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“Bye.”
With a smile still on my face, I approached his study.
Maybe I want this marriage to succeed, and I’m prepared to spend the rest of my life with him. But that will need a significant amount of effort on my part.
When I entered his study, I examined the first drawer but found no files. I investigated the drawer next to it but found nothing.
Where did he keep it?
I explored the second drawer, but instead of finding a file, I discovered something that left me cold.
A pistol.
With shaking hands, I carefully took it up, and the weight verified that it was real.
A friggin gun! Why is it here?! Is Jaxon planning on murdering someone? Or might that someone be me?!
What if he wants to get rid of me so he can become the only owner of the company?
And that could be why he was speaking to me so nicely: he knew I was about to die.
My phone rang, jolting me out of my thoughts, and I noticed Jaxon’s message, “Did you find it?”
I forgot about the file. I explored the final drawer till I found it, so I immediately took a photo of the papers and texted it to him.
Now, back to the pistol.
Is he actually the gang leader?
What should I do with it?
I took up the rifle, and it’s rather hefty.
I carefully took it in my hand and walked to my room, locking the door and sitting on the bed.
Does he even have a license?
If he’s going to murder me, he needs to have the gun first.
I concealed the gun inside one of the cupboards.
He will return tomorrow and must respond to my question. With that thinking, I fell asleep.
Jaxon returned in the morning, and I did not say anything to him.
After lunch, as I was going to open the door to my bedroom, I was grabbed by the shoulders and whirled around, coming face-to-face with Jaxon as I backed up against the door.
“Where’s my gun?” he said in a remarkably calm tone.
“W-which gun?” I stammered.
“Stop it, Vivian. Just give me back my pistol. I know it’s with you because you were the last person to enter my study.”
“I-I…I won’t give it back because…you…you will kill me.”
His face wrinkled in astonishment. “Kill you?! Why would I kill you?!”
“So that…you can be the only owner of the company.”
“Don’t be childish, Vivian. Give it back; I am not killing you.”
“I can’t trust you!”
“Look, if I had to kill you, I would have done that a long time back.”
OK, he has a point.
I gave him one more glance before opening the door and going inside to fetch the revolver from the cupboard.
He followed me inside, and before presenting it to him, I said, “Are you a gang leader?”
He had a blank expression on his face before slamming himself.
“Do you even have a license?”
“I do. This gun is just for my protection, Vivian. Neither am I a gang leader, nor am I planning to kill you.”
“Fine,” I grumbled before giving him the pistol.
“Can you teach me?” I said.
Previously, firearms fascinated me.
“What?”
“How to…use a gun?”
He smiled slyly at me, “So that you could kill me? No.”
I pouted, “Please. It just fascinates me.”
He hesitated with himself for a time before saying, “Fine. Follow me.”
“Yay!”
I was so thrilled that I went up to him, climbed on my toes, and kissed his jaw, causing his entire body to stiffen. Uh, oh.
I cleared my throat awkwardly and whispered gently, “Let’s go.”
I followed him downstairs into his gym, which I was unfamiliar with.
I never had a gym at home since it was pointless since I never used it. I can’t even handle diets; how can I do exercise?
There was another door at the end of the gym, and I saw him punch a password into the little box beside the entrance. And the door slid open onto a hallway.
Without saying anything, I followed him inside; the passage led to a hall with various sorts of weaponry displayed on the walls and tables.
On one side of the wall, there were cardboard targets for practice.
“Hold this,” Jaxon replied, handing me a revolver. And I removed the weapon from his grasp.
“Now,” he said, “Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, pointing slightly away from the target. Keep your legs straight and knees soft.”
“Can you repeat?” He gave me those instructions so rapidly that I couldn’t register anything.
He groaned and shook his head.
Instead of repeating, he approached and stood straight behind me, virtually pressing my back against his front.
I could feel his breath on my neck, which made me hot, and his scent invaded my thoughts.
No, not again. Perhaps I should not have asked him to educate me.
He softly grasped my shoulder and positioned it. Next, he bent down slightly and positioned my legs, but as he stood up, he kept his hands on my legs, or should I say they were resting on the side of my thigh, and gently raised his hand up, making sure they were brushing over the curves of my body, causing me to quiver.
He was taunting me.
I wasn’t looking at him, but I could tell he was smirking since his touch was having such a negative impact on me.
The torment ceased when his hands stretched up and gently gripped both my biceps.
“What happened, Vivian?” he muttered in my ears in a low, husky, sensual tone that made me gulp.
Don’t do all of that.
“No-nothin-g.”
“Are you scared?” he said again in that tone, and I could feel his lips on my earlobe.
“No,” I said, softly shaking my head.
“Then why are you shivering?” his voice grew louder and huskier as he slid his finger down my bare arm (since I was wearing a sleeveless shirt), causing shivers to spread over my entire body.
I was about to lose my self-control and slam my lips on his, but I didn’t.
Instead, I took a step back and handed him the pistol, saying, “Let it be. I don’t wanna learn.”
“Giving up so early?”
“No, I…I just changed my mood.”
His sneer widened as he saw why I was denying it.
“Well…if you don’t want to learn, then let it be,” he added, going past me to keep the pistol back, making sure his arms touched mine.
I looked at his back as he walked in front of me to the table, admiring his broad shoulders, the way his muscles bulged out of the tight black t-shirt he was wearing, and his silky hair.
I swallowed, attempting to calm my surging hormones.
He is going to be the end of me.
I raised my legs, tucking them beneath my knees as I relaxed back in my chair. I held my abdomen; the agony was excruciating.
I seldom experience period pains, but this one seemed like it was exacting revenge on me. I felt like someone was stabbing me with a knife, and I couldn’t focus on my job.
I shouldn’t have come into the office today, but it was Monday, so I had to.
As I rested my head on the back of my chair, a single tear fell from my eyes. The agony was growing excruciating by the minute. I dispatched Jona to purchase the medication, and I have no clue when he will return.
I heard the connecting door open with my back to it. I recognized Jaxon because of his cologne.
“What happened to you?” he enquired after seeing me.
“Cramps” was all I could utter. Even saying something made it hurt more.
Jaxon approached me quickly, frowning as he watched me.
He bowed down to meet my height, as he was so tall.
“You want to go home?”
“It… won’t help. I can’t move…even.”