Standing before us less than a few feet away is the mysterious stranger who I have so far had two encounters with. One was at the restaurant Jaxon took me on our first dinner date as Dom and Sub, and the other was at my parent's cemetery all the way across the country in New York. When he held me up against the wall and threatened me with not his words but mostly with his actions, he really frightened me.
He gave off a very dangerous vibe and I didn't feel comfortable. Then Jaxon came to my rescue and ended up punching him right in the face, giving him a broken bloody nose in the process. That was when mystery man said it was nice seeing him again which had meant that wasn't the first time they met, but Jaxon denied ever meeting him. And I believed him.
That created millions of questions that have yet to be answered. He then unexpectedly showed up at the graveyard where my parents are buried, which meant he had traveled across the country just to follow us. That day I decided to not tell Jaxon about his second appearance because I didn't believe it was a big deal at the time, but now that he's standing before the both of us I'm really beginning to regret my choice.
What will he do when he finds out I didn't tell him? I shake my head and try to clear my mind.
At this moment all I can focus on is the fact that out of all people he is the one who happens to be here. What could this mean? For what reason has this mysterious man shown up at Jaxon's residence for? Clearly, he should consider getting a gate before the driveway to keep this from being able to happen. I feel nervous just from the fact that he's standing right in front of me, using his strong built body as a shield, trying to keep us apart. That's what makes me realize that they can't be strangers and they must know each other.
"Jaxon?" I whisper unthinkingly, his hands behind his back and grasping my waist.
"Jaxon." The man's voice comes out with venom, almost mocking me.
"What are you doing here?"
"How nice of you to ask." His eyebrows narrow as he scowls. "Don't act so clueless."
"You have some nerve to show your face to me again after the stunt that you pulled the other day." Jaxon lets out with a small groan, clearly upset but completely confident with himself. "And I don't need to ask if you're the reason the paparazzi just so happened to be standing outside the restaurant, waiting for me. Now tell me. How is your nose?"
Without being able to not look at him any longer, I lean towards the side so I have a perfectly clear visual of this man I still haven't formally been introduced to. His light colored eyes are narrowed so much that there's just small slits showing and his jaw is set tight, which tells me Jaxon must have surely hit a nerve. When I least expect it his gaze shifts from Jaxon's face to mine, our eyes connecting and this makes my heart drop. Just from the devious look he's giving me I can tell that he's very frustrated before anything else.
By the way Jaxon moves closer to me it's easy to tell that he doesn't like how this man is gaping at me with lust. Instead of glaring at me as well, I see a smirk has claimed his face and he looks over at Jax right away, crossing his arms.
He's wearing a brown leather jacket along with dark jeans, and the impression he gives me makes me assume he is far from a business man. His dark hair is messy and his eyes in the day time are very bright, and I have to admit he is a very handsome man. Jaxon is far more attractive and has a much better body but this guy isn't that bad to look at.
I get a flashback of when he pushed me up against the wall and wouldn't let me go. A lump forms in the back of my throat when I remember that he was hitting on me only seconds before that happened. He looked over my body as if I was a piece of meat or put up for auction and it repulsed me.
"My nose? Broken." He states with caution, and I finally see the slight bruising under his eyes and his nose is indeed swollen. "But it's fine, really. Now tell me. How is your woman?"
Jaxon steps forward so fast I can barely process it and at the same time the dangerous stranger moves backwards, out of reaching distance. Without hesitating I grab onto Jaxon's upper arm, his muscles flexing beneath my touch while his hands ball up into tight fists beside his waist. Not wanting anything to happen I try my best to keep him from losing his temper but he can be set off by anything, especially when it comes to me. My main priority right now is to focus on keeping him calm and it scares me because I don't know if I'll succeed.
"My woman is far from your concern, Tony." As soon as he murmurs this statement my mouth falls open, because I finally understand that he does know who he is and they have met before, when he entirely denied it at the restaurant. After all this time which has felt like forever I now know what to address him as. Tony. "Now I will call the authorities and have you arrested immediately if you don't leave my home and get the fuck off my property. Do you understand? Leave."
"You know him?" I question, my fingers pressing deeper into his skin.
"Yes," Tony answers for him and our eyes lock. "He does know me. Very well."
"Leave!" In response to Jaxon's abrupt demand and ordering this man to leave his house at once, I jump backwards and drop my hand from his arm. I haven't seen him this outraged ever before and it's a frightening sight to see two masculine grown men glaring each other down. "Now!"
"No." He states, almost like he has a reason to not be afraid but I don't believe it's likely. Jaxon's face hardens after hearing the word, denying him the authority. As I glance over to Tony I'm simply stunned to see how his face is as relaxed as can be. "You won't be giving me any orders. I am not going to leave until we get one thing straight, Jaxon. I'm in control now, not you. You're going to listen to me and you're going to do exactly as I say, or you will have to face the ugly consequence you will receive when you least expect it-"
Jaxon sharply exhales and snaps, "Is that a damn threat?"
"A threat?" Sarcasm is thick in his tone while he rubs his jawline, and from the corner of my eye I can see that Jaxon is shaking with anger. "I suppose you could call it that. No. No actually. It would be much more accurate to call it blackmail. Definitely blackmail."
"What?" He exclaims in response, astounded with what he has just heard. "Blackmail? That's absolutely absurd! What the hell are you talking about?"
"You know damn well what I am referring to and you know you're hopeless in this situation. Think about it. Focus, Jaxon. There's no reason for you to not understand what I'm talking about. Now if I were you I would take a deep breath, since we all are aware you have severe anger issues that have not been dealt with, and just hear me out. Before you close this door in my face and chose to not listen to what I have to say, accept the fact that this day has finally arrived. And it's right when everything seems to be going so great for you in your life for once."
"Go to hell." Jaxon snarls, his tone filled with pure hatred and disgust.
"Oh, and congratulations. You're engaged, are you?"
My eyes widen as soon as this unexpected question leaves his mouth and I can't manage to hold back the loud gasp that escapes from my trembling lips. Finally I remember the newspaper and how it showed the ring, and the big bold headline at the top of the page above our picture. Jaxon has to be right about his assumption of this man being the one to call the photographers. And this only seems to make me more confused with what is going on, because for what reason would he have done that? It doesn't make any sense to me and I know I'm close but I can't seem to put this together. Everything about this is so complicated, but I've gotten used to it.
"My personal life has nothing to do with you." Jaxon breathes, completely livid. "Nothing."
Tony watches him with caution, not daring to break their intense stare. "Oh, but it does."
"No, you've never been more wrong. Get out of my face!"
Anxious and on the edge of having a mental breakdown from what is unfolding right in front of my eyes, I don't give it any thought before darting forward as fast as my feet allow. With my hands I lightly cup his face and see how it has filled with rage, and while he gazes deeply into my eyes I manage to snap him back to reality. Seconds later it softens and for a few seconds I remain quiet until I decide to finally speak up, tuning out this man entirely.
"Close the door," I softly whisper to Jaxon while he stares at my lips. "Please."
Suddenly, his expression changes. There's a new look that claims his masculine face that I'm not sure I've ever seen him have. Confusion consumes me and I'm worried from the way Jaxon seems to not be in the right state of mind anymore. It's as if he's absent from this moment and incoherent. From the look in his eyes I'm almost positive that he has mentally realized something and just doesn't want to speak about it out loud. His eyes are not indicating the passion I've gotten used to seeing ever since he's confessed his love to me, but instead they're as distant as can be.
"Don't." He sternly says, taking my wrists and removing my hands from his face.
Just from his cold tone I cringe, moving away a few inches but not daring to look away from the stern look he's giving me. Since it's in front of someone I feel very discouraged and degraded, like he denied me from touching him. Because of this a burst of confidence overtakes me and although I know I could get in a lot of trouble for this, I don't bother thinking it through.
"Who is this man?" I carefully ask him, my voice soft but firm at the same time, so he knows I'm serious. Especially after the way his whole image has just changed within the last few seconds I deserve to be informed about what is happening between the two of them. "How do you know him?"
"You said you never met him before," I argue, trying my best to keep my voice down. "Jaxon, are you kidding me? Who is he? That means you lied to me. Again."
His eyes widen and become intimidating but I don't take his glare to heart. I know deep down that he's only acting this way because this man, Tony, is here right now. But that doesn't give him the right to act as if he owns me and can tell me what to do because we're in front of someone right now. At this moment I am not his Submissive and I won't accept any excuses.
"We will talk about this another time," He says under his breath. "When we're alone."
"But why? The time is here, right now." I shake my head immediately, his eyes becoming dark searching mine. I become even more upset knowing that I must look like a fool in front of this mysterious guy clearly from his past, simply due to the fact that I'm oblivious to everything. I honestly can't take these twist and turns anymore. "This guy hit on me and threw me up against the wall, don't you remember?" Once I hesitate he frowns, getting the picture in his head before turning to glare at Tony in what looks like pain. "He disrespected me so I have the right to know what's going on. You said you never met him but yet you know his name? That doesn't make sense."
Obviously catching the desperation built up in my voice, he turns to face me and gently places his hands on my shoulders. "I'll talk to you about it later, I swear to you. Just not at this moment. Tony will be leaving now anyways. He's aware he isn't welcome here and he never will be." Jaxon states, and it's very clear it is an order for him to leave. "Won't you be going now?" He asks, although it sounds more like a statement, as if he's testing him simply from the way he's harshly glaring at him.
"You have the power to shut the door," Tony mumbles. "So tell me. Why haven't you?"
"You're perfectly right. I do have the power," He agrees, stepping closer to him while Tony instantly becomes alert and straightens his posture, almost as tall as Jax. "Although you have yet to tell me your reasoning for coming to my residence, quite clearly uninvited. Why are you here?"
"I have business that we need to discuss. That is my reasoning for showing up to your mansion. And let me just throw this out there. Quite a place you got here, huh? Who knew you ever would have turned out to be so successful.
"Get to the point."
"Fine. Now we can do this privately," Tony replies while tilting his head and glancing over to me, smirking once he notices the slight fear on my face. "Or we can talk right in front of Ms. Sasha here. It's really all up to you. I'd be delighted to speak about this in front of her-"
"Okay-" I begin to say, before I'm silenced by Jaxon's deep voice.
"No," He argues, sounding bold and formal. "That won't be necessary."
I frown in response and confusion fills me. "Jaxon?" I question, but he doesn't seem to even listen to what I'm saying. Without thinking it through I reach forward and go to touch his arm, until out of nowhere he pulls away from me and steps to the side. "Why?"
"He said it's business. This is business, Sasha, between two men. I'll be back shortly," He explains to me, sounding so cold and disturbed until he turns to face me at once. Reassuring me that everything is still alright between the two of us, he takes my face between his large hands and stares into my eyes with compassion but authority as well. "You have nothing to worry about, but this isn't about you. I will not allow you to get involved in any of this shit. You won't be involved."
"Actually-" Tony unexpectedly says as Jaxon's eyes narrow, but they remain focused on mine. I know now that there is a twist just from the humorous vibe he's giving, like he's mentally laughing at what is about to take place. "-I believe that is my choice, far from yours. Sasha will be involved."
Before I know it the both of them are face to face glaring at each other and I'm so terrified because I don't know what is going to happen or what to expect from either of them. And then it hits me and sinks in within a nanosecond, because whatever they have against each other I have just been brought right into it. Hating how nervous I am, I let in a small breath through my parted lips, feeling helpless.
"No." He slowly pronounces the word and he is so intimidating it actually has me shocked. "Sasha will not be involved with anything. You have no right to bring her into any of this. She's my personal assistant and that is all. That is all," He repeats once more while my heart pounds.
"Personal assistant?" A wide sadistic smile overtakes Tony's face before he chuckles, and the sound of it is like nails scratching on a chalkboard. It's the worst sound in the whole world. I despise him. Biting my lip, I swallow down the lump that has built up in the back of my throat from being so extremely anxious. When suddenly, he grimaces. "I'm quite offended, Jaxon. You really believe I'm that ignorant? She's not your assistant. She doesn't work for you."
"Yes, I do." The words leave my mouth without my permission.
"Regardless, Tony." He quickly speaks up right after me. "None of this is any of your concern and it never will be. I don't care what bullshit you are attempting to pull. You should know by now to keep your distance, so why are you coming around again? First the restaurant and now you show up at my residence?" Jaxon groans, and Tony exchanges a strange curious glance with me. Then I remember I hadn't told him about the second time just yet. My heart accelerates but he takes me by surprise by not saying a word about it. "It's been years. I will not explain myself to you."
"I know," He states in response, catching the both of us off guard. "This gorgeous, sexy, and defiant piece of ass that I would love to bring home with me-"
"ENOUGH!" Jaxon unexpectedly shouts, catching us both off guard. In response from how his yell came out of nowhere, this provoking man jumps backwards and almost stumbles on his feet. And in the blink of an eye he's grabbed by the collar of his leather jacket, Jaxon's large closed fist only inches away. It's certain that he has just been thrown off course and is blown away by his reaction, but there's something else on his mind. I can feel it deep down, that something is wrong. "Don't you ever talk about her that way. Keep your mouth shut! Don't fucking tempt me! Remember what I did to you last time you upset me?"
And the moment Tony grins, I move closer. I'm able to see both of their faces and Tony's consists of nothing but shock. Jaxon's is beat red from the rage of hearing those words come out of this man's mouth. He's so protective over me and nobody ever has been before so it's an incredible feeling, until I think about it and realize he could be hurt in the process.
"Get your hands off of me," Tony cautiously lets out, watching his shaking fist up in the air ready to blow at any given second. I'm terrified of what's going to happen but for some reason I truly believe that he's going to leave the both of us alone. "She's your Sub-" He calmly breathes out while staring straight into his eyes. "-Sasha here is your Submissive. Isn't she?"
My heart nearly stops once I realize exactly what he has just said. All I'm able to hear is the loud sound of ringing in my ears and I'm practically paralyzed, forced into a state of astonishment. How could he possibly be aware of this? How could this man know that I have signed a contract and am living here as his Sub? And at last I finally have put it together and figured it out. The missing piece of the puzzle is now found and I know what is happening.
I couldn't be more stunned than I am at this very moment. This man knows about Jaxon's secret lifestyle of BDSM and there's only one good explanation that wraps this all up.
Tony is the good friend who betrayed him with Marnie. Now it makes perfect sense.
But it doesn't make me feel better that I know now. If anything, realizing that this situation happens to involve her just as much as it involves Tony makes me feel so much worse. I don't want that girl to be in either of our lives. That's the last thing I would ever want. All I want is for her to disappear and never come back, especially considering she used to mean a lot to Jaxon before she broke his heart. Right when I thought my encounter with her was over for good and I would never have to hear about her again, something has messed everything up. I just hope this won't be a disaster.
When I snap out of my daze and look over at Jaxon I'm literally frightened of what I see. He's no longer in control of anything and it's heartbreaking to realize, and because of this it seems like he has no clue what to do or say next. All of a sudden he releases his jacket and moves back inside the house, walking backwards and then standing still. At this point he's right beside me and he looks so delicate. While I stare at the side of his face I notice the sorrow and guilt, and he looks so emotionally and mentally defeated it has me speechless. I'm simply in awe.
"What do you want?" Jaxon murmurs, looking Tony dead in the eyes. "Haven't you done enough damage in my life? I catch you fucking Marnie in my bed and you laugh right in my face. I almost sent you to the hospital and then she decided to leave me and go with you. Isn't that what you wanted? Didn't you get exactly what you wanted? You ruined me for the longest time and now you want to make me miserable again? I won't let that happen. There's nothing you can do to break me. I built myself back up and I'm finally at peace with everything. I've moved on. Why haven't you?"
"This is him?" I softly ask, barely any sound to my shaky voice while they both turn to look at me. Taking a deep breath in through my nose and then releasing it from my mouth my eyes shift from Jaxon to this heartless bastard. "You're the friend?" With a satisfied nod he answers and rage consumes me at full force. "How dare you. How DARE you! You arrogant son of a bitch!"
"Sasha!" Jaxon growls with surprise, clearly not expecting my outburst of emotions.
If I wasn't so angry and vengeful in this moment then I probably would have died from the terrifying glare this insane and unstable man now happens to be giving me. I recognize this expression because when Jaxon becomes upset he looks the same way, right when he's in his Dom mode. Without any warning Tony goes to make a fast movement towards me and my heart drops into my stomach with concern. Mr. Edwards is in front of me once again as my shield just in time, protecting me from harm's way. Just like the night he saved me in the hallway at the restaurant.
Jaxon warns him, "If you even step a foot inside my house, I will make you deeply regret it."
"Let's get down to it. Shall we?" Tony questions and now there's nothing sarcastic or sadistic about his tone. This is the first time I hear him sounding reasonable, but it's so twisted because it's clear he's going to be far from it. "If you don't comply with everything I say then there will be a consequence. And that life altering consequence will have to do with your precious Sasha."
After hearing this frightening threat that involves me I can honestly admit I feel like crumbling to the ground and curling up in fetal position. My hands tightly grasp Jaxon's tense shoulders to keep me upright since the room is spinning, and I've never been so lightheaded. I take my time breathing and all I focus on is his back. But instead of being terrified I've never felt more safe and secure, because I know that this man loves me and would to anything in his power to protect me.
"You will not touch her. You will not get anywhere near her. If you even consider doing anything remotely close to that, then so help me God." Through his vulnerability there's also a chilling warning, one that give you goose bumps on every part of your body. "I will end you, Tony."
Silence - Almost a full minute of silence before it comes to its breaking point.
"Good bye, Jaxon. For now. Oh! And to think this almost slipped my mind." He mumbles, seeming proud which is probably due to the fact that he has something against him. When he chuckles I hear the sharp inhale Mr. Edwards has made very noticeable. "Marnie wanted for me to tell you she says hello, Jax. Not Jaxon. Jax. We look forward to speaking with you soon. Expect a phone call."
And the loud sound of the front door slamming causes me to jump and a yelp escapes from my lips in response, and he walks forward and presses his palms up against the door. Staring at him closely and waiting for him to turn around I am at loss for words. I don't even know what to do. I'm shocked and confused more than anything but fear is at the top of the list. That sadistic, horrible, and heartless man threatened me and in return Jaxon threatened him right back. But that doesn't make a difference because at this point everything has spiraled out of control and it's out of our reach.
All of a sudden, he begins to pace back and forth in front of the front door. It's easy to tell something inside of him has snapped and he's trying to keep himself under control. I continue to remain silent and he's eventually leaning his shoulder against the wall, before he balls up his fist and lightly punches it. But that isn't enough to relieve his stress and it just doesn't satisfy him. Without giving any notice he winds back his arm all the way before plowing his fist into the wall much harder, using so much strength that it now has an imprint of his knuckles in it.
"Fuck!" He curses, his breathing erratic and loud. "FUCK."
Once he turns around our eyes lock immediately and he looks so upset with himself. I don't hesitate before walking up to him and linking my arms around his neck wanting to comfort him as best as I can. He doesn't waste a second embracing me back, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him. Our bodies are so tight together and we don't let go. I rest my face in the crook of his neck and a second later he gently kisses my forehead, and through all of this I feel only feel sadness. He's been through so much and now the same people who betrayed him are trying to mess with his life again, and I just don't understand what they could possibly want in return.
"I'm sorry," I sincerely whisper.
"For what, Sasha?" Jaxon draws back his head and cups my cheek with his hand. I stay silent. My fingers wrap around his wrist and I turn my head to the side, kissing his palm before our gazes connect in an emotional stare. "You did nothing wrong."
"I'm sorry that these people are doing this to you. I hate them."
"We cannot give them the satisfaction. You don't need to hate them-"
I cut him off instantly. "They're using me as collateral, Jaxon." My statement makes his eyes widen and his jaw clench shut, because I'm bringing us back to reality and he knows it's the truth. What just happened is very serious and now he looks so worried it pains me. "I have every right to despise them. Why are they so concerned with your life to begin with? He made it seem like they have something they can use against you-"
"That's the thing. They do."
"Your wealth?" I guess and he shrugs before eventually shaking his head.
"I don't think so, Sasha. That feels too easy and not complicated at all. Giving them money won't ruin me, you know? They're monsters. The both of them deserve each other and they finally saw that I was happy when they saw our so called engagement in the newspaper. I don't know what they have against me. Really I don't. All I can think of it," He stops himself immediately.
"I don't know." He takes me by surprise when he shakes his head. "No, absolutely not. You're not going to be put in any sight of danger and I don't give a damn what they think they have against me. They can't use you against me. Blackmail? This goes way back to when I was twenty one years old. I don't want there to be violence and especially not around you."
"You threatened him," I carefully remind him. "You said you would end him."
Jaxon sharply exhales and brings me closer. "I felt I had the right to threaten him because he threatened you, and you are my woman. You're mine. Nobody will put their hands on you ever again and definitely not him. Besides, we're going to have Maxwell residing here with us from this day forward. And I'm not leaving you alone anyways for any reason. That won't happen. Not after this."
I frown, unsure with what he means. "But what about your job?"
"Fuck my job," He deeply breathes out. "I own the damn place. They'll manage."
"Should I be scared?"
"No." He mutters, leaning down and gazing passionately into my fearful eyes. "No, baby. You don't need to be scared of that prick. He said he's going to call and I'm going to answer it. After he says what he wants then I will tell the bastard I'm taking him to court. Don't be afraid. Please, I'm here and I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Not ever."
I nod once and he cups my face with his warm hands, and I hold onto his waist. "I'm scared about you, though. Obviously I can't be the one to protect you and keep you safe."
"You don't need to worry about me." Our eyes are locked in an emotional stare and he slowly leans down, pressing his lips lightly on mine. Jaxon Edwards gives me the most sweetest and sensual kiss I've ever experienced with him, maybe because we both have truly realized how much we care about each other. With his thumbs he traces gentle patterns on my skin, parting his lips then brushing his tongue against my bottom lip. My lips don't hesitate before parting and he's kissing me so deeply it sends butterflies fluttering through my belly. When he pulls back and my eyes open I see him grinning at me with compassion. "I could kiss your lips until the day I die, my Sasha."
"Look at the both of us," I mutter in return. "Breaking our top rule for each other."
"You have me breaking every rule. And yet I'm okay with it. You're worth it."
Loving this romantic moment with everything in me I pull his body closer to mine, my face still between his hands. Once more he leans down to kiss my lips, and there's so much chemistry. It's an amazing feeling yet the most terrifying at the same time. After our mouths part we silently look into each other's eyes and don't make a sound. The truth is I could stare into his breathtakingly beautiful eyes for the rest of my life. They were so guarded when I first met him and now they hold an endless amount of depth. I'm finally figuring out this complicated and mysterious man.
"What do you think they could have against you, Jax?"
He traces under my eyes with his thumbs and slightly frowns. "They both are clearly aware of the way I live my life but how could they still know after all these years? I haven't spoken to either of them since that day. They would need proof and he seems so determined. But there is no possible way for them to reveal anything like this to the press without having hard evidence. Sasha, if they do have something on me that I don't know about that could prove I live a secret life of BDSM, that could surely end my career. Even though I own my businesses it could still have a terrible effect on me."
"That would be awful," I rush out in concern. "What do they want from you?"
After clearing his throat and taking in a deep breath Jaxon moves us around and presses my back into the wall. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Not until later. We still have to show up to dinner so you can meet my family. You haven't forgotten about that, have you?"
I shake my head. "No. I just feel like-"
"Shh." He unexpectedly hushes me, placing his pointer finger over my parted lips. "Neither of us will say anything further about this. To be perfectly honest with you I don't want to speak about anything right now other than the fact that I am still extremely horrified that he had the balls to show up at my house and act like he can control me. That's unacceptable. I'll be speaking to my lawyer about all of this at one point later today. You know what I can't stand? I am finally happy. I found an amazing and gorgeous woman that understands me when nobody else has, and now he has to come back into my life as if he has the right. Which he doesn't. I'm more than upset. I'm already having a bad day and it has literally just begun. Do you understand why I'm outraged, Sasha?"
"Of course I do." I honestly reply, resting my hands on his firm chest. "I understand you."
Within the blink of an eye he's kissing me again, his lips hard and forceful on mine this time which I obviously wasn't expecting. He inhales a long breath through his nose and groans, one hand moving to my neck while the other smacks and grabs my ass. I moan from the feeling and he catches it in his mouth, and then he does it again. As soon as things begin to get really heated he draws back his head, our breathing already hitched. This handsome man that I belong to body and soul stares at my face looking very sincere and understanding, bringing my body closer to his by grasping my back.
"You're the only woman who has ever understood me. I want you to know that."
"Wonderful. Even though I need to make a business call, I want to know that you will understand my need for your delectable body right this moment. Do you understand?" He tests me, his tone having a very seductive sound to it. In response I nod and he picks me up without any warning, draping me over his shoulder while his hand holds onto my ass.
"Yes," I say, knowing that I need him just as much. "I do, Sir. I want you too."
After walking down the long hallway finally we reach a door and it's not long before he's walking us inside the room. Before I even get the chance to glance around at my surroundings is when Jaxon swipes all of his paperwork and appliances onto the floor, the crashing sound louder than I would have expected which lets me know we must be in his office. Then suddenly he lets me down, releases me, and places my feet on the floor. He lifts his hand and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, brushing his fingertips against my face.
"I love you. I'm going to fuck you like I hate you, but God how I love you."
A second later he spins me around and pushes me forward in one swift motion onto his large desk. My chest, arms, and the side of my face are all spread out but I'm still standing. I'm bent over with my feet still planted firmly on the ground. Jaxon quickly yanks up my dress and slides my thong down my legs, lifting my heel off the floor for a moment to remove it. He pushes his crotch against my bare behind while I feel his hard erection growing in his pants.
"Oh, Sasha." He breathes, running his fingers through my hair and slightly tugging on the strands, my neck fully exposed as his tongue traces my skin. "I'm going to fuck you so hard."