Page 42 of Mr. Arrogant

“When do you talk with my mother?” He playfully pulled her to his side. They would be arriving at his home any moment, but he still needed to touch her. It pleased him to feel her lean into him.

“Almost every time she comes to visit, me and Alana include her in our lunch or shopping outings.”

“That I didn’t know,” he murmured. How had he not known Sofie had been hanging with his mother? He guessed he needed to pay more attention to what was going on.

The driver turned into his driveway. Jaxon’s gaze landed on Sofie as they drove up to the house. His breath caught in his throat while watching her reaction to the sight of his home. He couldn’t explain why this was so important to him, but it was. “Welcome to my home.”

His lips brushed her temple. Her quick intake of breath had his heart fluttering. She gripped his hand in hers.

“This is beautiful, Jaxon,” she gasped.

The driver parked the vehicle in front of the three-car garage.

She turned to him with a wide grin. “You better give me a tour.”

“Anything you want.”

The driver exited the vehicle and opened the door for them. Jaxon stepped from the car first before assisting Sofie out who had focused her attention back on the house. Jaxon took care of tipping their chauffeur while Sofie made her way to the front door. He grabbed his small duffle bag and made his way to her. He took out his keys and opened the door.

“Jaxon,” she whispered, taking her first step inside.

He followed behind her, closing the door. They entered his grand foyer with its vaulted ceiling, stone flooring, tasteful artwork on the wall, and a winding staircase that led to the second floor. He tossed his keys in the bowl on the table by the door and tried to see his home through her eyes.

“Come. I’ll give you a grand tour, then I need to make a few calls before we leave.” He set his bag on the bottom stair then took her by the hand and led her though the home. He took great pride in his house, and it warmed his heart that she loved it.

From the kitchen to the family room and game room, they made their way upstairs where the master bedroom and three other bedrooms were located.

He didn’t own the largest house in the neighborhood, but it was a good-sized place to start a family.

“These rooms are so spacious,” Sofie noted. They stepped out of one of the guest rooms. She sidled up to him with a playful glint in her eye. “Which one is yours?”

“That one.” Jaxon pointed to the last room down the hall.

Sofie spun around and took off toward it. She opened the double doors that gave the allure of a grand entrance to his private domain, and he followed behind her, chuckling at herexcitement. Jaxon paused in the doorway, watching her explore his bedroom. Beyond the double doors was a sitting room with a couch and a large flatscreen mounted on the wall. This allowed him to have private living quarters where he could remain secluded when he had company.

Farther into the area was where his sleeping area was with his king-sized bed, oversized wooden dressers, and dual nightstands positioned on each side of the bed. There were two walk-in closets and an en suite bathroom that was fit for royalty. Off the sleeping area was a set of French doors that led out to the balcony that overlooked his yard and pool, along with the neighborhood.

“This house is way bigger than mine, and you stay here all by yourself?” Sofie turned to him.

He had followed her though the quarters, watching her in his space. He found that he really loved seeing her in his private domain.

“I do,” he said.

“I don’t know if I could go back home after staying here,” she muttered.

She spun away, eying the room. She went back out on his balcony, leaning against the rail. He moved to stand beside her.

She elbowed him playfully. “Not that I don’t like my house because I do, but yours is a dream home with all the things I would love to have.”

Jaxon couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Immediately, he knew what he wanted.

“Move in with me.”

“What?” Sofie’s voice ended on a shriek, and she turned her wide brown eyes toward him. She stared at him without saying a word. What he was asking may have sounded far-fetched, but he wasn’t crazy. They were good together, had similar interests, and even though they used to argue all the time, they now knew why.

It was the attraction between them, and they hadn’t known how to address it.

“You heard me,” he said. He stepped closer to her and reached for her. His hand came to trace her cheekbones while his other one held her by her waist. “Move in with me.”

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