Chapter 33: Evan!

Jaxon's POV:

Excitement is like a contagious disease. It catches like fire, spreads and there's nothing yoh can do about it. You can't tame excitement, or piss on someone else's parade when they're truly enthusiastic about something.

Although, Laura had turned down my offer of a ride home, she wasn't mad about it and that… was what I called progress.

I smiled to myself. She even replaced her usual glare with a blush, when I complimented her. Which made me to believe one thing.

I rubbed my chin helplessly. Maybe I had gone about this ordeal the wrong way all along.

I tugged at the duvet and pulled it away from my body, wriggling my leg free. I stepped on the soft plush rug on the floor. I made my way slowly round my room. It was large and all but it felt so empty and lonely for me.

fck! The whole house was!

I walked towards the tall window at the foot of the bed, and reached for the twin curtains and pulled them apart, in one swift shove.

Golden light rays streamed into the room, some pouring over my face. While others attacked the wall, bounced off the ceiling to the floor. Illuminating the entire space.

I sucked in a deep breath. My phone buzzed twice and Laura's voice filled the entire room. Uh-huh! I made one of her songs my ringtone. It was a shame I couldn't get the real thing to sing for me each time my phone rang. Well, half bread was better than none.

I made for the bedpost where my phone, was ringing and clicked the answer button without even looking at the caller ID.

“Hello.”

“Good Morning, Sir.” Reene's cheerful voice came from the other end. She sure was having a bubbling morning from her energetic she sounded.

“Morning, Reene. What's up?” I asked making my way towards the ensuite bathroom.

“I sent in your schedule for today, sometime last night. I'm not sure you've checked it.”

“Ops!” I thumbed my forehead lightly. “I totally forgot about that. Thanks for the reminder.”

“You're welcome, Sir.”

“Anything else?” I asked stepping into the bathroom.

“There's a meeting with the Chairman of The Zamal Group today, it's scheduled by Ten AM.” She replied.

“Really?” How could I have forgotten about that? I removed the phone from my ears and glance at the time.

Shit!

Nine, fourteen AM?

Damn, this is bad!

“I'll be there, shortly.” I said rushing to the bathtub.

“Alright boss.”

The line went dead.

Minutes later, I walked out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel, with water dripping from my dark hair. I reached for my lotion, when my phone buzzed again.

I groaned silently and picked it up. My eyes narrowed as I saw the name on the caller ID.

Why was Evan calling me?

I frowned. We hadn't spoken for months since she left for New York. Even if we were supposedly dating, we were more kind of estranged than actual lovers now.

I clicked the answer button.

“Hi baby.” Her sultry voice came through the speaker.

“Hi, Evan. Why are you calling me?” I went straight to the point.

“Are you not going to at least greet me— we haven't spoken for months.”

“And how is that my fault?” I retorted back.

“But you should at least be happy to hear from me.” She argued.

“Whatever. why are you calling?” I repeated the question, arching my brows at the ceiling. The chandelier.

“What do you mean, Jax?”

“Are you suddenly calling after Eight months and expect me to fawn allover you, my princess?” I said with a snort.

“That's not what I mean, babe.” Her voice dropped to a pleading tone.

“Then what do you mean?” I was already at the end of my patience. “What are you calling for?”

“Uhm..you know babe.” She began.

“I'm not your. Fucking. Babe. Evan. What the fuck do you want?” I snapped cutting her off midway..

“I just got back from New York, I was wondering if you could pick me up from the airport.” She said, and “please.”

“I'm sorry, I am quite very busy at the moment.” I said and clicked the end button, cutting her off mid-speech.

I picked up my well laundered suit from the wardrobe, still sucking at Evan for ruining my perfect morning.

It was around Nine-forty-Eight A.M, when I rode into the company's block and made straight for my office.

Reene in tow behind me. Immediately I settled in she knocked and let herself into the office before starting to fill me in on all the official Junk talks. When she finally thought, she had briefed me on everything. She finally let go of me, to usher in the chairman of the Zamal group— which was a huge relief and welcome development to me.

When I finally thought, I had some time to calm myself. My phone finally buzzed again. Vibrating against my chest.

I dove my hands in side my suit and pulled it out.

My gaze hardened as I saw the caller ID. Evan again?

What did she want from me?

I pecked at the decline button and threw the phone on the table. Not even a millisecond later, the phone buzzed again.

With a deep frown, I picked it up and clicked the answer button.

“What?” I barked into the speakers.

“Babe I just got to your place.”

My eyes narrowed. “Why, what the fuck are you doing there?”

“Why are you sounding all worked up— I just want to spend sometime with you.” She said.

If this was spoken nine or eight months earlier, I would have fallen for this. But the current Jaxon Fallon didn't care. I would never care.

“No!” My tone turned aggressive and decisive. I wanted to make one thing clear, it was over between us! “I don't want to spend anytime with you. I don't have anytime to spare with you.”

Eight fucking months of no communication, not even a hi. No reply to emails, no return to missed calls and she expected that she could walk back into my life and we were going to act like nothing really happened?

Like I was some private property of hers, she could casually do as she pleased with.

No! The anger in my chest was already taking form. I clenched my fist, hanging on to the phone so tightly, I could have crushed it in fury.

“Babe…” I clicked the end button, cutting her off abruptly. I didn't want to hear any of her blabbings.

I stowed the phone away and frowned at the door as Reene stepped through.

“Christ!” She gasped on seeing me. “What's wrong boss?”

“Nothing for you to bother about.” I snapped too harshly, then immediately realized what I'd done. I added. “Just some private stuff.”

She nodded, still staring at me unblinkingly

I stood up from my seat, shoving Evan out of my mind in one final ditch attempt. “Is Mr. Thompson here, already?” I asked.

“Ugh?”

She hadn't heard what I said?

“Is Mr. Thompson here?” I barked.

She jumped a bit, snapping back. “Yes. He is waiting in the conference hall.”

“Okay.”