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Story: His Ring, Her Rules
“Where are you?”
“Um…in the café with Kena and Jona. I told you I was going.”
“Are you sure you’re not alone with Kena?”
“What the hell, Jaxon? What does that mean?”
“First, you wouldn’t come with me, and now that I’m out with them, you’re not sure about me!” I said.
“Don’t worry, I was just kidding, dear.”
Darling.
“Very funny,” I said as I rolled my eyes.
“But come back home soon. Bye.”
“Okay, okay. Bye,” I murmured as I hung up the phone.
Kena said, “It looks like someone was jealous.”
“He’s an arsehole. He’s jealous of you and thinks we’re dating.”
Kena and Jona both chuckled. Kena moved in closer and added, “Vivian, you are like my sister.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“But why isn’t he also jealous of Jonah?” Kena wondered.
“Because he knows he’s like my brother, and he even walked me down the aisle.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t tell me you’re watching this movie again,” Jaxon sighed as soon as he walked into the living room and spotted me watching Frozen.
“What’s wrong with it? I love Frozen.”
“But you should have been asleep by now. You have work tomorrow.”
“Stop acting like my dad. You have work tomorrow, too.”
“I know that.”
“Then I also know that.”
I looked away from the movie to see that his jaws were tight.
What makes him so angry?
With a sigh, I stood up and walked up to him. I stood on my toes and put my arms around his neck.
“Mr. Dante, stop getting mad over little things. It’s not good for your health.”
I pressed my nose against his with that.
What am I doing?
He seemed astonished by what I did, and I was too. I kissed his cheeks and said, “Goodnight,” and then I left him standing there, confused.
The next day…
When I knocked on his bedroom door, Jaxon opened it.
I questioned him, “Don’t you want to eat?”
“I am not hungry,” he said, which made me frown.
“Okay, did you eat lunch?”
“Yes, I did.”
“And—”
He stopped me off and said, “I’m busy, Vivian.”
“Okay…”
I returned to my room. He merely gets chilly when I indicate that I care about him. Kena claimed he was scared, but what was he scared of? When someone cares about you, it doesn’t scare you; it feels nice. But he was Jaxon Dante.
And maybe it was still too early for dinner. It was just eight o’clock, but Jenny made supper early tonight, so I thought I’d have dinner early, but he doesn’t seem to like to eat early.
You still need to learn a lot about him.
Around 9, I heard a big noise that sounded like something dropped down, or maybe a lot of stuff fell down.
I hurriedly left my room and went to Jaxon’s room to see if he was there, but he wasn’t. I then walked towards his study. When I got there, I saw that all of the paperwork on his desk was on the floor, along with the pens and even his laptop. He was standing there, leaning on the desk and attempting to calm himself.
Why did he get so upset and chuck everything?
I knew it wasn’t the proper moment to ask him questions because he might toss me, too, so I just moved closer and bent down to pick up the objects.
“Leave it,” he responded in a remarkably calm voice.
But I was too obstinate to pay attention to him.
I ignored him and picked up a few files, put them back on his desk, and then leaned down to get more.
“Go away, Vivian,” he said again, this time in a low, annoyed voice.
Did I pay attention to him? No, of course not.
When I put another stack of paperwork on his desk, he lost it.
He yelled, “Get the hell out of here!” and that was enough to make me jump back in dread. I have seen him mad before, but this was nothing like that. His eyes were red.
I glanced at him with wide eyes because I was so afraid, and before I realized it, tears were welling up in my eyes.
I had only one tear on my face as I ran out of his study before I could cry more in front of him. But I noticed a look of remorse cross his face first.
It seemed like hours of crying while I lay on my bed. He had shouted at me before, but this time, it was too much. He sounded so menacing.
I didn’t even say anything; I was just scooping up his stuff.
I guess I should have just gone when he ordered me to and not touched anything. But then again, it wasn’t that big of an issue.
I got up and walked to the balcony for some fresh air once my tears dried.
I stood there for a while, buried in my thoughts, and I didn’t even hear the door to my room open.
I recognized it when Jaxon arrived and stood next to me softly.
I thought about leaving right away, but what he said stunned me.
“I’m sorry.”
I couldn’t believe what I heard, so I turned to him and said, “What?”
He said, “I’m not saying that again now,” which made me mad.
Why can’t he put his ego aside for a while?
“Then keep this up, and I won’t accept your apology.” I went to go, but Jaxon pulled me back.
In a flash, he pushed me against the railing with both of his arms around me.
He was too near for my comfort.
He looked at me in a way that made me swallow, and I bit my lip. He looked down at my lips for a few seconds, and when he looked up, his eyes were so black. He softly held my neck, with his thumb resting exactly below my ear.
He glanced at my lips again, and I licked them without meaning to. His eyes moved back and forth between my lips and eyes, and before I realized it, he kissed me hard.
Fireworks.
That’s how I felt when I could feel his lips on mine, kissing me hard but with passion. I could feel the butterflies in my tummy when I finally kissed someone for the first time.
He held my waist tightly while I ran my fingers through his hair.
I could taste the cigarette, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered because his lips were so soft and sweet on mine. It felt like I was in heaven.
At first, I couldn’t move because I was so frightened and surprised by what had occurred. But then he squeezed my waist, and I gasped, and he seized that chance to put his tongue in my mouth.
We wrestled for control of our tongues, but he wouldn’t let me win. Instead, he licked every inch of my mouth.
But just as suddenly as the kiss began, it ended as he pulled away, making me sigh because I missed the touch.
I had never seen Jaxon look like that before. He was standing there with disheveled hair and swollen lips, breathing rapidly, and his face showed confusion, amazement, and disbelief. I was out of breath, too.
He couldn’t believe what had just transpired or how he had lost control. Jaxon Dante, who usually knew what he was going to do next, seemed really perplexed and didn’t know what to do next.
After looking at each other in disbelief, Jaxon turned around and walked away.
That kiss felt like a fantasy.
I think he shouldn’t have kissed me since he is neglecting me again. He could be angry because he couldn’t resist, or there might be another reason.
But the truth is that I’m ignoring him, too. A little bit since that kiss made things really awkward; even if we’re married, our marriage was simply for our businesses. Even though it wasn’t in the contract, I created certain restrictions for myself that said we couldn’t be emotionally or physically involved with one other. I absolutely broke that, and he did, too.
He hasn’t talked to me in four days, and I’ve only been fantasizing about that kiss since then. I could still feel it. Not that I’m complaining, but that was one of the nicest feelings ever.
Do I want to kiss him again? Of course.
I told Jona and Kena about the kiss, and they looked blank for a second before assaulting me with questions like, “Did he start it?” “How did it feel?” and “Was it slow or rough?” Seriously?
“Um…in the café with Kena and Jona. I told you I was going.”
“Are you sure you’re not alone with Kena?”
“What the hell, Jaxon? What does that mean?”
“First, you wouldn’t come with me, and now that I’m out with them, you’re not sure about me!” I said.
“Don’t worry, I was just kidding, dear.”
Darling.
“Very funny,” I said as I rolled my eyes.
“But come back home soon. Bye.”
“Okay, okay. Bye,” I murmured as I hung up the phone.
Kena said, “It looks like someone was jealous.”
“He’s an arsehole. He’s jealous of you and thinks we’re dating.”
Kena and Jona both chuckled. Kena moved in closer and added, “Vivian, you are like my sister.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“But why isn’t he also jealous of Jonah?” Kena wondered.
“Because he knows he’s like my brother, and he even walked me down the aisle.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t tell me you’re watching this movie again,” Jaxon sighed as soon as he walked into the living room and spotted me watching Frozen.
“What’s wrong with it? I love Frozen.”
“But you should have been asleep by now. You have work tomorrow.”
“Stop acting like my dad. You have work tomorrow, too.”
“I know that.”
“Then I also know that.”
I looked away from the movie to see that his jaws were tight.
What makes him so angry?
With a sigh, I stood up and walked up to him. I stood on my toes and put my arms around his neck.
“Mr. Dante, stop getting mad over little things. It’s not good for your health.”
I pressed my nose against his with that.
What am I doing?
He seemed astonished by what I did, and I was too. I kissed his cheeks and said, “Goodnight,” and then I left him standing there, confused.
The next day…
When I knocked on his bedroom door, Jaxon opened it.
I questioned him, “Don’t you want to eat?”
“I am not hungry,” he said, which made me frown.
“Okay, did you eat lunch?”
“Yes, I did.”
“And—”
He stopped me off and said, “I’m busy, Vivian.”
“Okay…”
I returned to my room. He merely gets chilly when I indicate that I care about him. Kena claimed he was scared, but what was he scared of? When someone cares about you, it doesn’t scare you; it feels nice. But he was Jaxon Dante.
And maybe it was still too early for dinner. It was just eight o’clock, but Jenny made supper early tonight, so I thought I’d have dinner early, but he doesn’t seem to like to eat early.
You still need to learn a lot about him.
Around 9, I heard a big noise that sounded like something dropped down, or maybe a lot of stuff fell down.
I hurriedly left my room and went to Jaxon’s room to see if he was there, but he wasn’t. I then walked towards his study. When I got there, I saw that all of the paperwork on his desk was on the floor, along with the pens and even his laptop. He was standing there, leaning on the desk and attempting to calm himself.
Why did he get so upset and chuck everything?
I knew it wasn’t the proper moment to ask him questions because he might toss me, too, so I just moved closer and bent down to pick up the objects.
“Leave it,” he responded in a remarkably calm voice.
But I was too obstinate to pay attention to him.
I ignored him and picked up a few files, put them back on his desk, and then leaned down to get more.
“Go away, Vivian,” he said again, this time in a low, annoyed voice.
Did I pay attention to him? No, of course not.
When I put another stack of paperwork on his desk, he lost it.
He yelled, “Get the hell out of here!” and that was enough to make me jump back in dread. I have seen him mad before, but this was nothing like that. His eyes were red.
I glanced at him with wide eyes because I was so afraid, and before I realized it, tears were welling up in my eyes.
I had only one tear on my face as I ran out of his study before I could cry more in front of him. But I noticed a look of remorse cross his face first.
It seemed like hours of crying while I lay on my bed. He had shouted at me before, but this time, it was too much. He sounded so menacing.
I didn’t even say anything; I was just scooping up his stuff.
I guess I should have just gone when he ordered me to and not touched anything. But then again, it wasn’t that big of an issue.
I got up and walked to the balcony for some fresh air once my tears dried.
I stood there for a while, buried in my thoughts, and I didn’t even hear the door to my room open.
I recognized it when Jaxon arrived and stood next to me softly.
I thought about leaving right away, but what he said stunned me.
“I’m sorry.”
I couldn’t believe what I heard, so I turned to him and said, “What?”
He said, “I’m not saying that again now,” which made me mad.
Why can’t he put his ego aside for a while?
“Then keep this up, and I won’t accept your apology.” I went to go, but Jaxon pulled me back.
In a flash, he pushed me against the railing with both of his arms around me.
He was too near for my comfort.
He looked at me in a way that made me swallow, and I bit my lip. He looked down at my lips for a few seconds, and when he looked up, his eyes were so black. He softly held my neck, with his thumb resting exactly below my ear.
He glanced at my lips again, and I licked them without meaning to. His eyes moved back and forth between my lips and eyes, and before I realized it, he kissed me hard.
Fireworks.
That’s how I felt when I could feel his lips on mine, kissing me hard but with passion. I could feel the butterflies in my tummy when I finally kissed someone for the first time.
He held my waist tightly while I ran my fingers through his hair.
I could taste the cigarette, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered because his lips were so soft and sweet on mine. It felt like I was in heaven.
At first, I couldn’t move because I was so frightened and surprised by what had occurred. But then he squeezed my waist, and I gasped, and he seized that chance to put his tongue in my mouth.
We wrestled for control of our tongues, but he wouldn’t let me win. Instead, he licked every inch of my mouth.
But just as suddenly as the kiss began, it ended as he pulled away, making me sigh because I missed the touch.
I had never seen Jaxon look like that before. He was standing there with disheveled hair and swollen lips, breathing rapidly, and his face showed confusion, amazement, and disbelief. I was out of breath, too.
He couldn’t believe what had just transpired or how he had lost control. Jaxon Dante, who usually knew what he was going to do next, seemed really perplexed and didn’t know what to do next.
After looking at each other in disbelief, Jaxon turned around and walked away.
That kiss felt like a fantasy.
I think he shouldn’t have kissed me since he is neglecting me again. He could be angry because he couldn’t resist, or there might be another reason.
But the truth is that I’m ignoring him, too. A little bit since that kiss made things really awkward; even if we’re married, our marriage was simply for our businesses. Even though it wasn’t in the contract, I created certain restrictions for myself that said we couldn’t be emotionally or physically involved with one other. I absolutely broke that, and he did, too.
He hasn’t talked to me in four days, and I’ve only been fantasizing about that kiss since then. I could still feel it. Not that I’m complaining, but that was one of the nicest feelings ever.
Do I want to kiss him again? Of course.
I told Jona and Kena about the kiss, and they looked blank for a second before assaulting me with questions like, “Did he start it?” “How did it feel?” and “Was it slow or rough?” Seriously?