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Heat stung my cheeks. I hated it when he peddled the sexy shit as my lady parts instantly stood to attention. And of course, the tyrant noticed. “You blush like a schoolgirl,” he laughed with a smirk. “But you’d enjoy it, I promise you that.”

I managed to sound indifferent, “I’ll take your word for it, Jaxon.” Making me blush was one of Jaxon’s superpowers.

“I’m only saying that you need to loosen up and unwind. Sensational sex could help you with that.”

I almost swallowed my tongue as I replied, “I don’t think so.” I attempted to sound unruffled but talking about sex with this boy did strange things to my insides.

He arched an eyebrow and even that was sexy. “I take it, you and the boyfriend aren’t at the screwing stage yet?

“That’s none of your business,” I bit back, feeling mortified by the sexual direction of our little chat.

Jaxon carried on as if he hadn’t heard me. “I can’t say I’m surprised; he has about as much charisma as a fucking crayon.” I found his words interesting considering Dominic had recently started to put the pressure on. We’d kissed and fumbled, but I just wasn’t ready to have sex yet.

I hated my body's involuntary reaction to Jaxon switching the conversation to my non-existent sex life. “You’ve said enough. I think we’re done now, Jaxon.”

My attempt to shut things down rattled him and he took a step forward, getting in my face. “I’ll say when we’re done, Wynter,” he replied, overpronouncing my name on purpose.

His arrogant, threatening attitude pushed me over the edge and I drew my leg back and kicked his shin, hard. He grunted in shock and moved back a step.

The movement did two things, dislodged his foot from the door and bruised my toes. My eyes watered and I slammed the door closed.

I didn’t have a lock on my door so there was a chance Jaxon could just push his way in, but I didn’t think he’d do that. He’d never come into my room before. It was the only space in the house he respected. Anywhere else and he’d be there, infecting my personal space with his boy smell. Which was unfortunately quite nice.

Holding my breath, I pushed my back against the door, slowly sliding down the surface. As if I’d have any chance of stopping the tank from coming in if he wanted to.

A surge of relief snaked up my spine as Jaxon’s booted feet clunked against the landing floor as he walked away. His soft laughter gave me a ‘fingernails down the blackboard’ type of shiver. It wasn’t quite serial killer but it was up there. Air whooshed from my lungs as I realised that I’d gotten away with it. For now.

I drew in a sharp breath and stared into my bedroom with a gormless expression. God, I hated Sundays.

There was no way to sugarcoat it. Sundays blew big time. I always woke up and attempted to stay positive, but there is only so much shite a girl can take. After my run-in with Jaxon, I braced myself for a long fucking day.

Irrespective of my stepbrother’s comment, Dominic would never have been in my room in the morning. As I said, we were not at that stage yet. Not for the want of trying of course; Dominic had become so much more touchy-feely over the last couple of weeks.

Pacing over to my wardrobe, I started to take my anger out on my clothes. Not the cleverest of moves. Dragging designer jeans and tops onto the floor, I was determined to find the right outfit. One that would make me look amazing and double up as body armour; a shield against the walking, talking impeccable Jaxon Savage. Even in shabby jeans and a T-shirt, he looked crisp. He never had a hair out of place and it rattled me, especially when he spoke to me as if I was the most unattractive girl on the planet. Yes, I was small and on the slim side, but I knew I wasn’t a total hog. I’d had plenty of boys ask me out in the past, before I’d finally given in to Dominic’s persistence to date him.

We had both been at the same school together and had been reunited after we’d left, partaking in an on-and-off relationship over the last couple of years. Dominic and I had now been going steady for three whole months. It was my longest relationship so far. I’d even let him touch my breasts, a base that no other boy had gotten to. To date, he had been so patient but recently; things had stepped up a notch. We’d argued about the sexual side of our relationship for the first time the other night, but in the end, he had apologised and promised me that he would wait until I was ready. He knew I was a virgin and having sex for the first time was a big step, for me anyway.

Batting off the thought, I washed my face and brushed my teeth and hair. I then pulled on faded skinny ripped jeans and a purple tight tee. After a glance at my appearance, I went downstairs to feed that beast in my belly.

My mother Daisy was in the kitchen and there was a plate piled with bacon set on the central island. The room was huge with grey contemporary-styled units which ran down two walls in an L-shape, as well as an island counter which sat separately. We usually used the counter as a breakfast bar as it had tall stools pushed under the cornerstone which jutted out at one end. There was also a huge kitchen table which we hardly ever used. This was positioned beside the large patio doors which led out into the garden and swimming pool. Yes, you heard me, swimming pool. My stepdad was loaded.

As I entered the room, my mother turned toward me with a smile. She was just removing her oven gloves and her face was bright red. Probably due to the heat from the frying pan which she’d used to cook (or should I say kill) the bacon.

“Ah, there you are. You just missed Jaxon,” she informed me in a chirpy tone. How I wished I had.

As I said, my mother was married to Jaxon’s dad, Marcus James Savage and she took her eldest stepson’s sarcasm with a pinch of salt. He never seemed to bother her. She was such a sweet little thing and she wasn’t one for bearing grudges either. “Did you sleep well sweetie?”

“Like the dead. I’m still tired though,” I replied, kissing her cheek.

“Why didn’t you lay in then?” she challenged and I grunted. Chance would be a fine thing.

“Help yourself.”

Pulling out one of the bar stools, I settled myself and then grabbed a plate and made up a roll with some bacon; crispy was probably too kind a word to describe how it was cooked, but it was still edible, just. I couldn’t talk really, as neither of us could cook.

Fuck it, I decided to throw my stepbrother under the bus. “I was up late writing last night and would gladly have slept in, but Jaxon rudely woke me up,” I huffed whilst squirting a blob of ketchup on my butty.

“Oh, dear. You two had a falling out again?” I didn’t answer that question as saying we’d had a fall-out suggested that we’d been on the same page at some stage. Jaxon and I had known each other for what felt like ages now and we had never been on friendly terms.

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