Chapter 43: Vixen's Secret Heart throb

Jaxon's POV:

“What is this?” I stared unblinkingly at the Phone Reene had shoved in to my face.

“Do you want me to read it for you?” She asked innocently.

“Of course, I can read.” I snapped, then picked up the phone to see what all this nonsense was about.

A blog ‘Celebrity Corner' had tweeted a picture of— I squinted my eyes— Me and Laura, an image from our walk last night with a crazy title. The VIXEN'S Secret Heart throb. Printed in black bold letters.

I scowled. Secret Heart throb was quite an obnoxious way of addressing me.

The tweet read:

Popular Female singer, Laura Jacobs who is known on stage as The VIXEN in a reported interview yesterday with one of our correspondent operatives in the field, Ms. Rita disclosed and debunked the ridiculous ‘rumour’ questioning her sexuality. In a live interview with our correspondent she publicly addressed the issue. Calling it, according to her “Simply an outrageous thing to say.” She made it open that was neither gay nor attracted to women as many claimed debunking the question about sexuality that had been widespread lately. She further went ahead to hint at the fact that there was someone in her life. Which until lately we have been unable to prove untill recent..

I stopped there and lifted my head up to glare at my secretary, who lowered her head not daring to look up.

Something feral was stirring in my chest. Laura had told the reporters she had someone in her life. There was some fucking bastard in her life all this while.

I balled my fist and pressed it hard against my office desk, before dragging my gaze back to the screen to read the rest of the story..

Who was that bastard in her life though? No one else could be there except me. No one else was allowed.

I frowned at the screen again and tightened my hold on the phone, to stop my hands from shaking like it was now.

I read the last line again and paused at ‘until recent..”

My eyes hovered over the word for a while before I sighed softly and continued reading.

Untill recently pictures of her and popular business tycoon Jaxon Fallon, the sole heir of The Fallon Consolidated surfaced online. —Now they were talking about me.

In the photo VIXEN also Laura Jacobs is seen walking side by side with the rich heir and was covered in the laters jacket..

A soft incredulous laughter escaped my mouth despite myself, something warm had nudged inside me, dissipating the anger. I smiled as I scrolled a finger on the screen to continue reading.

The couple were spotted and recorded by several excited fans late last night in the middle of Starbucks. There are even more photos of them returning to Mr. Jaxon's car, were the heir is seen holding the door for her to climb in, in another picture. Now, this births the question buzzing on the media since last night IS JAXON FALLON OUR VIXEN'S SECRET HEART THROB?

HAS THE HEIR TO THE FALLONS CONSOLIDATED, A ONCE FAMOUS PLAYBOY FINALLY FOUND LOVE?

I scowled. How could they call me a playboy. But the next line was even less subtler than the last. And far alarming.

We think we are right this time, Jaxon Fallon has successfully broken the ice quuen. This is proven from his recent impulsive acquisition of the record label which the female singer is signed to. Even her attempts to break off the contract suggests there is something more going on between the duo. Another of Laura's fellow artist signed to the label also spoke with one of our correspondents this morning, in her words she said: “He even makes us rehearse at his place, Laura especially. He's probably doing this to get her whole attention, which is pitiful. Considering how the later is working this whole thing to her advantage. Poor Jaxon.

What. The. Fuck!

My smile darkened. Who dared to blab about me to the press, I glared at Reene who looked like she wanted to dissolve away in the corner.

“Get the car ready.” I barked at her.

“Alright sir.” She replied instantaneously, her face flushing with relief as she dashed out of the room.

I picked up the phone again. Still seething with anger. Someone had gone ahead to taint me like a stupid simp to the whole wide world.

I scrolled through the photos without even seeing them. What the hell. What. The. Goddamn.Hell!

One comment read. “I bet two bucks he'd gladly wipe her ass.”

Oh, sure I'd love to do that so much!

I long pressed on the side button and turned off the phone.

I could do without those stupid comments!

I stowed the phone away in my pocket and made after Reene.

As I passed through the hall, I could see employees peeking at me. Eyes flock after me from every cubicle I passed. Mutterings and whisperings were thrown at my back. I even suspected some people were pointing at me from behind. I fought the urge to turn around and yell at them. Just something to bring them back to their senses.

I strutted in to an elevator and jabbed at the button for the last floor and stood back, cussing how slow the carriage took to descend. Everything was outright annoying and in a way too exciting too.

I wished it were true, secretly. I dragged out my phone. It was strange her media aide hadn't done anything since the news surface.

What was going on?

I didn't know if it was my place to call Ryan or Jenna and ask them what the fuck was going on?

Maybe I should. Maybe not. Maybe— well, fuck everything.

I dialed Ryan's number and placed the phone to my ear, waiting.

One.

Two.

Three.

The elevator chimed and sprung apart, I stepped out into the corridors.

“Good Morning Sir.” Ryan's voice filtered through the speaker.

“What is going on, why ain't you doing anything to debunk those absurd rumors?” I asked coldly, trying to sound disinterested yet concerned.

“We can't really take everything down, we're just trying to turn the tide back to her album.”

“What?” I narrowed my eyes.

He sighed. “Actually, all this attention she's getting now is good, since she's working on a new album. It's not really a bad thing, instead that's more money on the line.”

I didn't know to If I had to sound like the label boss and nod at the profit or to sound like…

I couldn't find the right word to put it, okay. Human. To sound human.

“Are you saying, we're selling this fake story instead of stopping it from spreading?”

“Yes, sir. We…”

I didn't let him finish. “Fuck you, Ryan!”

This was someone's life you were putting on the line all in the name of profit.

The anger that had been bottled up in me all this time broke loose, contorting my whole face and enveloped my voice as I repeated the swear.

“Fuck you!”

How could he make doing something wrong sound so righteous.

So righteously wrong.

He had no right to do that!