Page 91 of Savage

He dragged me up towards his face so we were nose to nose and blasted down at me hotly. “Very at this moment in time.” He delivered those words with masculine impatience like he was talking to a petulant child.

Struggling again I shook my head back, my hair fluttering across my back which was now sticky from sweat. “I mean it Jaxon, get off me now!” I managed to speak slowly, injecting an element of steel calm.

The way his eyes drilled down into me was hard to take and he clutched me to him again. “No, not until you calm the hell down and listen to me.”

“So, nothing happened with the semi-naked girl in your bedroom?” I returned tartly, my shoulders drooping in defeat. This caused his grip on my arms to loosen.

He looked sad suddenly, deflated and his thumbs started to caress the skin of my upper arms as he stated in a firm voice, “Yes, nothing happened. It was staged.” He dealt me with a searing look of indignation as if to say how dare you doubt me? How dare I indeed, considering what I’d just witnessed!

An unlikely fucking story. Was Molly clever enough to pull something like that off? I doubted it. Her timing was pretty darn perfect. A shiver went up my skin as he continued to stroke me with his thumbs. Like I was a pet, he was trying to reassure me. That thought sparked my temper again. “Well, she’s a perfect actress then. I should have known you’d do this to me,” I cried, the second part of my words said to myself.

“Come back to the house with me, I can prove nothing happened,” Jaxon explained, his eyes searching my face. Probably looking for a weak spot.

“You’ve had the chance to hide the evidence now. Where is she, under the bed? I imagine it’s something as tacky as that.”

I knew I was rambling and that at the back of my mind I was hoping and praying that I was wrong. I had trusted him with all my heart. I suddenly felt numb, a hollow pit of nothing in my stomach.

“Wynter, please. I swear to God, I’ve never touched her.” His words were determined but with a face that sinfully gorgeous, you wanted to forgive him anything. But things were different now, I had way too much self-respect.

Once he was convinced, I wouldn’t run, he released my arms and dashed his hands down his face.

“You told her about us, about what happened at the hotel,” I accused him. The hurt from that fact wrapped a fist around my heart.

“Did I fuck!” Jaxon ranted, totally in denial.

“You told her I was a pity fuck because of what happened with my father.”

Jaxon took a step back, his face in absolute shock and I wanted to believe him but how could she have known?

“She’s fucking twisting things. I told you she heard me on the phone to Nixon and yes, I spoke about what happened with your father but I never called you a pity fuck,” he stated firmly. “She is a shit stirrer and can’t stand anyone else to be happy.”

“She’s always wanted you,” I pointed out, taking a step back so I wouldn’t have to strain my neck as much to see up into his faithless face.

He dropped his hands to his sides, shaking his head. “No, she hasn’t. She’s jealous of your close relationship with my father and wanted to fuck with you.”

“She hangs on your every word; she’s obsessed with you Jaxon.” Did he not see that?

Jaxon looked up into the sky and exhaled. It was long and drawn out like he was tired. He then lowered his head and levelled me a look. “So what? She’s never had me and she never will. I may humour her sometimes, but there is nothing in it.”

“So why was she in your room in just her knickers?”

“She wasn’t, initially.”

I folded my arms across my chest and looked at him with a stoney expression. “Go on,” I invited with a nod of my head. I would give him a chance to explain. My hands were clammy and I warded off the need to pace.

“I went in the shower and then when I got back to my room, she was just there. Laying on the bed. I was in the process of telling her to get dressed. To put her clothes on and get the fuck out of my room.”

“I want to believe you,” I croaked uncertainly, biting my lip.

“Believe me. I’ve never been with her, ever,” Jaxon promised in a tender voice as he ran his knuckles down one of my cheeks, taking some of the moisture away.

I dropped my arms and dragged my hands over my face, I felt numb and I needed to wake my thoughts up. “I’m confused, my head is all over the place. Seeing her there like that and the way you looked at me. You looked so guilty…” The last part left my mouth like vapour.

His jaw clenched and he held up his hands, his palms pointing upwards. “That wasn’t guilt. That was fucking shock. I was as confused as you were. I suppose when you opened the door, I panicked, knowing what it looked like.”

“But you just stood there, you didn’t try and deny it,” I blurted. A million thoughts rushed through me. Had I gotten it wrong?

He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “You didn’t give me the chance. You ran before I could say anything,” he replied through twisted lips.

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