All Chapters of Mommy, I found us a Daddy for Christmas : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"You're staring."I whipped my head away so fast, my neck almost cracked."I'm not," I mumbled, but the heat rising up my cheeks betrayed me.Olivia, my best friend, and unfortunately, an expert at reading me, let out a low chuckle. "Uh-huh. Sure. And I'm the Queen of England."I glared at her, but my eyes betrayed me again, flickering back to the scene just across the bar.Jaxon was leaning against the counter, his posture easy, relaxed. And right next to him—far too close for my liking—was a woman.She was stunning.Long dark hair, tight dress that hugged her curves, and a smile that could probably bring a man to his knees.Jaxon wasn't on his knees, but he was smirking. That damned smirk. The one that curled my stomach and made my fingers itch to either slap him or kiss him senseless.I settled on tightening my fingers a little too tightly around my glass."Jealous?" Olivia sing-singed, nudging me with her elbow."No," I snapped. Then softer, "It's just. weird, that's all.""What's

I can’t believe this. I’ve been walking around for days now, stewing over the threats, over the shadows that keep lurking in the back of my mind. It’s one thing to have a nameless enemy. But to face it head-on, to stand face to face with the person who’s been pulling the strings? That’s something else entirely.“Jaxon, you’ve got to think about this carefully,” Emily says, her voice just shies of pleading. “You can’t just go in there, guns blazing.”I freeze, pivoting to her. My fiancée, my anchor. She's concerned, I can tell by the furrowing of her brow, the trembling of her hand as she tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Emily always worries. But I couldn't back down now. Not when it's him. Not when it's Cameron.He threatened you, Emily. He threatened Sophie, I reply, my voice low but firm. This isn't something I can just let go of.She sighs, stepping closer. "I know. But Jaxon, this isn't just about us anymore. This. this is about everything. The company. Your legacy.My l

The house is quiet, too quiet. I can hear Isabel in the kitchen, the soft clinking of pots and pans. It should comfort me, but tonight it doesn't. I am pacing. Restless. Too many thoughts, too much tension in my chest. I have been surviving in a daze for too long, wrapped up in all the things to be done, the fights I need to fight, the enemies I need to destroy. In this now, surrounded by this place we have forged together, something else overtook the air. Something. else.She walks into the living room, her presence as natural as the air I breathe, but somehow, it feels new. She meets my eyes, and in that moment, there's this pause, like somehow, both of us are trying to figure out a way forward, a way to close the gap between us that's been growing these weeks.I'm done running, done with the games that never end. I've been telling myself for so long I needed to keep my distance, that I couldn't afford to get too close. Not with everything going on. But the way she looks at me, I re

"Jaxon, we need to talk," Isabel called from the living room, finally breaking the tense silence that had been building in the air since morning. She was pacing up and down, wringing her hands at her blouse edges. I could feel she was as nervous as I was.I didn't need to ask why she looked so ill at ease; I already knew. The weight of everything that was happening, the betrayals, the threats-it had all taken a toll on both of us. We were getting too close to the truth, and that meant things were about to get a whole lot worse.I turned away from the window, the city skyline stretching out before me, oblivious to the chaos about to unfold. "What's going on, Is?" I asked, keeping my voice low, trying to mask the urgency I felt beneath the surface.She stopped pacing and turned to me, her eyes searching mine for answers I didn't have. "Jaxon, I've been thinking. We're at the point of no return. Whatever happens next… I don't know if we can control it."I nodded grimly. "I know. It feels

"I'm serious, Jaxon. I'm not sitting on the sidelines while you do all the dirty work," Isabel's voice cut through the tension in the room. Her arms crossed in defiance, her eyes challenging me to argue. Again.I rubbed my hand over my face, worn out, as it weighed upon me. She knew it well-the time pressure, with events spiralling minute by minute-and damn it all to hell if I wanted her near this fight, not while things were this complex."I'm not asking you to sit back, Isabel," I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. "I'm asking you to stay out of harm's way."She snorted, stepping closer, uncowed. "Stay out of harm's way? Jaxon, you think you can just keep me in a bubble? That's not how I work. You know that."I opened my mouth to reply and then didn't. I knew, in that instant in my life, no matter how much I might want to keep her safe, she just wasn't going to let me. She never had.Her eyes shone with that same stubborn determination-the one that had always draw