Chapter 8: Call The Cops

Jaxon’s POV:

I didn’t feel the need to keep teasing my bride; she was exhausted as it was, and I was tired as well. So I stepped into the bathroom, and when I came back, she was gone.

The next morning, I quickly freshened up, dressed in a blue suit, and picked up my phone, which had been ringing non-stop. It was Father.

“Yes?”

“Why didn’t you pick up or call back last night?” he started complaining at once, and I really didn’t have the time for that. After I called last night to check on Elizabeth and was told she had left the hotel hours ago, I requested her contact and called.

She ignored my calls, and this made me want to smash a wall with my fist. I called one more time, and when it connected, I heard a man saying some shabby things to her. I knew at once she was in trouble and had my assistant track her down.

The fastest way to get there was by helicopter, and I was glad I used that instead, because if I had gotten there just a minute late, some monster would have abused my wife, and only God knows what I would have done to him and every fucking person in that inn. He was lucky enough that I chose death as his punishment.

“Jaxon!” Father yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. I threw the phone to my left hand and picked up the files I was working on yesterday.

“If you have nothing more to say, then I will hang up,” I said with a frown, and he scoffed.

“How is Beth? Did something happen to her? And why isn’t her line going through?”

Questions. They irritated me like hell.

“She will get to you once she is free. I need to go now.” I ended the call and could hear my father cursing from the other side. That was the relationship between my father and me—we weren’t close and didn’t get along. Hell, I wasn’t even close to my mother, either.

After the incident that happened when I was six, I quickly packed up and decided to live with my grandparents.

I went downstairs and scanned the sitting room but couldn’t spot anyone, not even my little bride. So I returned upstairs and down the corridor, there was a door. I held the knob and thought of knocking, but it was my house and also my wife, so I pushed the door open, and on the queen-size bed was my bride.

She had the duvet wrapped around her, and the bed wasn’t that long, but her feet ended midway. I walked in and checked out the space—the maids had changed the usual grey curtains to pink, and the little balcony facing the garden now had flower pots.

“You,” I heard Elizabeth’s shocked tone and turned to look at her. She quickly sat up and pulled the duvet even closer; even the duvet was fluffy and pink.

“Why are you here?” she asked me such a silly question, and I glared at her like she had lost her mind.

“Why shouldn’t I be here?” I walked over to her closet and pulled it open. Her clothes arrived yesterday, and Miss Alice was quick enough to organize everything.

“I… I, uh, didn’t expect you to be here. That’s all,” she stuttered, and I frowned when I couldn’t find anything worth wearing in her closet—flowery gowns and more gowns. Was that really all she wore?

I shut the closet and walked to the door. “Get ready. We are leaving in fifteen minutes.”

“Huh?” she whooped, but I didn’t offer her the pleasure of explaining more. I walked out of the bedroom, returned to my office, and set up an alarm for fifteen minutes. She better be ready by then.

Ring.

I checked the caller and it was my assistant. The call got connected. “Sir, good morning.”

“You definitely didn’t call me at 7 a.m. to say good morning.”

“No… of course not. Uh, just letting you know that Mr. Norman showed up at the company creating a scene.”

I scoffed. What did he think? That creating a scene was going to revive Norman Groups?

“Call the cops and get him out of my building.”

The line went silent and I had to check if he was still on the line—and he was. “Sir… he keeps insisting he wants to have a word with you.”

“What did I just say?” I was displeased by the fact that he wasn’t listening and carrying out the instructions I gave. Caleb was already twenty-two years old but had the brain of a teenager. I better find a new assistant.

“I am calling the cops right now.”

“Good.”

I suddenly frowned when I remembered it was almost the end of the year and those accountants had still not delivered the yearly balance sheets. “Did those accountants complete their tasks?” The accounting department was one of the weakest in the company, they were slow and lazy, and I was going to put an end to their shenanigans.

“Not yet, sir, but they are working on it.”

“Working on it? If they don’t complete the task by the end of the week, fire them all.”

I hung up, not giving Caleb the opportunity to express his invalid opinions.

After a few minutes, the alarm went off and I stood up, picked up my keys, and walked to the sitting room to find Miss Alice setting up breakfast. She knew I didn’t eat breakfast, so it must be for Elizabeth, but I expected her to be done by now and already having breakfast—but no.

“Good morning, Master,” Alice passed by and I nodded while my gaze was focused upstairs, waiting for my bride to hurry down but to no avail.

“Miss Alice,” I called, and she walked back to me. “Tell Elizabeth to find her way to the office. She better be in my office in the next hour.” With that, I walked to my car and drove out. Elizabeth didn’t know how to respect time, and that’s going to be the first lesson I teach her.