Chapter 46: Dad

Jaxon's POV:

It was almost fifteen minutes later before Evan dragged her luggage down the stairs.

I eased myself down from the barstool where I had been sitting and drinking to while away time. I approached her slowly, stirring my glass as I drew near with each stride. The liquor made slurping noises against the glass surface with each shake.

I halted when I was a safe distance from her. I lifted the glass to my lips and sipped on the brandy slowly. Maintaining eye contact with her. The fiery liquor stung my tongue immediately it made contact but the ache was highly welcomed right now!

I lowered the glass and gulped down the alcohol. “I want you to delete every one of those damn photos.”

My voice was low and calculated. I stared at her like she was the very cause of the Ebola phenomenon and I was sure, she could do that too.

Nothing was above her at this rate, she could do anything. Anything!

She sucked in a deep breath and said coolly. “I have no reason to keep those photos— I have long since deleted them all.”

I scanned her face through dead eyes. “I can't take your word for it.”

She tilted her head back and chuckled softly. As if the entire thing was some kind of joke, I was expected to take on lightly.

“Do you want to go through my phone now?” She asked softly.

I chugged down the entire glass and gulped down the entire liquor and held out a palm to her.

If I had to check her phone, I wouldn't hesitate.

“Your phone. Hand it over.”

She looked taken aback. “Tell me you're joking right now, right?”

“Do I look like a clown or a lousy comedian to you?” I snapped, narrowing my eyes into slits. My stomach coiled into several knots and I was barely holding myself from reaching out and snatching the phone from her.

“Alright then.” She threw out her purse and turned its entire contents on the coffee table, several cents and dollar notes fell out, her cellphone, lipgloss, chewing gum— everything splayed out on the table.

I closed the distance between us and bent over the table to pick up her cell phone and handed it back to her.

She arched a brow at me, her face flustered. “What..”

“Unlock it.” I sneered.

Her fingers flew over the screen in a frenzy and a second later, she handed me the phone.

I scrolled through the device, combing through every inch of the device to make sure— there were no secret photos of me snogging her, hidden away on her cell phone. When I was satisfied and sure, she had thoroughly cleared out all of the footages. I handed the phone back to her.

“Are you satisfied now?” She smirked, whisking the phone from my hands.

I gave her a weak smile and helped her grab the traveling bag.

“I'll help you carry this out, when you're done packing up those.” I nodded at the coffee table.

The smirk vanished from her face, draining half of the color from it in the process. It was my turn to smirk at her now.

No one ever did it better than me.

She opened her mouth to say something but the words were not forthcoming. She shut it back and swallowed abruptly before bending over to stuff everything back in her purse.

Minutes later, I watched my chauffeur Harmish, haul the last of her luggage into the car trunk. Before opening the car door for her to step in. She turned around and shot me one last look before climbing into the car. Harmish slammed the door firmly in place behind her and jogged the distance back to the driver's seat.

As the car glided out of the garage, I exhaled in relief and let out a long sigh, that made my Secretary Reene whirl around to stare at me.

It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off my shoulder and that made me feel so lightheaded.

Watching the car disappear in the distance, I suddenly realized I didn't believe in sentimental shit! Heck, not usually. I was too hardened by life, circumstances and the very people I share a roof with. And Evan had just taught me another God damn lesson, I wasn't going to forget any time soon.

I turned around and took two brisk steps to the car, calling out to Reene over my shoulder. “Let's go. I still need to give that speech!”

“Right.”

Another minute later we were pulling out of the front gate— The reporters here had considerably thinned down, but there was still a few hagglers. One raised his head and spotted me as the car approached. He immediately picked up his camera and began taking several slews of photos. I flipped him the middle finger through the rolled down window.

Fuck you pal!

More reporters soon rallied round him. I groaned and rolled up the window.

“Is this the highest you can go?” I threw a question at Reene, frowning at the reporters who were now clinging to the car

“No, Sir.” She squeezed out a weak smile and turned up the gear by two levels. The car lurched forward and soon the reporters were lost behind us.

The ride was silent, choking and suffocating at the same time. There was a hell load of shit on my mind, I wanted to rant about—But looking at Reene, I knew I'd better not. And that wasn't because I didn't trust her. Hell, I trusted her so much!

But those things weren't things I could tell just anyone and definitely not her and that made it even more annoying.

“Stop the car.” I suddenly called out.

She braked on impulse and looked up at me probably for the umpteenth time today.

“I don't think I want to talk to the press anymore. Just have the district attorney handle everything.”

“Okay.”

I sighed again, looking out through the window at a fancy building on the other side of the road, a Piccadilly circus. My phone buzzed in my jacket.

I grunted as I dipped my hands inside the jacket to fetch it out.

My face darkened in horror as I stared at the name on the caller ID.

My pulse picked up as I clicked the answer button and called out in a small choked voice. “Dad?”

“Jaxon, Get your ass here this instant!”

The color drained from my face. I gulped.

How the fuck did Dad get wind of this?

I looked up at Reene as the line went dead. She looked back at me too, the fear evident in her eyes.

Shit!