Chapter 13


    I waited for him to tell me he regretted it. I held my breath and waited for the moment he would say


    that he wishes he had never done it and the moment he would pull away. I braced myself for it and I


    turned to the side so I wouldn’t have to see his face when he said those words.


    I felt him stand up from the bed and I expected to hear his clothes and then the bedroom door but to


    my surprise, it was the bathroom door that l’heard. I looked up immediately because I wanted to be


    sure I had heard correctly and that was when I saw him return with a bowl of water and a washcloth


    in his hands.


    I was staring at him inplete shock but that didn’t deter him from resting between my legs and


    wiping me down with the warm water. I was too stunned to speak so I just watched as he carefully


    cleaned me and once he was done, he picked up the littered clothes from the floor and folded them


    carefully on the edge of the bed.


    “What are you doing?” I couldn’t help but ask after a few minutes of watching him go around the


    room like he owned it- he did but that wasn’t the point.


    Thest time we had sex, it was like he couldn’t be bothered and wanted to leave the room as soon


    as possible but now he was acting like a concerned husband and I couldn’t connect those two parts


    of him. It felt like I was dealing with two contrasting personalities and I didn’t know which was his.


    “What do you mean?” he asked almost confused and I carefully stood from the bed.


    I noticed the way his eyes were roaming my body so I wrapped the nket around myself and I


    made my way over to him and took the clothes right out of his hands. He watched me carefully and


    once I had ced my clothes in the appropriate ces, I turned to him. He was watching me and I


    knew for a fact that since the moment I stood up, his eyes hadn’t left me.


    I ignored the way my lower belly clenched as I thought about that and I made my way over to the


    door. I kept my hand on the door knob but refrained from opening it in case someone was walking


    past. Thest thing I wanted was for someone to get an eyeful of Jaxon naked.


    “I think you should leave,” I began slowly and just like that, his entire body shut down.


    His expression faded to neutral and he gazed at me with an unreadable look in his eyes. Once he


    saw that I was serious, he nodded and picked up his clothes. He started putting them on and I


    noticed he was doing it a little slower than usual. Maybe he was expecting me to change my mind,


    maybe I would have changed my mind but I knew that I needed to keep my distance from Jaxon.


    I gave him the ammunition to break my heart once and I wasn’t going to do that again. I had learnt


    against my


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    better judgment that mates weren’t always going to protect you, I believed that once and I was not


    going to make that same mistake again. Jaxon was not my savior and just because he was kind to


    Kiara did not mean he would be the same to me.


    Once he was dressed, he walked over to the door and I pulled it open. He hesitated by the door


    way and turned to me. It took everything in me not to look away and avoid his gaze. Instead, I


    stared him deep in his eyes hoping that he didn’t see how anxious and unsure I was. All it would


    have taken for me to let him stay was one word and I hated that I was so weak to him despite


    everything that had happened.


    “You don’t trust me yet,” he began slowly. “It doesn’t matter; I will win that trust back.”


    “Trust is a difficult thing to earn,” I told him and he gave me a wry smile that I knew held a lot of


    promises.


    “I have always loved challenges.”


    Before I could say anything else, he had walked out of the room without looking back. I stood there


    by the entrance for a good five minutes just staring at the path he had gone through wondering what


    the hell had just happened and what the hell I had just gotten myself into with Jaxon.


    For the rest of the day I avoided him. I knew it was childish but I did because for once, I was out of


    my element and I hated it.


    When I left, one thing I prided myself on was my ability to control the surroundings. Kiara was a


    wrench in my n but even with her, I learnt to be able to predict things and control the oue.


    With Jaxon, it was a totally different ball game. It felt like swimming in the open sea–without a life


    vest or any form of preotection.


    Jaxon was a raging sea with dangerous waves and I knew if I wasn’t careful, I was going to get


    swept away by the tide so I avoided him. If I knew he was in the dining room, I would stay in my


    room. I refused to have lunch with him and Kiara even though he called for me. When I went to


    Kiara’s room and I saw him there, I walked right out of the room without another word.


    He knew I was avoiding him and if anything, he found it amusing. I would see a small smile ying


    on his l*ps. whenever I avoided him or left a room simply because he was there. He found the entire


    thing amusing and the fact that he hadn’t done anything about it led me to believe that I had gotten


    away with it.


    By evening, I went out for dinner and I was shocked to see that he wasn’t at the table. It was just


    Kiara and 1 and 1 was so confused by his absence that I found myself staring at his empty chair for


    the entirety of our dinner. It got so bad that ra noticed.


    “Daddy isn’t here she said to me. “He asked me to tell you that he was busy.”


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    I ignored the fact that he probably banked on the fact that I would notice his absence and look for


    him. After that, I refused to even nce at his chair even though it never left my mind.


    Once we were done eating, I took Kiara to her room and helped her clean up and get ready for the


    night. I read her a bedtime story and once she was asleep, I tucked her into bed and kissed her


    forehead. Once again, I thought about Jaxon and why he wasn’t there to kiss her goodnight.


    Even though I read her the stories, he would always appear at the end to kiss her goodnight but he


    didn’t and Kiara didn’t even say anything about it. That led me to believe that they had a


    conversation about it before where he probably already told her that he was going to be busy. I


    suddenly wanted to know the details of that conversation but I didn’t know how to ask and I wasn’t


    going to wake Kiara just to ask her about her father.


    I forced myself to leave the room but I had more questions than I did answers. Maids and guards


    walked past me, bowing their heads as they went and the further I went from Kiara’s room, the more


    curious I became and soon my curiosity clouded my sense of judgment and I found myself going


    down a hallway I hadn’t gone down in four


    years.


    I got to Jaxon’s office and I knocked. He didn’t respond but I pushed the door open and there he


    was sitting on his chair. As I took it in, I realized that thest time, I didn’t get the chance to actually


    look at his office. I heard the conversation from outside and I never guessed how spacious his office


    actually was. It was like three times the size of my old apartment with four bookshelves, two sofas


    and a massive table and chair for him to use.


    When he saw me, I saw the hint of a smile grow on his l*ps but it was gone


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    so fast that I almost thought I imagined it. He cleared his throat and closed the document in front of


    him. If I didn’t know any better I would. have guessed that he wasn’t expecting me but judging by


    the glint in his eyes, he wanted me here.


    It was obvious that he nned all of this for me to just arrive at his office and I mentally face palmed


    at how easy it was for meito fall into his trap


    “Please,” he began slowly. “Sit down.”


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