Chapter 34: Breaking it off!

Jaxon's POV:

I rode the car in to my garage and jumped down immediately I turned off the ignition.

My foot thundered on the floor as I made for the living room. A twist of the doorknob, sent the door ajar.

I walked in to the living room, my eyes surveying the siting space for any sign of Evan.

Only God knew why she didn't dispose off my keys in those eight months of being away.

“Evan!” I called, squinting at the staircase, my face twitching with anger.

“Hello, babe. You're back?” Her fake sweet voice descended the staircase before her figure came. Thudding her feet as she clambered down.

My lips flattened in to a scowl. “What the heck, where you doing in my bedroom?”

She descended down the final flight of stairs and her face broke in to a smile, as she made for me.

I had once fallen for her tall, curvy build and blond hair. which made her look like a carbon copy of every Victoria's secret model from the last five years—But that wasn't anymore.

Her tawny eyes were bright and mischievous as she approached me. Too close.

“What are you doing here, Evan.” I asked, locking eyes with her.

“Nothing, Just came to see my handsome baby boy after so long.” She giggled to herself and hands rose to touch my shoulders as she dragged herself closer.

My eyes narrowed, in an angry tick and I brushed her hands away.

She winced. “What? Are you not happy to see me?”

“Of course, I'm more than happy.” I hissed sarcastically, as my tone dropped so low and cold.

“Then why are you acting all cold— I thought you just had an awful morning earlier.”

Oh, right. Thanks to you. I had one hell of a morning!

She made another attempt to reach for my shoulders but stopped halfway. Abruptly. At my glare, her hands dropped to her side weakly.

“How do you expect me to welcome you back after eight months, huh?” I asked flatly.

“You are not even hearing me out, what's with you?” She retorted.

“Oh, yeah. What do you have to say? Tell me!”

Silence. She stared at me with teary eyes, which sort of made me uncomfortable. I looked pass her shoulder at the staircase and retorted.

“What? You're not talking anymore? Has your tongue suddenly gone stiff?”

She shook her head, slowly. “You've changed. So much, Jax. You really have.”

And that was right. People change, everybody does. And if she was expecting to see the old Jaxon, with his dick sticking out of his pant at her beck and call— Then, she had better get ready for a huge disappointment.

“If you don't have anything else to say, you might as well go upstairs and move your things out of my house.”

“Fine.” Evan bit out. “I'll get out of your way. Just…” She paused and stared at my face, her eyes pleading. “Just give me a few days to scout for an apartment, will you?”

That sounded reasonable. “Okay, you can stay.” I held up three fingers in her face. “You can stay for only three days and that's that!”

“That's alright with me.” She smiled weakly.

But I wasn't done yet, I pointed at the staircase. “But for starters, I need you to get your stuffs out of my bedroom.

“Uhm…” She gulped down something and muttered in a low voice. “Okay.”

Good!

She whirled about and took a few steps to the stairs, then halted in her tracks, an inch from the banister and turned to me, cocking her head sideways.

“Jax.” She called softly.

I lifted my head up. “Yeah?”

“Are we done?”

Did I need to answer that?

“Yeah,” I blurted out. Maybe, she was probably dumb or acting like one. “We're done with everything.”

Which included no late night talks, sx or party. She was an ex. One I wasn't planning to have anything to do with anymore.

“Why?” She persisted.

I smirked. “Do I really have to tell you that?”

“Not really.” She admitted and with a Glock of her hair, she pounded on the staircase

I sucked in a sigh of relief and turned to sink myself in one of the many couches in the living room while gently rubbing my face with my palms. That went better than I expected!

My stomach coiled in to knots and I wanted to just leave the house, which felt so depressing and knock down a few bottles at Paul's.

Speaking of Paul, how was his engagement plans going. I hadn't head from his for a few days already. I'll give him a call later— I told myself, but I was sure I'd forget anyway.

I coiled my fist beside my body and dragged in another ragged breathe. Getting rid of Evan was making me feel a lot more relief than I expected.

Well, I could simply move on to someone else now. And that felt fucking good.

I lifted my head only to meet, Evan's steady gaze.

“What?” I snarled at her.

“I was wondering if I could make you dinner.” She said, twisting her hair in to knots.

“No, I'm not hungry.” I said, my voice firm and resolute, startling even myself.

“Okay.” Her voice sounded light and feeble and along the line of sorrowful.

But we'll, that wasn't my fault to start with. I pulled myself together and stood up, and brushed pass her in three firm strides. Then thundered on the staircase and then, later to my room.

Where I hastily pulled off my tie and wriggle my self out of the Jacket I was wearing. My hands were hovering over my white undershirt, trying to unbotton it. When my phone buzzed.

I dipped my hands in to my trouser and fetched it out. My heart did a sudden leap as I stared at the name displayed on the caller ID.

Laura Jacobs!

Just who I needed right now, my anger evaporated that instance as I cupped the phone to my ear. My smile spreading to my ear.

“Hello, Laura.” I called softly into the receiver.

“Good Evening, Sir.” Her warm voice, filtered through the speakers warming it's way through my heart.

Shit, what was I doing?

Why I was I feeling like a little boy, who just found his favorite candy? Damn!

I gripped the phone more tightly as her voice came through again. “I'm on my way to rehearsals, at your place. I wanted to confirm if you were home?”

You bet I was!

“Yeah, I am.”

“Okay, then. I'd be there in five minutes.”

“Sure…yeah.” I stuttered as the call ended, but something else was surging inside my chest.

I didn't want to admit this to anyone, but for the first time in a while, I felt happy. Genuinely Happy, that she was on her way here!

That she was coming here!

I dropped the phone back on the bed.