Chapter 69 Breakfast
Verena
I was so drunk last night that while Daxton helped peel the strap of my heel, I passed out.
Daxton pressed the doorbell harder, a small groan slipping from his mouth. The plan for the morning was to stay together. Then Neil changed it and now, Nina canceled the art exhibition in her gallery and asked us to join her for breakfast.
He had refused, curse words almost rolling out of his mouth as he groaned into his pillow. And out of nowhere, I shouted ‘yes’.
Didn't know if it was the alcohol that was still in my system or just the excitement of seeing Nina again but now, he was mad and hadn't uttered a word at me since then.
“Coming in a sec,” The voice from the inside shouted.
Daxton turned to look at me and just when I thought that he was about to blame me, he said. “Nina will try to force you to take wine but none of that,”
I blinked, tilting my head to the side. “Why?”
“Going to a concert, remember. You don't want to meet that Zack guy while reeking of alcohol. Only water and juice,” He said and I found my mouth twisting up in a smile.
“ZEKE NOT ZACK,” I stepped forward, linking my arm to his—the same time the door opened.
Nina hopped off her skating board, her pink hair in a messy bun as she leaned against the door frame and smirked. “Here comes the man who stole his nephew’s wife—” She stifled a belch. “Sorry, ex-wife”
I chuckled while Daxton’s eyes met hers with a glare.
“Oops! I shouldn't have said that—” She pursed her lips then burst out laughing. “But, I can't just help the truth,”
“Oh, hi there, Verena,”
“Hi,”
We both climbed up the small steps. “Move,” Daxton shoved her to the side but the moment we stepped inside, the smile on my face dropped when my gaze landed on someone that I hadn't even expected to see.
Now, my morning was completely ruined.
Thanks to Kian.
Kian raised his head from his tablet, handing it to Jaden as his eyes took me in. This was so uncomfortable!
He wore a knitted blue sweater—the same one I made him last Christmas. Of all the things he could wear, this? Shouldn't he have discarded it or burnt it? It was as if he even wanted me to see it. What the fuck was he even doing here?
I found myself rolling my eyes, Daxton pulling me away until we were now sitting around the dining table.
I didn't know if I should think much of this but Nina planned out the seating arrangement. She made me sit across from Daxton, Jaden sitting beside me, and Kian next to his uncle—after Kian wanted an empty seat between them.
While Nina prattled on about how she canceled the art exhibition at the last minute because of a missing piece, my eyes were fixed on Daxton whose face was devoid of emotion as he poked at the scrambled eggs with his fork while looking lost in thought.
What could be going through his mind?
He didn't even glance at me. He was just detached and lost in his own world and I knew how to jerk him back to reality.
I kicked a heel off, jerking the chair forward.
I stilled my breathing, chewing on bacon slowly while flexing my foot under the table. I brushed the tip of my toes against his ankle, the fork dropping from his fingers to the plate as his shoulders completely stiffened.
Nina rushed. “Is there a problem with the food?”
I smirked, tracing my toes up his calves. “Do you need water?”
His eyes locked with mine, something dark and hungry crawling through them as he shook his head and grabbed the fork with trembling fingers. I held his eyes that begged me to stop, pleading for me to continue.
I let my feet wander higher, feeling the heat from his skin seeping into mine as his grip tightened around the fork—hard enough to snap it in two.
His eyes pleaded for mercy, for control but this morning, he would be getting none of that.
I twirled my hair between my fingers, unease slowly coiling in the depths of my stomach when Kian dropped his fork and fixed his attention on me. Confusion set in his eyes as he darted his eyes between Daxton and me like he was trying to decipher what was going on between us.
What was his problem? What was he even doing here?
I ignored him, feeling the heat pool between my thighs as I dipped my fingers into the syrup.
Slowly.
Intentionally.
Nina nattered away, and as Daxton’s eyes locked with mine, I brought my fingers to my mouth and slowly licked them clean. I could make out the storm inside of him. I saw the way his face fought to keep composure.
“That is nice, Nina,” I added, still feeling Kian’s eyes burning holes into my cheeks.
I let my toes brush up his knee and when I found what I was looking for, a mischievous smile graced my mouth.
I watched the way his throat worked, his conflicted eyes. Then I leaned forward. “Are you okay, Daxton?”
His breath was uneven and just when he was about to open his mouth to speak, I pressed the sole of my foot against his dick tenting up his pants.
Daxton choked on nothing, the tension from his clenched jaw releasing as I twisted my feet harder on his bulge.
While Nina poured him water, Kian had already kicked his chair back to have a proper view of—
What was happening under the table while we had breakfast.
Anger flamed in my chest and if looks could kill, Kian’s eyes would have ripped my feet off his uncle’s dick.
He glowered at me and I glowered harder, anger twisting his features as he reached for a glass of water and downed it—still not taking his eyes off us.
I averted my gaze with the roll of my eyes, fixing it on the only man that mattered as he fought to bite back a groan.
I tried to find the zipper of his pants with my toes, swirling my fork into nothing and then I found it and was about pulling them down when—
Kian suddenly jumped to his feet, his face filled with distraught as he blurted out. “Nina, Dad told me to share something with you…Or we could pray—” His words were incoherent.
He swallowed hard. “No, Jaden, please move your plate and you. I will sit next to Nina,”
I frowned at Kian who avoided my gaze. He did this deliberately.
“Yeah,” Nina said. “Verena, can you—”
I forced a smile that didn't reach my eyes, dropping my feet and slipping it back into my heel. Daxton sprang up, hiding the bulge in his pants as he excused himself.
I stood up too. “I don't think he is okay. I think I should go help him—”
Kian barked, his voice stilling me in place. “There isn't a single need for that!”
I spun on my heel, eying him from head to toe like he had gone mad. What was his problem with me? Why was he after me for fuck’s sake? He seemed to be forgetting that we are exes and what even gave him the right to tell me what to do.
I fixed my eyes on Nina. “I will be right back,”
“I will be coming with you. He is my uncle and I should also check on him.”