Chapter 101 Emotions
Verena
I sniffled loudly, cheeks a streak of mascara and dried tears. I couldn't care less for the number of eyes that stared at me as I tightened my grip on the bag slung over my shoulders and trudged home.
All I could think of was the fact that my baby would've been four if I hadn't had a miscarriage.
I wouldn't cry anymore. It was all in the past and—
The moment I lifted my gaze and caught sight of Daxton standing at the gate, fresh sobs racked through me as I came to a halt. A worried expression on his face and just as he turned, his eyes locked on mine and he was walking towards me fast.
“What happened to your phone? I was just about to bang on people’s doors—” His steps faltered, his face softening when he noticed the mess on my face.
“Verena?” his voice broke with every second that he sauntered to me.
The warmth of his palm seeped into my cheeks as I walked into his arms and pressed my forehead against his chest. “Why are you even with me? I am just a burden and can't give you children. I don't even have a womb,”
Daxton pulled back, cupping my face as his eyes searched through mine. “No, don't say that. If I wanted kids a long time ago, I would have had one. I don't care for these things, Verena”
I took another tiny sniffle as his fingertips brushed through my skin. “What happened at the housewarming? Who said hurtful words to you?” Something dark crawled into his eyes, rage slowly radiating off him.
I shook my head. “He didn't say anything bad to me and—”
“He?”
I swallowed hard. “Kian,”
Alarms went off in Daxton’s eyes. “Kian moved into the neighborhood!” his voice rose to an octave.
I shook my head. “His secretary Jaden did. He is Emily’s boyfriend,”
Daxton’s face scrunched. “What?”
“Wait, about Kian—” he stared into my eyes for answers.
Tears stung the back of my eye again while Daxton ran his hand through my body like he was searching for something badly. “Did Kian touch you? What did he say?”
“No, he didn't,”
My heart twisted painfully in my chest as another tear slid down my cheek. “I was listening in on the conversation he was having with someone. He was expressing his sadness concerning Zita’s fake pregnancy and mentioned the pregnancy I lost—”
Daxton cut in, fury twisting his face. “And he knew you were there?” He shouted.
I trembled while he gripped me by the shoulders, running his hand up my arm. “Did I scare you? I am sorry for yelling,”
“I was only startled. Anyway, it was my fault for listening and for allowing my emotions to get the best of me,”
“No, it isn't your fault. Kian knew what he was doing. He only wanted to remind you of what you two shared in the past knowing how bad it traumatized you,”
Those words stayed in my heart as he led me towards the garden and made me sit on his lap while he wiped the mess off my face with his handkerchief.
“Daxton,” I called his name softly as his eyes swept up to mine.
“Do you sometimes get tired of me when I am this way?”
His face broke into a smile as he pushed my hair back, and with every second that his gaze lingered on mine, his dick kept getting hard under me. “No, never,”
“Daxton, I want to feel you inside of me,” I whispered, adjusting to wrap my legs around him.
“Fuck…Verena. Outside?” his voice thickened with lust while I reached for his zipper tugged it down until his dick was in my hand.
“That makes it better and Matilda wouldn't just wander into the garden,” I breathed as his fingers slipped through my thigh, knuckles brushing my wetness as he ripped my thong off.
I laughed, slowly sinking into his dick as I threw my head back and gasped. With every thrust to the hilt, he kept hitting my sweet spot, crashing his lips on mine to swallow every moan.
His breath was warm against my mouth as he cupped the back of my head and pulled me closer to his face. “You always look so hot, bouncing off my cock like this,”
I cried from how good this was, how fast he was pounding into me from below as he licked the tears running down my face all the way to my jaw.
I moaned softly, while he trailed wet lips from my jaw to my collarbones and kissed it, his fingers digging into the cheeks ass.
“Fuck, Daxton. I think I am going to come,” his thrust became deeper, sharper as he murmured against my skin. “You’re not done yet,” His mouth covered mine again as he shoved his tongue down my throat roughly and swallowed every word that was about escaping my throat.
I rolled my hips, the walls of my pussy clenching around his cock as he groaned into my mouth. “Do that squeezing thing again,”
“Beg me,”
His eyes held mine with want. “Please Verena, squeeze your pussy around my cock and crush it,”
I did and he let out a loud groan, increasing his pace as he tried to thrust through the tightness only to explode his cum inside of me with a roar.
My own orgasm crashed through me as well. My head dropped on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around me and we remained in that position—his cock still buried inside of me.
His breath was hot and heavy against my neck. “Verena, I swear if you don't marry me, I will die,”
I laughed at how the desperate plea in his voice made it hoarse, my mind drifting back to Kian and the miscarriage thing as I broke into tears on Daxton’s shoulder, sinking into the scent of his cologne.
“Verena? Crying again?”
I pulled back and wiped the tears from my eyes. “I am just in my feelings tonight,”
“Now, I suddenly want to return there and throw a punch in his face!” He muttered through gritted teeth while I slid off him, pulling my skirt down.
“I am okay. I will move past this soon,”
Daxton put his dick back into his pants, taking a second to clean the cum dripping down my thigh. “I couldn't get a hold of you throughout the day, where were you,”
He didn't raise his head. “Taking care of a nuisance,"
I stared down at him, confused. “What does that even mean,”
He pressed a kiss to my thigh. “You don't need to know. I have taken care of it and no one would ever spring out of nowhere and try to tear us apart again,”
That was when it slowly hit me that the person he was referring to as ‘nuisance’ was Ashley Delavine.
I didn't bother asking questions. Only relieved that she was out of the way.
Daxton was now on his feet, fingers curling around my wrist. “Where are we going?” I asked.
“I want to show you something that I think will better your mood,”
“Okay—” I smiled, eyes glinting with curiosity as I allowed him to pull me to the garage.
When we entered, I gasped on seeing that he had picked up my car from the repairer’s shop. It was freshly washed. Repainted.
“Babe, you didn't have to do this” I pouted while he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at me with a playful smirk on his face.
“You don't see anything else?”
I shook my head.
“Look around,”
I spun and froze momentarily—staring at the Black Rolls Royce Cullinan, a wide red satin ribbon stretched across its hood, tied into a neat bow.
My heart suddenly started pounding fast as I glanced back and forth at Daxton and the car.
“Oh, My God…” I slapped my hand over my mouth. “Oh my God,” I shouted this time. “Is this mine?” I held my heart in one hand.
Daxton pushed off the wall and the moment he nodded, I screamed and didn't even know when I jumped on him.
I dropped off him and squealed in excitement, twirling around while he only looked at me with so much love in his eyes that I melted.
“Daxton—” I whispered, rushing to hug him one more time.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it. I love it. But, you didn't have to—”
“Shh,” He held a finger to my mouth, his hand circling my waist as he drew me closer to him. “I got this car to show you how sorry I am for all the nonsense you had to hear from Ashley at the reunion—and to show you how much you mean to me. I would never let you be put in a situation where you’re disrespected.
“Dax…” Tears were already welling in my eyes. “I am at a loss for words,”
“I know. So, how do you want to celebrate? Want to take it for a spin around town
I nodded, blinking back the tears. “Yes but I have a better idea,” my fingers flattened on his chest.
“What is that? Tell me what it is and we will do it your way,”
“Fuck me dirty in my car first.”