Page 63 of Mister Stark

“You’re just a young fuck like all the rest.” Daxon responded harshly. “And you know you want it.”

The pad of his thumb caressed my palm and sent shivers through me. I wanted to give in to him, but my heart was on the line. I needed to think with my head and not my pussy.

“No, Daxon, it’s over.” I glared as I pulled my hand out of reach and got inside the limousine. “Our game is over.”

I ignored him and didn’t look his way. My body wanted to defy me and leap into his arms one more time. But he was all over the place and a hot mess.

“The game is never over, princess.” He breathed with power and slammed the door shut.

He climbed in the other side and remained silent beside me. It was going to be another plane ride home in quietness. The loneliness would set in and I’d crave his closeness. But nothing would save my heartbreak, not even his unloving heart.

I wish I had never fallen for such a cold and heartless man.

TWENTY-THREE

Sickness

Two long weeks hadpassed since my getaway with Mr. Daxon Stark and I had tried to avoid him at all costs. It was hard with family get together or anything to do with the business and I tried my best. But Daxon never promised to go along with the plan.

He didn’t help with his long, unwavering gaze at me or his daring good looks. He knew how to stray me along and tempt me to play. I didn’t give in, but I knew deep down it was only a matter of time.

The clock was ticking, and Daxon would be right there when the opportunity struck. He’d be there to pull me back into his twisted fate because that was what we did. We torment and taunt one another. We couldn’t help ourselves because our attraction spiraled out of control and had a need of its own. A thirst to bring us together in the worst way possible. Caught up in secrets and deceit. A game where there was no escape, not until the truth came out. And it could never be.

I walked towards the bathroom and grabbed the doorframe. A sudden unease fell over me and I was queasy. My legs shook as I held myself up and touched the back of my hand to my mouth. My stomach turned and the world spun. I held the door frame tighter as my breath hitched and my heartbeat faster.

I was going to be sick.

I let go of the doorframe and knew I needed the toilet. I hurried as I made my way towards it and lifted the seat. My head heaved as the contents of my last meal spilled into the water below, and I leaned against the toilet. My tummy groaned, and the dizziness subsided, along with the need to throw up.

I held my hand over my weak stomach and my head fell against the wall as I sat there. My thoughts ran to this past week and how sick I had felt. The dizziness, bloated belly and my extreme hunger, but throw it all back up again. Not to mention my tender breasts. I was so tired with low energy and it just made little sense.

“I just want to get back to normal.” I sighed to myself, with no one else here.

I was alone again while Dylan had to work long hours. I used to believe him and blame Daxon for all his time away from me, but it just wasn’t the case. Now I knew the truth. I knew Dylan was with his lover. I was in a loveless relationship and it got lonely sometimes.

I stood up when I felt more like myself and went to the sink. The sound of rushing water filled my ears, and I splashed it onto my face. The coolness of the beads trickled over it and fell back down the drain. And I patted my face clean.

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