Page 5 of Mr. Arrogant

“Do not,” Jaxon scoffed.

London glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. Jaxon guessed he could admit that no one knew him like his brother. When growing up, there had been plenty of instances where they would be able to hold entire conversations and not even utter one word.

“And you are slipping, big brother. Not sure if you realized it, but me and her don’t get along.”

“Only because you’re an ass to her half the time.”

“And you and Alana were smooth sailing when you first met?”

“Um, yeah.” London leveled him with a steady look.

Jaxon blew out a deep breath and remembered the first time he had met Alana. She and Sofie had come over to London’s apartment searching for him. London had moved out to the house in the suburbs while Jaxon had taken over the downtown condo.

Jaxon was happy for London. He had immediately changed for Alana. No longer was he partying with endless women. It was as if he had matured and grown up. Alana was good for him. London doted on her as if she were his entire world.

Jaxon didn’t know anything about that. He loved to have his fun and never saw himself settling down with just one person. If he did, that person would have to be one hell of a woman to rein him in.

His gaze sought out Sofie.

“What’s the worse she could say? No?” London murmured.

“Listen, bro. This is one time you don’t have me figured out. I’m not interested in her.”

He pushed off the bar and moved to the seats. London was determined to try to figure out what was between him and Sofie. It was nothing. For all he knew, this attraction he had for her was because she didn’t return the same feelings. His ego was a little damaged by the way she could just ignore him.

He’d get over it. There were plenty of women out there he could choose from. They were about to leave to go to a tropical island for vacation. He was sure he could find a bit of feminine company to keep him busy.

He sat in the back row and settled his attention on the game. The Cleveland Knights were up ten points, and he had a good feeling they were going to take the game.

Khalil Roads, their star, stole the ball from the other team and exploded, running down the court at full speed. The crowd went wild. Jaxon jumped to his feet along with everyone else. The roar in the arena was deafening. Khalil bounced the ball as he ran, his focus on the basket. At the free-throw line, he shot up in the air and slam-dunked the ball in the basket.

Jaxon joined everyone in cheering and yelling. He turned to Brad, one of their senior agents, and high fived him. Jaxon grinned, clapping. The other team called a time out, and the arena went crazy.

Khalil was the biggest superstar in the national basketball league. London had pursued Khalil to sign with PSM. Apparently, with the help of Alana, his brother was able to sign Khalil to their sports agency. London worked really closely with the basketball superstar. Not only had London helped Khalil with receiving one of the largest contracts in the national basketball league history, but the endorsement deals were out of this world.

After signing Khalil, their business had increased threefold. They were already one of the best-known agencies out there, but now everyone wanted them to represent them. They had hired more staff, and Jaxon worked between their two offices, Cleveland and Los Angeles.

“He is a god.” Brad laughed. He slapped Jaxon on the back.

“That he is,” Jaxon agreed. Khalil was one of those players who was one in a million. He would have a long, prosperous career. “Glad he’s signed to us.”

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He glanced over. Sofie and Aston also stood. Her face was lit up with excitement. He couldn’t hear what she was saying, but her hands were moving around erratically as she spoke. But that wasn’t what he was staring at.

It was the hand that Aston had resting on the small of her back.

The urge to go over there and rip his arm off exploded inside Jaxon. He blinked and took a few deep breaths. He ran a trembling hand along his face.

She’s not yours, he had to tell himself.

Going over and trying to warn her off of his employee had been a dick move. He didn’t know what had come over him. He just knew he hadn’t wanted her smiling at another man.

She’s not yours, he repeated to himself. This was a new territory for him, and he didn’t want to explore it.

The game continued on, and tensions were running high. The opposing team was not going down without a fight. Jaxon couldn’t sit down. The thrill of a win was coursing through his veins. He remembered how it felt being the center of attention, having thousands of fans screaming his name. Pushing all thoughts of Sofie aside, he focused on the game before him.

“Champagne,” Jaxon called out to the flight attendant. He slid into his comfortable seat on the private jet. He offered his fist to London as he passed with Alana and the baby in tow. The Knights had won the championship. This meant a lot for Primetime. As the agency who worked with the biggest basketball star on the planet, they were due to make a lot of money.

“Yes, Mr. Keith,” the flight attendant replied. She gave a short nod, spinning around and heading to the front of the small plane.

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