready.” “Me?” He raised an eyebrow,
Jaxon’s POVThe rich clink of glass echoed in the kitchen as I pulled out a bottle of wine from the rack hidden within the oak cabinet.Not just any bottle, of course—this was the wine, the same vintage Riley had ordered at the restaurant not long ago. Back then, he’d savored every drop, his eyes lighting up with an appreciation that was rare to see. I had made a mental note of that moment, and now, it felt like the perfect time to revisit it. “Recognize this?” I asked, holding up the sleek, dark bottle. Riley glanced up from the vegetables he was chopping, his brow furrowing before his gaze landed on the label. His eyes widened, and he straightened, wiping his hands on a towel. “Wait. Is that... the wine from the restaurant?” I smirked, pleased by his reaction. “It is. And,” I said, opening the cabinet door wider, revealing the neatly arranged row of identical bottles, “I’ve got twelve more where this came from.” “Twelve?” Riley’s voice pitched higher in disbelief. He wal