Page 90 of Savage

Jaxon had lied to me, everything he said and promised, shattered in the air between us like the finest glass. The naked expanse of Molly’s long legs and her huge tits mocked me cruelly. She was enjoying wiping my nose in it.

My eyes did not lie. It all made sense now. Jaxon was sleeping with Molly behind my back. They’d set me up, oh how they must have been laughing at me. Silly little Wynter Hart, the pity fuck.

I choked back a sob, jamming my fist into my mouth to stop myself from screaming.

Everything in me split into a million pieces. I placed a wobbly hand on my chest, attempting to claw in a breath. Devastated didn’t even touch the sides.

That painful silence stretched like an endless cave as my face twisted to Jaxon. He was pale beneath his tan, his face betraying his guilt.

“Wynter,” he said in a ragged voice, taking a step forward, one hand on his towel, the other raised towards me.

I started to move slowly backwards, shaking my head. “Don’t touch me!” I yelled.

My mind raced as sordid images of the two of them together were triggered in my head. No wonder he had taken so long.

It felt like someone had stuck a pin in me. The hurt I felt at that moment was immense; like someone had reached into my chest and ripped out my heart. That someone, Molly fucking Andrews and Jaxon Bastard Savage.

I could taste the betrayal in the back of my throat and a wave of sickness hit me, forcing me into action. I had to remove myself from that situation and fast before I collapsed in a sad fucking heap. The thought of Jaxon showering to wipe the sex smell of Molly from his body made me sick to my stomach. Pain and horror was replaced by fury. I had never felt so volatile; anger, confusion and despair flooded my insides.

As I twisted away and set off on shaky legs down the corridor toward the stairs, I heard Jaxon swear savagely and shout my name. Molly’s high-pitched voice scratched over my skin like metal fingernails.

I almost fell down the stairs, stumbling into Daisy who was in the process of climbing them with a glass of water in her hand. “Wynter, are you OK?” she gasped, reaching out a hand to steady both herself and me. I gently pulled my arm away. I couldn’t deal with her just then.

“I’m going for a walk,” I shot out in an uneven voice and her brow plaited. I missed her following comment as I lunged for the door and ran from the house.

My feet crunched over the gravel, luckily the large gates into the driveway were open and I moved past them, upping my pace as I heard Daisy shouting my name from the doorway behind me. Her voice forced me faster; my feet drumming the ground as I ran across the road toward the farmland which sat opposite the house.

Blood rushed in my ears, it was dark and I lifted my body up and over the fence onto our distant neighbour's land; they sold turf and I ran across the newly planted strips, uncaring if I damaged anything. All I could think about was Jaxon and Molly and how I’d been such a fool.

Tears stung my eyes and a fine mist of water fluttered over my ankles as I raced past a sprinkler system which was watering the turf. I carried on moving in no direction when I heard Jaxon yell my name again. The sounds of his voice caused further hurt and humiliation to radiate through me.

I pushed on, running faster now, flicking off my sandals which were hindering my flight. My breath came from my body in harsh pants as I heard the thudding of feet against the ground. Jaxon was chasing me down. Before then, that thought would have sent a rush of excitement through me, but now there was only dread. My hands clenched into fists as I was grabbed by one arm and roughly swung around to face my betrayer.

Our chests crashed together as he grabbed my other arm, snapping my neck back to face him.

He was also out of breath, his hair still wet from the shower and although he’d pulled on sweatpants, his black shirt was open to the waist. God, he looked sexy. I fielded that observation away with the rest of my bad decisions. The main one, getting involved with this man in the first place.

He was furious which at that moment felt so misplaced. How dare he?

His face was flushed. “Will you just stop for one second and listen to me,” he growled down into my misery. I attempted to yank away but his grip tightened.

“Let go of me! I hate you!” I screamed, tears running down my cheeks, burning my skin like acid.

His face contorted as he leaned down into me, his nostrils flaring. “It’s not what you think,” Jaxon began, his voice slightly calmer now that he had caught me. His gestures were wide and exaggerated as he waved an arm back toward the house.

“You don’t understand what you saw there.”

I struggled against his chest but he held me with one hand. “Really? I think it was pretty, fucking obvious.”

“You saw what she wanted you to see,” Jaxon growled.

I wanted to slap him but was helpless in his hold. “You’re a liar, get away from me.”

I pulled back, putting a slight distance between his hard bare chest and mine.

“For fucks sake Wynter, she set me up,” Jaxon snarled with his teeth bared, invading my personal space.

The laugh which was anything but burst between my lips. His words were sobering. “How stupid do you think I am?” I shot back in a tight voice, managing to get a hold of my semi-hysterics.

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