All Chapters of Under His Command : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Jaxon’s POVThe grand ballroom of the gala was nothing short of spectacular, yet it did little to improve my mood. Crystal chandeliers hung like beautiful waterfalls of light, reflecting off the polished marble floors. Tables were set with luxury white linens, followed by arrangements of red roses and gold candlesticks. Guests moved like well-dressed shadows in the low, warm light, their laughter and chatter a distant hum. But for all the beauty, my mind was elsewhere—stuck on the infuriating image of Riley in that damn bar. I almost couldn't get it out of my head and I couldn't help but wonder if I just felt guilty for sending him home for such an insignificant reason.I shook my head slightly, trying my best to sgahe those thoughts away. I needed to focus on this event. It is what's most important.Beside me, my assistant, Natalie, stood nervously, her tablet clutched tightly to her chest. Judging from the look on her face, I could tell she had something on her mind but perhaps

Riley’s POVThe tension in the restroom was thick enough to cut with a knife, and I could feel Jaxon’s eyes burning into me. His gaze was intense—sharp, cold, and entirely unrelenting. I wasn’t about to let him know how much it rattled me, though. After all the nonsense he had put me through, I was beginning to understand why I was starting not to care about him and whatever he does.The truth is, he's just an arrogant bastard who purposely pushes everyone away because he's afraid of being rejected.I wasn't going to let him spoil my evening, especially now that I had singlehandedly managed to secure the partnership of Grey Dynamics and also I'm having a great time talking to Ryan.I chose to let Jaxon's sour attitude roll off my back and not care whatsoever to anything that he might say or do.I straightened my shoulders, trying to appear unfazed as I headed for the urinals. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I was intimidated, even if my pulse was hammering in my ears.

Riley’s POVRyan and I walked side by side, leaving the louder parts of the gala behind. The atmosphere felt lighter away from the crowd, though the distant hum of conversation and occasional bursts of laughter reminded me we weren’t entirely alone. We turned a corner into a more secluded area of the hall, where the lighting was dimmer, and the energy of the party seemed to fade into the background. Just as I began to relax, my attention was caught by a couple standing near a column, locked in a passionate kiss, completely oblivious to the world around them. Ryan noticed them too, and we both froze for a moment before a shared glance broke the silence. “Well,” Ryan said, chuckling softly. “They sure know how to make the most of an event.” I laughed, trying to stifle the sound but failing miserably. “I guess keeping it simple isn’t their strong suit.” Ryan grinned, and the tension that had been lingering since our initial conversation melted away. “If anything, they’re a r

Jaxon’s POVI tightened my grip around Riley’s waist as I half-carried, half-dragged him down the dimly lit hotel corridor. His feet barely stood, and his weight shifted unpredictably as he stumbled and swayed. I could feel my temper flaring with every insult that spilled from his mouth. “You don’t have to do this, you know,” he muttered, his words calm but venomous. “You’re not a knight in shining armor, Jaxon. You’re just… just a soulless bastard who probably enjoys this.” My jaw clenched as I resisted the urge to drop him right there and let him take care of himself. “Keep talking, Riley. It’s only convincing me to leave you laying in the hallway for housekeeping to find in the morning.” He let out a humorless laugh. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Just one more way to remind me how much you despise me.” Despise him? The idea danced in my mind, though I couldn’t quite bring myself to confirm it. Riley had a habit for pressing every button I had, and right now, it was ta

Riley's POV The blinding sunlight creeping through the thin hotel curtains dragged me out of a restless sleep. I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head in a futile attempt to shut out the morning. My head pounded like a drumline, the hangover reminding me of last night’s reckless drinking. As I shifted, I felt warmth beside me. My body stiffened. Slowly, cautiously, I turned my head. Jaxon. Lying naked. In my bed. My heart stopped for a moment as I took in his broad shoulders and perfectly chiseled abs.What the hell was happening ?I couldn't believe he was lying next to me as if he wasn't the same person that I hated just a few hours ago.His face, relaxed in sleep, was almost peaceful compared to the sharp-edged scowls he usually wore. But that serenity didn’t do anything to calm the storm brewing inside me. "I honestly can't believe this" I muttered under my breath, my voice hoarse and dry. I pushed myself up on one elbow, wincing as the blanket slid off my equa