Page 89 of Savage

“Of course, love. No problem,” he replied and both he and Daisy stood to allow her past. Her shoulders were slumped and I suddenly felt sorry for her.

After our meal, I helped my mother stack the dishwasher and she said that she’d had suspicions after finding my necklace in Jaxon’s room. Whilst Marcus, Chris and Jaxon were sharing a beer, we sat at the kitchen counter and had a glass of wine.

My mother explained that my father had been charged and that there was now another order against him to protect us both. She said that he would go before a judge within the next few months.

I held her hand and listened to the story, feeling numb. As far as I was concerned, my father was Marcus.

After around an hour, Jaxon approached me and my mother and placed a kiss on my cheek, saying he would take a shower and then did I want to watch a movie with him.

I felt a bit nervous, as all eyes were upon us and Chris had a massive cheesy grin.

“You don’t have to peck her on the cheek, you can kiss her properly,” my other stepbrother said cheekily.

“Piss off pervert,” Jaxon huffed.

Daisy grinned and pushed herself off the stool, pacing over to her husband who did indeed plant a kiss on her lips.

“See, that’s how it’s done,” Chris commented with a smirk.

“Fuck me Chris, you need a girlfriend,” Jaxon bit back, shaking his head. And of course, I was working on that for him.

It was a strange atmosphere now it was all out in the open but I didn’t hate it.

Turning to Jaxon, I said I’d meet him in the living room. “We have to watch Bambi or ET though.”

My official boyfriend grinned as a silent message passed between us. “Ah cool, I love that movie. I’ll join you.” Chris said inviting himself.

Jaxon rolled his eyes and shot his brother a look. “Nope, not going to happen. We can do without the third wheel thanks.”

Chris exhaled noisily. “Great. I’m already being phased out. Either that or the dreaded gooseberry.”

As Chris went to move past us, Jaxon patted him on the back playfully. “If the cap fits bro.”

Daisy was still hugging her husband lovingly and Jaxon gave me a saucy wink before he headed out of the kitchen and upstairs.

The dishwasher had stopped its cycle and I moved to empty it, stopping my mother in her tracks. “Why don’t you and Marcus go and chill? I’ve got this.”

It was late and my mother liked her beauty sleep so they retired to bed and I unloaded the pots and put them away. So excited about having the chance to snuggle up with Jaxon with a movie and not have to pull away when someone came into the room.

We were now official and it was out there. For good.

I had been in the living room waiting for Jaxon for what felt like ages and so decided to pop to my room to grab my hoodie. The temperature had dropped and I still wore my camisole top, the cotton was thin.

I slowly made my way up the stairs, feeling so happy and guilt-free now our parents knew about us. As I rounded the corner and set off down the corridor toward my room, I heard voices coming from Jaxon’s room.

Moving towards his door, I placed my ear against the wood, straining to hear. The bathroom door was slightly open and from the steam, I could see he’d already showered. Who was he talking to?

I was just about to knock when I realised one of the voices was female. Pain sliced through my chest like an actual knife. OMG!

Without giving it another second, I curled my hand into a fist and pushed the door wide.

Everything went in slow motion and I found it difficult to register what I was seeing. Jaxon was standing over the bed in just a towel. Molly, fucking Molly Andrews, the girl he had not fucked so he’d said, was laying in front of him in lace knickers with her huge breasts on show.

They both turned as the door crashed into the wall and I thought I was going to be sick.

My mouth dropped open and I was stunned to the spot; like a rabbit in the headlights.

I blinked; shocked to the core by what I was seeing. Molly laid there, unclothed, her eyes on mine like an unwanted apparition. If she was surprised to see me, she didn’t show it. If anything, she looked triumphant.

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