Page 31 of Mr. Arrogant

“Perfect? My life is far from perfect.” London reached out and grabbed him by the arm. He led him down the hallway into one of the guest bedrooms and shoved him in.

Jaxon stumbled and spun around to face him.

“Strip, shower, and get some sleep,” London said. “You need to sober up for the party.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” Jaxon grumbled. He began unbuttoning the shirt the rest of the way and shucked it off onto the floor. He turned and headed toward the attached bathroom. It was the room he usually slept in when he stayed in town. London had sold the apartment he had kept downtown. For a while, Jaxon had used it when he was in Cleveland.

“I’ve always told you what to do.” London smirked.

“Fuck you.” Jaxon waved a hand at him. In his drunken stupor, he pushed his pants down, tripping over them. He crashed to the floor.

“You are so fucking drunk. If I wasn’t pissed at you, I’d be laughing and recording this,” London murmured. He came over to Jaxon and helped him from the floor. “Let’s get you in the shower. Mom and Dad should be arriving any minute.”

A piece of paper was on the floor in front of Jaxon. He picked it up and squinted at it. He snorted and handed it to London.

“I am being responsible at my age,” he bragged. He waved the paper around in the air. “If I wasn’t, I would have gone home with Aimee here.”

“And why didn’t you?” London asked, snatching the paper from him. He bent down and helped free Jaxon’s feet from his shoes and pants. He stood and guided Jaxon into the bathroom and over to the shower stall.

“Because that’s not who I want,” Jaxon admitted. He clamped his mouth shut, having already said too much.

London’s eyebrows rose high, his curiosity piqued. “And who might that be?”

“None of your damn business.” Jaxon flipped the shower on, adjusting the temperature until it was perfect. If he let on that it was Sofie who had been on his mind, London would never let him live it down. He turned to his brother and smirked. “You can go now, unless you want to be reminded that I have the bigger dick.”

“In your dreams.” London rolled his eyes and turned, walking out of the room. “If you vomit and mess up this room, I will kick your ass, then make you clean it up.”

Jaxon blinked, having missed part of what his mother said.

“I’m sorry, what did you say, Ma?” he asked.

“I said, what’s got you looking all gloomy?” She stepped over to him and wrapped an arm around his waist.

He pulled her in for a tight hug and breathed in her scent. His mother had worn the same perfume since he was a little kid. It immediately comforted him, and his muscles relaxed slightly.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” he murmured.

She stepped back from him and eyed him wearily. “Sure. I’ve seen this face before when you were younger. It’s about a woman, isn’t it?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

Chance used that moment to cry out, slamming his fist on the tray in front of him. Jaxon chuckled at his nephew. Apparently, he was impatient and hungry. Jaxon could relate to the little man. He was the same way when he was starving.

“Looks like you are taking too long.” Jaxon laughed.

Chance looked at him and offered him a grin, showcasing the two tiny teeth that were present on the bottom row.

“Oh, hold your horses,” Donna said. She turned back to Chance and scooped up a bit of his food on his spoon and offered it to him. “Now go ahead and tell your mother what the problem is.”

Jaxon wasn’t going to get off on this one. His mother was still riding high on the fact that one of her boys was married and had given her a grandbaby. If Donna Keith had her way, he and London would have about five kids each. She had been on him ever since she’d met Alana. If London could find someone to put up with him, then he could, too.

“Okay, fine. There is a woman,” he began.

“Aha! I knew it.” Donna exclaimed. She grinned, her eyes twinkling as she danced in place. “Your brother said you mentioned something about a woman. Now tell me all the details.”

Jaxon sighed, running a hand over his jawline. He didn’t know when his twin had become a gossip. It violated the twin code. As much shit as they’d got in to as kids, they had never ratted each other out.

“It’s not much to tell. We haven’t even been on a date yet or anything,” he murmured. He paused and realized the issue. Sofie’s comments set off a light bulb in his head. She thought he only wanted her for her body and the sex. Not that the sex was a bad thing, it was amazing between the two of them. He’d never experienced anything like that with any other woman in the past.

“Well, what have you done—” Donna paused and raised a hand. “Don’t answer that. I already know the answer. Well, no wonder you’re having issues. If it’s a woman you are interested in, you probably put the cart before the horse.”

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