sickness" up. So, I mumbled, "I still feel a little queasy," as I forced myself to wrap my arms around his waist.
"Baby, I'm gonna take good care of you today. You're my girl."
Not anymore, but he didn't know that. I just had to remember to act as if I didn't either.
"Come and take a load off while I finish up with Derek," Jaxon suggested, grasping my small hand in his bigger one. He had callouses, no doubt from hand to hand fist fights. Ric didn't have callouses. His hand had been smooth.
And that wasn't the best way to forget I was no longer Jaxon's. The dawning comprehension that I may already belong to someone else.
Now I really did feel a little nauseous. Good, bad and everything in between.
"You look pale, baby. Did you eat breakfast?" Jaxon asked, helping me onto a stool beside his empty one. Taking such care of me, despite his lawyer waiting patiently to finish business, despite having to run a big corporate company, and a criminal underworld organisation.
It was at times like this that Jaxon was an entirely different man from the one I'd seen in that picture. I'd not doubted the image was true. I'd even, if I was honest with myself, not been overly surprised. Shocked, but in a way it had made sense. The dark he had inside him. The way he had conducted himself.
But why he'd continue to pretend failed to compute. I just didn't understand this man.
And that, after everything I'd seen and heard, left me emotionally wrought.
"I can't eat right now," I admitted, the truth, but it played in well with my ruse.
"No good, baby," Jaxon growled, then lifted his chin to Max behind the bar. "Go find something nutritious for Amber to eat." His eyes darted down to mine, the smile one of pure possession. "She's gotta look after herself now. Eating for two."
And that public admission brought about a lengthy groping session, one that didn't help my nausea, nor make Derek the lawyer turn away. He watched on with ill concealed lustful delight, even going so far as to adjust himself openly when Jaxon pulled my t-shirt collar aside and started feasting on my boobs.
Humiliation wasn't something new for me. Entrapment and near pee inducing fear was.
"J..Jaxon," I tried, my bottom lip trembling, my hands shaking as I attempted to get him to back off. His name a quaking stutter falling from my mouth.
"All this is mine, baby," he said, wrapping his lips and tongue around a naked nipple. "Any time, any where, any how. You know that."
The switch that flicked inside him so easily now was attached to detonation device. I did the only thing I could think of to do. I passed the bomb to someone else.
"Jax," I said forcefully. "Derek's perving. It's creeping me out."
It happened so fast. I'd known Jaxon could be quick. But one second his hot, wet tongue was lapping at my breast, the next Derek Marks was bleeding from a broken nose, crumpled on the floor.
I should have felt bad. I'd intentionally used him to distract Jaxon. But I couldn't find it in my terror filled state to care for a scumbag lawyer who helped a criminal hide his crimes.
Until Jaxon kicked the guy in the balls while he was too busy trying to stop the blood at his nose. The agonised scream that followed made me whimper. In fright. In compassion. With guilt.
I gripped the edge of the bar top as Jaxon loomed over Marks, the lawyer curled up in the foetal position, as if that would protect him now. He realised the futility of his action when the cold hard metal of a gun muzzle rested against his cheek.
This was the world I'd willingly stepped into and until today I hadn't really cared.
I cared now.
I was so shit scared.
"You getting off on my woman?" Jaxon snarled, digging the gun muzzle harder into Derek's cheek. "Too fucking pathetic to get your own?" Spittle fell from his lips as the words grated off his tongue. "She's the mother of my fucking child, shithead. You look at her again and I will blow your fucking head off. Understand?"
Marks nodded his head
"Baby, I'm gonna take good care of you today. You're my girl."
Not anymore, but he didn't know that. I just had to remember to act as if I didn't either.
"Come and take a load off while I finish up with Derek," Jaxon suggested, grasping my small hand in his bigger one. He had callouses, no doubt from hand to hand fist fights. Ric didn't have callouses. His hand had been smooth.
And that wasn't the best way to forget I was no longer Jaxon's. The dawning comprehension that I may already belong to someone else.
Now I really did feel a little nauseous. Good, bad and everything in between.
"You look pale, baby. Did you eat breakfast?" Jaxon asked, helping me onto a stool beside his empty one. Taking such care of me, despite his lawyer waiting patiently to finish business, despite having to run a big corporate company, and a criminal underworld organisation.
It was at times like this that Jaxon was an entirely different man from the one I'd seen in that picture. I'd not doubted the image was true. I'd even, if I was honest with myself, not been overly surprised. Shocked, but in a way it had made sense. The dark he had inside him. The way he had conducted himself.
But why he'd continue to pretend failed to compute. I just didn't understand this man.
And that, after everything I'd seen and heard, left me emotionally wrought.
"I can't eat right now," I admitted, the truth, but it played in well with my ruse.
"No good, baby," Jaxon growled, then lifted his chin to Max behind the bar. "Go find something nutritious for Amber to eat." His eyes darted down to mine, the smile one of pure possession. "She's gotta look after herself now. Eating for two."
And that public admission brought about a lengthy groping session, one that didn't help my nausea, nor make Derek the lawyer turn away. He watched on with ill concealed lustful delight, even going so far as to adjust himself openly when Jaxon pulled my t-shirt collar aside and started feasting on my boobs.
Humiliation wasn't something new for me. Entrapment and near pee inducing fear was.
"J..Jaxon," I tried, my bottom lip trembling, my hands shaking as I attempted to get him to back off. His name a quaking stutter falling from my mouth.
"All this is mine, baby," he said, wrapping his lips and tongue around a naked nipple. "Any time, any where, any how. You know that."
The switch that flicked inside him so easily now was attached to detonation device. I did the only thing I could think of to do. I passed the bomb to someone else.
"Jax," I said forcefully. "Derek's perving. It's creeping me out."
It happened so fast. I'd known Jaxon could be quick. But one second his hot, wet tongue was lapping at my breast, the next Derek Marks was bleeding from a broken nose, crumpled on the floor.
I should have felt bad. I'd intentionally used him to distract Jaxon. But I couldn't find it in my terror filled state to care for a scumbag lawyer who helped a criminal hide his crimes.
Until Jaxon kicked the guy in the balls while he was too busy trying to stop the blood at his nose. The agonised scream that followed made me whimper. In fright. In compassion. With guilt.
I gripped the edge of the bar top as Jaxon loomed over Marks, the lawyer curled up in the foetal position, as if that would protect him now. He realised the futility of his action when the cold hard metal of a gun muzzle rested against his cheek.
This was the world I'd willingly stepped into and until today I hadn't really cared.
I cared now.
I was so shit scared.
"You getting off on my woman?" Jaxon snarled, digging the gun muzzle harder into Derek's cheek. "Too fucking pathetic to get your own?" Spittle fell from his lips as the words grated off his tongue. "She's the mother of my fucking child, shithead. You look at her again and I will blow your fucking head off. Understand?"
Marks nodded his head
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