Chapter 38: A Night out together!

Laura's POV:

It still felt like one big joke. But here I was really, sitting at the front of Jaxon Fallon's car, the jerk!

And he was making it a personal duty to make an alarming amount of eye contact. And he just had to do it again.

I rolled my eyes as he quickly looked away, steering the wheel and looking ahead. He was still going to do it again. This was the fifth or sixth time already, since he had been stealing glances at me since we started off from his place. The silence in the car was thick and palpable, you could taste it if only you stuck your tongue out.

He turned his head again. I couldn't hold it in anymore. The words toppled right out of my mouth. “Why do you keep stealing glances at me?” I asked with a raised brow.

“Because you're so beautiful, I can't seem to get my mind over anything except looking at you.” He blurted out immediately.

The color rose to my cheek and remained there, turning very hot.

I jerked my hands to my chest at the same time, hovering over it protectively. As his eyes sought mine again, but this he didn't look away.

My stomach churned and turned, fluttery yet heavy at the same time.

His eyes narrowed as he zoomed in on me.

“Don't look at me!” I snapped, the hand over my chest covering it firmly. I turned away from him to stare out through the window.

“Do you care if we stop for a drink?”

“No!” I protested almost immediately in a screech. Swinging my neck back and facing headlong.

“What I care about right now.” I said slowly, catching my breath. “Is to get home safely, away from you.”

And this stupid adrenaline spikes surging through me.

Any minute longer now, and I wouldn't be able to keep it in. This was the first time since he assaulted me that we have shared an enclosed space together. And alone. And it felt like that horrible night all over again, all thanks to Ryan. Bless his soul, if I caught him.

I glared at his Blue Cadillac driving at a sedate pace in front of us. He suddenly turned round a corner. And Jaxon maneuvered the car after him.

“Where do you stay at?” He said as he steered the car into the bend.

I bit my lower lip slowly and dragged it into my mouth. “Northern Boulevard.” I muttered.

“Hmmm.” He nodded, tearing his eyes from the road and studying my face. “You look..” He began, and sucked in a deep breath. Before spitting out the word in difficulty. “Worried or should I say tensed.”

I slid a hand into my thigh to keep it warm and turned my head away to look through the glass window again, ignoring him.

“Christ, Laura!” He cried out in alarm. “What's wrong? I'm just driving you home not eating you up!”

“That's exactly what's wrong!” I asserted, my nose flaring up.

I placed a hand against the door handle and propped my head on it. Drawing in deep breaths to calm my overexcited nerves.

This was all a very wrong idea. Really!

I'm going to so crack down Ryan once I got home.

The car suddenly stopped abruptly and the engine died down. I looked up, we weren't anywhere close to my house yet. Why were we stopping?

I looked up at Jaxon. He slid out of his seatbelt and pushed the car door open.

“Where are you going?”

“Get down.” He growled, locking eyes with me. With his two hands in his trouser pants. But there was something in his eyes that was different from the usual arrogant look he always wore all the time.

He looked concerned, though in his own rough way. But that made it genuine. Which toppled something fluttery in my insides— I have never seen Jaxon this way. Never!

But that could also be because I never really saw much of him.

Why am I getting down?” Did the car break down?

He seemed to have seen through my worry, as his face broke into a smile, which I suddenly realized suited his features at that very moment. “The car is okay. We are just taking a walk.”

“Huh?” My voice was low and smoky, barely audible to even my own ears.

“Let's go for a walk.” He repeated again. “I think you need that.”

I narrowed my eyes. “A walk?”

Was I processing things slowly or what?

Jaxon Fallon was taking me for a walk?

“Yes, get down. Now!”

I pulled out the door handle and heaved it open, without asking anymore questions or even trying to argue about whatever he said. I climbed out of the car. The cold hit me straight in the face in waves, immediately I stepped out, the cold clung to my exposed skin tightly and I shuddered—shook terribly as I walked towards him.

He quietly locked the car door and reached for my hands.

I closed my eyes as his warm ones covered mine in a firm grip.

This was just keep me warm, nothing else.

Nothing, else. It's just me trying to get close to him enough. So I can have my revenge.

Yes, that is what this is. A way to make my revenge happen!

“Are you cold?” His voice jerked me back to reality and I opened my eyes. I had goosebumps cramped all over my skin.

“Just a little bit.” I said in a whisper, smoothing my skin over with my palm.

His hand holding my hand slipped away, letting go of my hand and in that desperate second, I lunged to grasp his hand back.

Willing him to hold me. Even if it was just for the warmth he gave.

He pushed my hand back and chuckled softly. His eyes staring mockingly. “I'm just going to take this jacket and I'd hold you as much as you want alright?”

I snorted, ignoring the gleam in his eyes. Did he think because I wanted him to hold me, that I needed him? I COULD SORT MYSELF OUT!

I looked away at the other side of the road ignoring whatever he was doing, removing his jacket or his trousers.. whatever.

I just needed to get home safely. And we were so late into the night already. Too much!

Something heavy and warm dropped on my shoulder—I stiffened— for almost a minute, before slowly turning my head to stare at him with wide bulging eyes.

Why was he giving me his jacket?

He grinned happily and stowed his two hands back in his pocket. “Hope you're feeling warmer now?”

“Yeah, sure.” I'm feeling a lot warmer that is if you counted the way my cheek was all reddened and hot.

Why was Jaxon Fallon acting all strange and…different tonight?

I was so unfamiliar with this side of him and it …felt strangely loveable.

Fuck, love-a-what! Never! The night air must have probably done something to my brain.

Because the Jaxon Fallon that I know can never be loved.

Doesn't deserve any human treatment.

“Give me your hand then” He called out, holding out his hands.

Why did he suddenly want to take my hand.

I held on to the jacket.