Chapter 89 PERFECT FVCKING TIMING!
Erica’s POV
“What do you mean?” Jaxon asked, eyes locked straight into mine.
I sighed, popped a candy into my mouth. “I didn’t know either,” I muttered around the sugar.
“I’ll help you get out of it.” He shifted closer. Too close. Those sincere eyes pinned me.
I froze. “Tsk. Who said I want out?”
He went still, staring down at me like I’d slapped him. “What do you mean?”
My smile stretched slow and wicked. “I’m not cancelling the engagement anytime soon.”
Jaxon shot to his feet. The words clearly burned him. “Did you fall in love with him?” His voice cracked just a little.
A hysterical laugh ripped out of me. “Fall? You and I both know I don’t do that shit.” I licked my lips, tasting candy and spite.
“Then why?” He stepped in again, crowding me. “Erica, being engaged isn’t what it looks like. You need to break it off.”
I sighed again. “Erica signed a contract, Jaxon.”
The blood drained from his face, but that stubborn fire stayed lit. “I won’t accept it.”
I chewed harder on the candy, licked my lips once more.
I started to stand, but his body slammed into mine. I crashed back into the chair. His hands caged the armrests, big eyes boring into me.
“I don’t want you engaged to him,” he growled low.
I swallowed hard. “I know what I’m doing.”
I shoved him off, yet his grip snapped to my wrist, yanking me back down.
“I won’t accept it.” Cold and final. It was the first time I had seen him like this, ice instead of warmth.
I sighed, reached up slow… then yanked his hair hard. “Move.”
He didn’t budge. Just pinned me tighter between him and the seat.
“Move!” I snapped again.
Those sad eyes met mine. I froze. “I just lost my sister, Erica. I don’t want to lose you too.”
My lips parted.
Should I tell him? Explain the game, the why?Before the words came, his mouth crashed on mine.
Shock slammed through me. His lips moved hungry, sucking, claiming. I shoved him, but he caught my neck, gentle but firm, and pulled me right back in.
No air. No space. Just him devouring.
My eyes flicked to the door.
'He followed me.'
After all those ignored messages, today, of all fucking days, he decides to show up.
I bit my lips. “Sorry, Jaxon,” I whispered.
Then I fisted his shirt, dragged him closer, and kissed him deeper. Hard. Deliberate.
I’ll use you.
I hated how disappointed, how fucking angry—I had felt when Aaron never came. So I had accepted Matteo’s terms. I never sign shit without seeing real leverage. This was to burn him! For leaving me behind....
I don't know why, but I shut wanted him to feel hurt, burnt, like I did. When I needed his presence, he decided to be absent..
The door creaked open.
Aaron stepped in. That signature smirk died instantly.
My arms slid around Jaxon’s neck, pulling him flush. He groaned low, tongue sliding in. I let him. Gave him everything, every taste, every inch. Shut my eyes and let his heat burn through me.
He didn’t even notice Aaron.
I didn’t need to see Aaron’s face. The rage pouring off him was thick enough to choke on.
The footsteps retreated and the door slammed shut
Jaxon paused, turned toward the sound. My hand slipped under his shirt. He froze, caught my wrist.
“Erica…” Soft. Almost pleading.
My gaze stayed glued to the door. Regret clawed at my chest. I sucked in a breath.
“You can use me as much as you want,” he said quietly. Did he notice all along?
I whipped back to him. Yet he had a wild smile on his face.
“Did you—”
“I knew he was outside.”
He stood slowly, his fingers raking through my hair. My stomach twisted hard.
“Really? It wasn’t because-” I started, then shut it down. No explanations were needed.
I wanted a favour and I got it! That's all.
“I need you to be my gigolo for a few weeks.”
My voice came out ice-cold. Jaxon caught the shift, his brow arched upwards
“You-”
“Don’t ask questions.” I crossed my legs. “In or out?”
He stared. I stared back but nothing in those eyes, revealed a thing. There was no warmth, no anger, no nothing.
“Do we get to fuck?” Casual as hell, it slipped from his lips.
My lips parted. “Do you want that?”
My body didn’t feel like mine anymore. Just dead weight. A tool. Ever since Carter… sex? It meant jack shit.
“I’ll give it to you if you want,” I said flatly.
His breath hitched. “No.” he purred out soft. He leaned closer. “I’ll only do it with your real permission.”
I arched a brow. “I’m giving permission right now.”
He smiled small, knowing. “I know when something’s just a game to you.”
Then he dropped into the chair beside me.“Do you believe in love?” He tilted his head, eyes drilling deep into mine.
I looked away.
“Love died, Jaxon. It’s for weak people.”
i used to believe love was real Now? I still ain't sure, I just felt this gaping hole where something used to be....Something I craved and hated myself for missing.
“Liar,” he muttered, looking away.
Did he see right through me?
I hardened my face. “It’s not a lie. I would rather jump off a bridge than fall again.”
Men were tools. i would use them and tossed them how I want, I'm not going to be the victim this time.
I turned to him, breath ragged. “Let’s start now.”
He froze. “What-”
I didn’t let him finish. I slid onto his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, dragged his hands to my ass and smiled
I paused—just long enough. Then slammed my mouth on his.
Creak!
The door opened. Perfect fucking timing.