Many thoughts are taking over my mind at a rapid pace and although I try as best as I can to block them out, it's nearly impossible. Within not even the last twenty minutes so much has been said and has happened. Mr. Edwards spilled out so many of his emotions for me and wore them right on his sleeve, so unexpectedly, and he had told me straight up how he misses the old me. Who would have thought this conversation with him actually would have taken place? I never would have expected that all of those meaningful words would come out of his mouth out of all people.
I've never been more confused and mentally unstable in my entire life and this is most certainly a fact. Jaxon has thrown me yet for another loop and has made it perfectly clear that he wants to get the old me back, the girl who actually felt emotions and cared, but I know that it will be impossible for that to occur. I've been broken and hurt by him far too extreme for him to suddenly assume he will be able to pull me back to him. I'm alright with this new me and I've never felt better, because without feelings comes nothing. Absolutely nothing, just the way I officially prefer to feel.
Mr. Edward's tightly grabs onto my waist by wrapping his arm around my hip, which pulls me against the side of his body as close as he possibly can. After what just took place back there beside the ladie's room he seems to be very protective over me. What exactly did happen to begin with? I walk out of the restroom and a stranger pulls me to the side, a man I've never met before, and he treated me as if I was an object that belonged strictly to him. I've never felt so helpless and terrified in my life and right when I needed to be saved, Jaxon came out of nowhere like my knight in shining armor.
Thinking back to everything that took place in less than a few minutes ago really breaks me down emotionally because I'm so clueless and I feel as if I'm missing something. I'm missing an important piece to the puzzle here and I have a gut feeling that something isn't quite right. Nothing seems to make any sense about the confrontation we both experienced with that frightening man, and I assumed Jaxon has never met him before in his life until those shocking words came from his mouth.
My Dominant gave no thought or hesitation before he punched him in his face, simply because I had been called a whore. I've been called worse names than that but for some reason hearing that really upset Jaxon more than I would have expected it would. Right as we were about to leave is when the man used the word, again. Nice to run into you again, Jaxon. What could have that meant? Even though Jax seemed like he was confused I still can't help but feel uneasy about that statement, because the way the stranger came out with it was so real.
Without giving it any more thought, the both of us walk towards the large wide doors where a man dressed in a fancy uniform opens them for us with great pleasure. The moment we walk through the doorway and make our way outside into the warm air and under the dark sky, I lift my head without hesitation and suddenly my heart drops into my stomach. Standing possibly only ten feet in front of us at the most are a countless amount of reporters with many cameras, everywhere.
"Oh, fuck." Jaxon breathes out in nothing but horror and concern, but at this moment I don't have the slightest clue why.
Until I realize that the paparazzi most definitely must be here for him. Jaxon Edwards, millionaire, successful CEO of tons of companies from all over the country, and of course they're here to stalk his personal life just like they do to everyone else who is well known. My heart pounds rapidly and I instantly lose my breath just because of the fact that I am with him right now! The worst thing that could ever happen to me is to have my picture taken because I cannot stand attention, and especially not such publicity that this could turn out to have.
Everything seems to be alright until their heads suddenly turn and they notice him standing here, and without any hesitation all hell breaks lose. They rush to us practically all at once, a big army of photographers and even news reporters as flashes begin to occur in front of us. Before I can even realize what Jaxon is doing, I hold up my hands and try desperately to block as much of my face that I possibly can, and then Mr. Edwards drapes his suit jacket over my head.
"Just look down, Sasha. Stare at the ground and walk fast," He softly speaks into my ear, and I immediately do as he says. I feel him holding onto me as I firmly grip the side of his jacket to cover my face and fortunately, it works, while I keepy my focus right on the ground. He starts to walk with me in a fast pace and so many people talk at once that is makes it almost impossible to make out what any of them are saying, but some lines stand out.
"Mr. Edwards, who is this woman you are with?"
"Jaxon Edwards, would you care to share with us if you're now in a relationship?"
"Why are you trying to hide the fact that you're officially dating?"
"Who is this young lady, Mr. Edwards?"
An unimaginable amount of questions are shouted out to him and even though my attention is only on my heels as I walk, I'm still able to see the flashes coming from all different directions. Jaxon doesn't say a single word or makes any statements or responses to any of the reporters, and eventually it's clear that we're at the hummer limo thankfully here to pick us up. The door opens and he gently pushes me towards it, helping me inside as I climb all the way in so there's no possible way for me to be seen by anyone from the heavily tinted windows.
Jaxon doesn't get inside like I expect him to, though. "I'm on business with my personal assistant, that is all. Have a good evening." He formally but rudely makes his statement before hopping into the limo and loudly closing the door.
I watch him as he sit down in the seat beside the door, and instead of him making his way closer to me he simply stays right where he is. Staying silent, an intense state of quietness fills the space around us and it makes me slightly uncomfortable because of how let down and upset he now looks. He shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers, squeezing his eyes shut while releasing a sharp breath. At this point, I'm at loss for words and I don't know what to say to him to make this situation any better.
"I deeply apologize about that." His voice comes out husky and barely audiable, making it obvious that he doesn't really know what to say to make things better either. "I had no idea that the paparazzi were going to be here. This usually never happens to me anymore. I'm absolutely clueless as to how they could have possibly known I was going to be here."
"No, it isn't fucking okay. Nothing about this goddamn evening is okay. All I wanted to do was take you out and make you have an incredible night, but quite frankly this didn't happen. Everything is fucked up! That son of a bitch put his hands on you and I wasn't there to protect you in time, and then as soon as we step out of the door these people basically surround us. I am so fortunate that I thought of using my jacket to hide you. I hope it worked, Sasha, I truly do. The last thing I would want to happen is to have you feel uncomfortable with having your picture taken and most likely posted all over the internet. We're very thankful that you were hidden. I can't believe they knew I was here! This doesn't make any sense to me. I'm. . . I'm dumbfounded right now."
All of this races through him in one breath, and he seems so concerned for not even himself, but mostly for me. "It's alright. You hid me. They won't know what I am," I softly say.
Suddenly he glances up and his eyes lock with mine. "What, you are? What is that supposed to mean? You're not an object, Sasha, you're a person. Who you are, not what. I can't stand it when you speak about yourself in such a negative and downgrading way. You're a wonderful and beautiful woman. Amazing inside and out. You should never forget that," Mr. Edwards tells me, but with caution.
"Thank you," I dryly reply, swallowing hard before dropping my gaze to my lap.
Trying so hard with everything in me, I want to look as if I'm untouched by everything that has happened, but it's been a long and confusing night for me so I can't help myself. When I least expect it Jaxon is making his way towards me and he sits on the comfortable leather seat beside me, and within a second his arm is tightly wrapped around me. He rests his warm hand gently on the side of my head while his other one pulls my small body much closer to him, and it's very clear that he's trying to comfort me as best as he can.
My cheek rests against his shoulder and he lightly cups the hand that's not pressed against the side of my head onto my linked hands on my lap. Jaxon and I stay comfortably in this position for the entire ride back to his mansion in nothing but complete silence. Eventually we make it back and I thank his friendly driver, and it isn't long before we're finally inside the house all alone with nobody else besides each other. The moment I ask him if I can go take my shower now before bed is when he shocks me by telling me that he has different plans for me.
Jaxon takes me through his bedroom and it has my heart leaping up to my throat from the suspense that I'm overcome with, until I realize he's only taking me to his bathroom. The moment I step inside, nothing but awe and surprise consumes my body. There is a unique designed chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling, the walls are tiled until we walk further inside and I realize that there's a different section where he is taking me to. There's a big arched doorway that is entirely made up of stone, almost giving the effect that this is a seperate room to this fabulous and huge bathroom, and the walls happen to also be made out of stone as well.
The ceiling is wooden and right to the left is the most amazing bathtub I have ever laid my eyes on in my whole life. It is so big, long and wide, and it almost resembles a jacuzzi because of the way it's designed and from the size of it. It's absolutely insane in here and as my mind begins to wonder finally I snap out of it and I know that there must be a reason why he has brought me here. My gaze instantly drifts from the beautiful room over to Jaxon, only to noice the intense stare he's giving me.
"I feel like taking a hot and relaxing bath." He barely lets out, raising an eyebrow. "Join me?"
I swallow down the lump I've build up in my throat and nod in reutrn. "Alright," I mutter.
Jaxon leaves my side and leans close to the bath to turn on the water, then he slips out of his black dress shoes and moves them to the side near the wall. Once he's poured something into the tub, possibly soap, is the second I realize it must be to obviously make bubbles. He quickly turns his head and his light blue eyes set on my blank face, before he glances away and undoes the top button to his collar longsleeve white shirt. Not knowing what to do with myself, he becomes still and drops his hands to his sides while he stares into my widened eyes in absolute silence.
It's at this very moment when I get the point and slowly walk up to where he's patiently waiting. I lift my hands and carefully undo his buttons and I know that he's keeping his focus right on my face and nothing else. As soon as I'm finished our eyes connect in a crazy staredown and he stays perfectly motionless before me so I take my time sliding his shirt down his broad and firm shoulders, gliding it slowly down his strong arms as it falls lifelessly to the tiled floor.
I undress the rest of him and then he does the same to me, taking me by surprise a bit because usually he makes me do it instead while he watches me. It's not long before the bathtub is filled, we're both standing naked beside one another, and then eventually we're both in the steaming hot but relaxing water. My back is leaning against one side of the tub while he's the same way on the opposite side, and it's such a strange feeling because we're not even speaking.
"Damnit! I want you, Sasha. I need to fuck you, now."
Within a blink of an eye Jaxon reaches down into his pants pocket and retrives a foil packet, tears it open, and slides it on his long length, holding his cock in his hand while gazing into my eyes. I admit to myself mentally how badly I'm longing for him, too. Before I know it he grabs my waist and pulls me over to him, sitting me on his lap so I'm straddling his waist. He wraps his muscular arms around my back holding me tightly, making sure I'm as close to him as I could possibly get. His large smooth hands make their way down to cup my ass as he lifts me up and presses his hard erection against my wet slick folds. Rubbing lightly against my clit with the tip of his manhood he makes the pleasure waiting inside of me errupt, and I can't help but moan out to him from the sensational feeling of it.
Finally, he positions his incredibly big cock at my enterance before firmly yanking me down in such a swift and fast movement that he's entirely filling me. My body is consumed with him and it's never felt so great having him burried inside of me. Jaxon moves me up and pulls me back down, thrusting his shaft deep and fast into my wetness as my core tightens around his hard member. His movements are slow at first, our breathing picking up as the seconds pass by until he decides to change his pace entirely. He presses his fingertips into my skin on my hips and yanks me down fast and rough as ever, the bathroom suddenly echoing with our satisfied groans and moans, and out of control grunting from him and panting from me. I bounce up and down on him in euphoria, the water splashing around us in all different directions from the speed we're using.
Jaxon firmly holds me closer to him so my breasts are pressed right up against his solid chest, my thighs squeezing around and hugging his waist with my ankles together locked behind his back. Up, down, up, down is a process in which we repeat over and over again. Whimpers leave my mouth as my orgasm begins to head towards me much sooner than I would have expected. I lift my hands and tangle my fingers through my hair, pulling lightly on the strands which increases the sensations even more. The faster he moves my body is the more I cry out to him in joy and amazement, stunned with the crazy amount of pleasure he's giving me while the water splashes around our bodies much crazier each time he pulls me back down.
"Oh, Christ! FUCK." His tone comes out deep and husky, his breathing shallow as ever.
And I cry out to him helplessly, "Ugh... shit! Oh, oh my god, Jax!"
"That's it, Sasha. Say my name. Say my name, baby!" He immediately orders in his dominating voice, yanking me down as rough as he can, becoming still when his cock has explored me as deep as ever before.
Without any hesitation, I do exactly as he demands. "Jaxon, Jax, Jaxon Edwards. . ." I rush out in one breath, closing my eyes tight and giving in to the climax that is racing closer and closer.
"Louder!" He commands, bringing me up slowly before torturously slamming me back down onto his length and into the steaming hot bubbly water. "I will not give you permission to find your release until you scream my name."
Just the thought of his threat simply terrifies me. "JAXON! JAXON," I shout to him, my voice cracking from the unexpected loudness my vocal chords have allowed. "Oh, Jaxon, please!"
His groans become more frequent and my cries don't seem to quiet down because sex with him always feels so incredible and it's to the extreme, to the point of no return, no matter where or how because that doesn't seem to even matter. My Dominant leans forward when I don't expect it and presses his hot moist lips on my neck, planting gentle kisses all the way down across every inch of my skin and nipping his teeth over my collarbone. Unthinkingly my arms find their way around his neck, locking together before I run my fingers through his silky soft hair, his lips now at my shoulders. He lifts me higher on his hard throbbing cock and begins to suck on the delicate flesh on my neck, turning me on much more than I am right now.
I grab his face between my hands and our eyes now become locked and his are filled with pure passion and lust, mine with nothing but just pleasure, and his movements change once again. His pace slows down and it's torurous, physically killing me because of how hard he was just being with me, and the way he's staring deep into my eyes just seems to throw me over the edge. He's never looked so sexy in his life and he looks so vulnerable right at this very moment, and the slower he pulls me down is suddenly the better it feels. His full lips are parted and he's staring down at my half opened mouth, not looking away until he snaps himself out of it and gazes back into my big brown eyes.
Jaxon relentlessly yanks me down again and then moves my legs so they're pressed against the bottom of the tub and I'm now on my knees, which allows me to move more along with him or all on my own. His palms move against my skin around to lightly rub up and down my thighs while I push myself higher on his hard-on. I firmly move back down, grinding myself in circular motions against his hips and with each groan he lets out I get another new rush. Around and around I move relentlessly, his full length inside of me, filling me as far as my body allows.
"Christ, Sasha." A grunt travels up his chest and escapes from his parted lips. He grips his strong hands on the sides of my waist and makes me grind against him faster, with a lot of pressure and as hard as could be, the feeling so to die for that my head falls back in such intense euphoria. "Fuck!"
"Ugh!" I moan to him as the water splashes back and forth around our bodies like a whirlpool. Leaning closer and forcing his rock solid chest against mine he wraps his muscular arms around my back, keeping me as close to him as physically possible. "Jaxon," I whisper, trying to catch my breath but I can't. "Oh, god, Jax!"
"You feel, so. Damn. Incredible," He breathes out in short mumbles, grabbing my ass cheeks with his large palms and forcing himself further into my aching with pleasure core. "I just can't get enough of you."
My hands cup against his neck, his warm skin radiating with heat under my palms while I continue my circular grinding movements as he pulls me up and back down at the same time, a climax building up inside of me at such a fast speed that I can hardly wrap my head around it. My breaths are frequent and they sound loud along with Jaxon's grunting, and I always thought sex inside a bathtub looked like such a stupid idea but wow, I was so wrong.
Suddenly I feel his fingertips roughly pressing into the skin on my lower back as a soft hiss leaves my lips, while his jaw drops and his mouth hangs wide open in extreme satisfaction. And just like that, I'm there. My life shattering climax is only moments away from taking over my body and with every ounce of my willpower I hold myself back just like he wants me to. "Can I come, please, can I come?"
"Yes," He races out over my raspy barely audiable voice. "Let go, baby. Come for me. . . Now."
Without any hesitation I find my release and the pleasure of it entirely overtakes and consumes my mind, and especially my body. My inner walls clench tight around his shaft but our movements don't stop because Jaxon continues to lift me up high before slowly bringing me back down, his hips slightly raising up while he continues his amazing thrusting. I begin to convulse against him from how strong my orgasm hits me while he squeezes me closer to his body, and be the sound of his sharp breaths and final grunt I know he has found his release right along with me.
"Oh, Sasha." He deeply groans my name while breathing hard. "Fuck. Fuck, Sasha."
Time passes by and neither of us move a muscle, not even an inch because he's still holding me tight to his chest, oddly refusing to let me go. His large hands press on my lower back before trailing up and down tracing gentle patterns against my scortching hot skin, which gives me a tickling sensation that relaxes me since I'm so tense. My arms losen around his neck while my chin rests on his shoulder and the position we're both in is so unreal to me because I can almost feel the passion in it.
Before any more time goes by, the silence finally breaks. "I really do apologize for tonight," Mr. Edwards cautiously says to me, drawing back his head and staring into my eyes. Although I can't seem to get the right words to come out so I stay on mute. "I intended for us to have a great time and it turned out to be hell. I don't know how I can make it up to you, but I'm going to try."
Still, I stay quiet.
His eyes instantly narrow in return and he gazes at my face with some concern while he also in a way seems to be studying me and trying to read my mind, but it's blank. "Okay?" Jaxon asks, his tone very soothing and calm which catches me off guard because I assumed he'd be angry that I didn't answer him when he was just speaking to me. "Sasha, what's wrong?"
In response, I shrug my shoulders and sigh. "Nothing," I blatantly answer.
"Clearly, something is wrong. You're not speaking to me. Are you angry with me?"
"No," I quickly rush out after his worried words leaves his mouth. "I'm not angry with you. I have no reason to be angry about anything that happened tonight. It isn't a big deal."
"A man you've never met before put his hands on you and could have," He becomes quiet and presses his lips into a straight line, looking really outraged out of absolutely nowhere. "You could have been hurt. He could have, he could have hurt you. What's going on with you?"
"Nothing," I repeat myself again, not breaking our eye contact even though I so badly want to look away. His eyebrows are scrunched together, bright lue eyes narrowed, and his lips slightly parted as this confusing man glares at me with complete frustration. "Nothing is going on with me."
"That's bullshit." He snaps at me in a stern statement, obviously not meaning to once his face changes to a sympathetic expression but there still seems to be some anger hidden behind his guarded eyes. "You were called a whore and had to stand there and watch when I punched him and surely broke his damn nose. You can't tell me that scene didn't bother you."
"I'm fine. I've been called a whore before so it didn't offend or upset me-"
"Well it offended and upset me, that's for sure. You're my woman and when another man speaks to you in that harsh and ungreatful manner it really makes me want to beat the living-" He hesitates, sharply exhaling before shaking his head. "You have more pride than that. I know that you don't take that kind of talk from anyone, especially men, so quit acting like nothing phases you."
"But nothing bothers me anymore, Master."
"Jaxon," He firmly corrects me in his overpowering tone.
The room immediately is filled with nothing but an ery silence and I can tell from the pained new look on his handsome face that he is thinking about something very deep. Within a blink of an eye his warm and strong hands are light cupping my face and he's looking over every inch of my face as I continue to stay perfectly quiet and still. Jaxon has never looked so worried before and this simple fact actually stuns me since I know this must not be good about whatever is on his mind.
"What have I done to you?"
He lets out in a gentle whisper, staring at me so emotionally that it tugs at a part of my heart even though I try dsperately to push the feeling away. Without my permission my eyes leave his and I keep my gaze on his muscular chest, his thumbs lightly tracing under my eyes. Finally I'm able to inhale a deep breath that I've been holding in for a while now but my heart doesn't seem to stop pounding from the suspense and tension that has just surrounded the entire bathroom.
"Turn around," He breathes out. "I'm going to wash your back."
I listen to what he says and face my back towards him, and maybe a little less than a minute later I feel a soft sponge pressing against my back. He brushes my hair to the side over my shoulder then he gently trails down and across every inch of my back when the thought back to part of our conversation tonight enters my mind. He whipped one of his Submissives so badly that she had welts all across her back. How could he do that to someone? Just the thought of him punishing me to that far of an extent really makes me uneasy and a bit anxious.
Tonight Jaxon Edwards made it clear that he is a Sadist, to the extreme.
I hug my knees against my chest and close my eyes, attempting to stay as calm and untouched as I can but it's difficult because deep down this whole night has thrown me into a state of confusion. First this Marnie woman he claims he doesn't know, now this strange man that basically threw me up against the wall and terrified me with his threatening actions.
After he's finished he snaps me back into reality and we both turn around, and I take the sponge in my hand while my gaze locks on him. His body is so fit and muscular, the muscles in his shoulders, arms, and upper back suddenly catching me off guard. While I wash his warm skin I can feel him tense beneath the sponge and it's such a strange and unfamiliar feeling because I have never bathed with a man before so this is a first. Something about it just feels so sensual that it takes my breath away but I know that it doesn't mean anything so I chose to not give it much thought.
When we're both facing each other and staring into eachother's eyes in an intense gaze, I realize that I just can't take it anymore. "I'm tired. Can I go to my room now to bed?" I carefully question, and it's very noticeable that it takes him by surprise by the way he face drastically drops.
Within a few seconds later Jaxon nods once. "Uh, yeah. Of course," Is all he lets out.
And just like that I get out of the water and leave him in the hot water in his bathtub, alone.
Once I get to my room I change into a comfortable nightgown and all I want to do is go to sleep. It's been a long and complicated night and drifting off into the dreamworld is a lot better than being here in reality. Everything is so confusing for me lately and especially after our deep conversation during dinner, and even more when we both had that awful confrontation with that frightening stranger. As I sit on the edge of the bed my eyes catch the fake engagement ring resting on my ring finger on my left hand, which gives me anxiety because I completely forgot I even put it on in the first place.
Without another thought I take it off and place it back in it's case, into the drawer in my nightstand, and then I turn off the light. Once I'm comfortable in bed I snuggle up under the covers feeling so cold all of a sudden, wishing I could get warm again but it's highly unlikely because I'd need another person's body heat for that. And truthfully, that's the last thing I want or need. Sleep consumes me and before I know it my eyes are opened and bright sun's rays are shining in through my large windows. Hating the fact that last night I didn't think about closing the blinds, the time on the alarm clock reads eleven o'clock in the morning. I've never felt so rested and it's such a relieving feeling.
Not bothering to change just yet into my outfit of the day, I make my way down the tall beautiful staircase and moments later I'm walking through the living room doorway. There sits Mr. Edwards on the couch while he holds his iPhone to his ear, and when he glances up and notices my unexpected appearance a slight grin crosses his lips.
"No, Richard. The documents are right on your desk where I left them for you to look over. I have a big business oppertunity with an extremely well known company up in Chicago that I assumed you already knew about, but clearly in this case you had no idea." His tone is very stern but formal, and even though he sounds like he's being polite it's easy to tell he's frustrated with whoever happens to be on the other line. "Yes, my jet will be here within the next hour or so and I'll be spending two days there to go over the proposal they have for me. Exactly, that's correct. No. Make the call and I'll talk to you later when I arrive. Great." And with that, he ends the call and gazes at me with a smile.
"Morning," I quietly say to him, watching as he pats the spot next to him on the couch.
When I'm sitting beside him his voice comes out friendly, almost too friendly and it leaves me a little suspicious. "Good morning, Sasha. Did you sleep well?" He asks, gently placing his hand on my knee which somehow manages to get a gasp to escape from my lips.
"Yes, I slept well. We're going to Chicago for two days?"
Unexpectedly, he shakes his head, confusion coursing through my mind. "No, I am. I'm traveling alone and I should be gone for two to three days at the most," Jaxon informs me, cautiously explaining himself while I stare at his face in pure confusion. "You'll be fine. You're a big girl and you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. Aren't you?" He asks, although it sounds more like a statement than a question which puzzles me even more.
"You're leaving me. . . Alone?" I softly rush out, swallowing hard as he nods in return.
"You need to have a break. I feel it would be best for the both of us if we could part for a few days just so you can gather your thoughts and straighten some things out-"
"Straighten what out, exactly?"
He stands up without giving me any possible warning and casually walks over to the curtains, pulling them to the side as more sunshine pours into the room, lighting up the living area almost entirely. As soon as he faces me and sees the lost expression now taking over my face is when Jaxon folds his arms across his chest with ease. Finally I allow myself to look him over, realizing he's wearing his business suit which makes this situation much more real because he's seriously leaving me here by myself while he takes his jet all the way to Chicago.
"You could use a break from me." He simply states, totally catching me off guard.
"Are you serious?" I frown, trying to make sense of this but I can't.
Immediately in response, Jaxon's face hardens and he shows me a very serious new look while he stares into my eyes with determination. "I've never been more serious in my life," He answers me while slowly making his way back towards me. I stand up at once when he's only feet away from me and the manner in which he's looking at me is so intense. Holding my breath and trying to look alright with this even though I am so confused inside, we continue to stare at each other in silence until he speaks up again and puts the tension somewhat to rest. "This will be good for you. But in all honesty here, I think this will be even better for me. Come, Sasha. I made you a pot of coffee."
He holds out his hand and I don't hesitate before lightly placing mine to his. Our fingers link together and we take our time making our way into the kitchen, Jaxon giving me a mug before he walks towards the dining room table. Not able to help or control myself I watch him intently as he sits in the chair and begins shuffling through the newspaper, but I force myself to drop my head. Right when I'm done making my coffee is when I'm startled by a loud and sudden groan.
"WHAT!" Jaxon snaps. I shoot my eyes over to him and notice him glaring down at the newspaper before immediately taking hold of the different section and practically crinkling the paper between his lean fingers. "DAMMIT. Christ! Sasha, get over here."
Immediately I do as I'm told and I nearly run to his side, staring up at his face and it's easy to notice how upset and troubled he suddenly is right now. "What's the matter?" I softly question, and before I can even make sense of it he smacks the paper onto the table with a harsh bang.
"That is what's the matter." His voice is barely audiable, although it's very clear how frustrated and worried he seems to be. And it's happened out of nowhere. "Read it, you have to."
After he says this to me I turn away from him and make my way over to the table in pure suspense and concern, because I don't have the slightest clue on why he's so upset but it must be something that has to do with him or anything similar to that matter. The second my eyes see exactly what he's talking about my mouth falls open and I stare down at the paper in complete shock. Right on the newspaper there is a large picture nearly taking up an entire page, and what the photo is of is causes my heart to almost stop from the awe and fear of it.
The picture is of Jaxon and I from last night. He's standing right by my side with his arm snug around my waist, holding me close to him, and my hands are up covering my face and thankfully most of my identity. But the worse part of all is the fact that there is another picture beside it which is zoomed in on my hand, a big black thick circle around the diamond ring on my finger. The headline reads 'Jaxon Edward's Engaged to Mystery Woman' and the moment I read those words is when everything feels like it's come crashing down on me. I quickly stare up at his face and see how upset he looks but besides that, he mostly seems to be very concerned.
"I'm sorry," I rush out within a second under my breath, struggling to breathe.
"You wore the ring?" He blankly asks me, his tone emotionless as he stares deep into my frightened eyes with compassion, not what I expected to see. As soon as I nod my head he walks away and begins pacing back and forth across the room, covering his forehead with his hand before running his fingers through his messy hair. "I can't believe this is happening right now. I cannot fucking believe it. Damn! Sasha, listen, I'm sorry. I am so thankful your face is barely shown in this. I highly doubt anyone would be able to recognize you. I had no idea that photographers and reporters were going to be there. Someone clearly gave off that I was going to be there. . ."
"You're apologizing to me?" I speak over him before he nods. "But you should be upset. My face isn't even noticeable but your image and personal life is. The whole world probably assumes that you're engaged now and it's my fault. I shouldn't have worn the ring. I don't even remember why I put it on, honestly. I should be the one saying sorry right now, Jaxon."
"No, it's fine."
"I'm so sorry," I unthinkingly race out before he's standing in front of me, his face only inches away from mine as his bright blue eyes burn right through me.
"This is not your doing. Don't feel like you're responcible for this. I've been in the paper and out in the media for many years now and I'm used to it at this point. I'll take care of this. This is my problem, not yours. I'll deal with it. All I have to do is call one of my good friends that's with the press and he will take pride in helping me fix it. This isn't your fault, Sasha."
I gulp and release a soft breath in response to his kind and relieving words, and now is the moment when I realize maybe I do need to have a break. Even though I don't exacty want to be all by myself in this huge and beautiful mansion, this could end up being good for me. I can block everything out and relax, not having any pressure to talk to anyone because all I need is myself.
Jaxon leans down and lightly presses his lips against my forehead, giving me a lingering kiss before pulling away and gazing back into my eyes. "I'm going to make a phone call. I'll be back inside in a few minutes. I'm going to straighten this out and everything will be okay. Understood?" He sternly speaks to me in his Dom voice as I nod to him in return, still so stunned with all that's happened.
I softly whisper back, "Yes. . . Understood."
As soon as he leaves the room and walks out the back door I stare down at the newspaper one last time and look over the photo of us, looking just like a real couple, and it's such an odd feeling. Not even a blink later is when the doorbell rings and echoes in all of the rooms because of the size of this amazing house. Knowing Jaxon is probably on the phone and doesn't want to be disturbed, I decide to answer it even though after what happened last night my gut is telling me not to.
Once I get to the front door I stand perfectly still and remain silent, waiting a few seconds until there's a small knock that comes next. Inhaling a deep and calm breath, gathering every ounce of courage in my body, I now realize that maybe opening it isn't such the best idea. But without my permission my hand gribs the fancy doorknob and not even a blink later, it's slightly opened.
And finally I am face to face staring at the person standing before me.