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Story: His Ring, Her Rules
“Mr. Jaxon Dante, I wonder how you got to be the CEO when you are so stupid.”
“Don’t talk like her,” I urged, pointing to how he spoke my complete name.
“Oh, I’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately, that’s why,” he said, and I knew he was joking.
I gave him a death stare.
“Why? Are you jealous, Jaxon?”
I gave him another deathly look, but he just laughed and said, “Relax, she’s like my sister.”
“Stop making every other girl your sister,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You’ll die single.”
“What do you want me to do? Ask Vivian out on a date?”
I told him, “If you ask her out, you’ll be dead.”
“Seems like you’re really falling for her,” that helped me remember what I wanted to say to him.
“No, I’m not falling for her. I don’t want to because she’ll get hurt.”
“Jaxon, stop being dumb.”
“Call me stupid again, and I’ll punch you,” I said as he rolled his eyes.
“Listen, I get why you’re scared, but what happened to Julia is different, and so is your case with Vivian.”
“Julia’s reaction to your confession was understandable. She was your friend, and of course, she felt awkward when you told her how you felt. But Vivian is your wife, Jaxon. You can’t expect to stay married and not fall in love with each other,” he said.
“All of this is just making me mad!” I yelled.
“Now, stop being a coward and deal with how you feel.”
“But I…I don’t deserve her. She’s too good for me and—”
“Stop this drama, will you?” he said, cutting me off.
He reprimanded, “You are not a made-up character in a clichéd love story.”
“What if something happens to her?” I questioned sadly.
“Please, Jaxon, please! Nothing will happen to her. Your love won’t kill her!”
I raked my fingers through my hair in anger.
Do I already adore her?
I asked Jaxon, “How did it go?” when he walked into the home as I was getting a drink of water.
“It was good,” he said as he got closer to me.
I was really glad when Jaxon and Kena finally talked to each other and worked out their difficulties. They went out for drinks tonight, which made me more happier.
He replied, “But…you are going to pay for what you did. You literally locked us in a room!” as I set the glass down on the kitchen counter.
“I had to do that to get you both to talk without running away,” I said with a smile that made him frown.
I was tired and headed to my room with him following me. Just as I was ready to open the door, he asked, “Where are you going?”
“Um…I guess to sleep.”
“You’re not sleeping in that room right now; come sleep in our bedroom.”
Did he just say “our bedroom”?
I asked the dumbest question: “Are you sure?”
“Why not?”
“Okay, I’ll just change and come.”
He nodded and then went inside his room, or I should say our room.
I hurriedly put on my pajamas and a T-shirt before walking into his room.
He was standing at the glass windows and looking outdoors as I walked into our room.
When he heard the door close, he turned to me and stated, “Tomorrow, your wardrobe will be moved into this room, whether you like it or not.”
Was he truly striving to make this marriage work and be like a genuine couple?
“Am I whining?”
“You shouldn’t,” he replied before heading into the restroom. I got comfy on the bed and lay down.
He came out of the restroom a minute later wearing only his boxers, which made me blush a lot. I looked away from him so he wouldn’t notice me looking at him.
When he lay down next to me, the bed sunk, and the only light in the room came from the moonlight pouring through the window.
I could feel him move closer, and his hand curled around my waist, pulling me closer.
As I came closer to him, I put my head on his naked chest, and he put his arm around my waist.
I was whole.
We were both totally awake as Jaxon massaged little circles on my waist. The only sound was our slow breathing.
I could hear his heartbeat when I put my ear to his chest. It was thumping really quickly.
I put my hand in the middle of his chest and questioned, “Why is your heart beating so fast?”
He stopped rubbing circles on my waist and moved his hand up to stroke my hair softly.
“It’s nothing,” he said.
I groaned and said, “You don’t tell me anything, Jaxon.”
“I’ve already told you a lot about myself.”
“I don’t know you very well,” I said softly.
“Do you want me to read my biography?”
I grinned and said, “I’d love to hear that.”
I thought he was joking, but then he started talking: “My name is Jaxon Dante, and I am the joint CEO of Hayes Dante Industries. I was born on November 3, 1991, to Levi and Tasha Dante. I am their only child. I love Italian food, and my favorite color is turquoise blue.”
I thought he was done, but then he said, “At eighteen, something happened that broke me up, and for many years I didn’t realize how messed up I was until I met my wife, who is a feisty little thing. She is too good for me; she keeps asking me if I ate or not, scolds me for smoking, tends to my wounds, and helps me fix my friendship.”
He wasn’t inebriated. He was sober, yet what he was saying was hard to believe.
I looked at him as he looked at the ceiling, and I kept my hand on his chest.
He went on, “She’s feisty, and her feistiness messes with my mind. She’s crazy, and she drives me crazy, too, but…she keeps me sane. She gave me the comfort I’ve been looking for for so many years. She told me I’m missing all the precious moments of my life…little does she know that she’s the only precious thing I don’t want to lose. I keep hurting her, but she stays with me even though I keep pushing her away. I don’t want to lose her because if I do, I’ll lose myself too.
Who are you, and what did you do to my husband? This isn’t the man I married.
No one has informed me that I keep them sane or that I am important to them. No one has ever said that they will do everything to keep me.
But this guy…
I carefully climbed on top of him, and we looked into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t see his face well, but his eyes shined, and a tear fell from my face and hit his cheeks. He brushed away my tears with his thumb and held my face in his hands.
“Jaxon,” I said so quietly that I couldn’t even hear it.
“Thank you,” he said back.
“For what?”
“For all of it.”
“I didn’t even do anything,” I muttered, and he said, “You have no idea, Clara.”
I laid my forehead on his and closed my eyes. He did the same.
I was so happy to have him as my spouse at that moment. There were times when I wanted to run away from him, but just now, everything seemed worth the suffering.
I kissed him without thinking twice, and he kissed me back right away, placing his arms around my waist so I wouldn’t fall.
I put my hands on his shoulders, and he opened his mouth. This time, he let me take charge as I moved my tongue around in his mouth. At first, the kiss was light and slow, but as our tongues danced together, the desperation grew with each passing second.
I slipped my hands from his shoulder down to his abs and carefully dragged my finger over them, which made him snarl.
He took my hand and whispered in my ear, “You better stop, or I’ll lose it.”
“I don’t want to,” I mumbled back, kissing him hard this time. In less than a second, he rolled me over, and his eyes got darker.
“Don’t talk like her,” I urged, pointing to how he spoke my complete name.
“Oh, I’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately, that’s why,” he said, and I knew he was joking.
I gave him a death stare.
“Why? Are you jealous, Jaxon?”
I gave him another deathly look, but he just laughed and said, “Relax, she’s like my sister.”
“Stop making every other girl your sister,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You’ll die single.”
“What do you want me to do? Ask Vivian out on a date?”
I told him, “If you ask her out, you’ll be dead.”
“Seems like you’re really falling for her,” that helped me remember what I wanted to say to him.
“No, I’m not falling for her. I don’t want to because she’ll get hurt.”
“Jaxon, stop being dumb.”
“Call me stupid again, and I’ll punch you,” I said as he rolled his eyes.
“Listen, I get why you’re scared, but what happened to Julia is different, and so is your case with Vivian.”
“Julia’s reaction to your confession was understandable. She was your friend, and of course, she felt awkward when you told her how you felt. But Vivian is your wife, Jaxon. You can’t expect to stay married and not fall in love with each other,” he said.
“All of this is just making me mad!” I yelled.
“Now, stop being a coward and deal with how you feel.”
“But I…I don’t deserve her. She’s too good for me and—”
“Stop this drama, will you?” he said, cutting me off.
He reprimanded, “You are not a made-up character in a clichéd love story.”
“What if something happens to her?” I questioned sadly.
“Please, Jaxon, please! Nothing will happen to her. Your love won’t kill her!”
I raked my fingers through my hair in anger.
Do I already adore her?
I asked Jaxon, “How did it go?” when he walked into the home as I was getting a drink of water.
“It was good,” he said as he got closer to me.
I was really glad when Jaxon and Kena finally talked to each other and worked out their difficulties. They went out for drinks tonight, which made me more happier.
He replied, “But…you are going to pay for what you did. You literally locked us in a room!” as I set the glass down on the kitchen counter.
“I had to do that to get you both to talk without running away,” I said with a smile that made him frown.
I was tired and headed to my room with him following me. Just as I was ready to open the door, he asked, “Where are you going?”
“Um…I guess to sleep.”
“You’re not sleeping in that room right now; come sleep in our bedroom.”
Did he just say “our bedroom”?
I asked the dumbest question: “Are you sure?”
“Why not?”
“Okay, I’ll just change and come.”
He nodded and then went inside his room, or I should say our room.
I hurriedly put on my pajamas and a T-shirt before walking into his room.
He was standing at the glass windows and looking outdoors as I walked into our room.
When he heard the door close, he turned to me and stated, “Tomorrow, your wardrobe will be moved into this room, whether you like it or not.”
Was he truly striving to make this marriage work and be like a genuine couple?
“Am I whining?”
“You shouldn’t,” he replied before heading into the restroom. I got comfy on the bed and lay down.
He came out of the restroom a minute later wearing only his boxers, which made me blush a lot. I looked away from him so he wouldn’t notice me looking at him.
When he lay down next to me, the bed sunk, and the only light in the room came from the moonlight pouring through the window.
I could feel him move closer, and his hand curled around my waist, pulling me closer.
As I came closer to him, I put my head on his naked chest, and he put his arm around my waist.
I was whole.
We were both totally awake as Jaxon massaged little circles on my waist. The only sound was our slow breathing.
I could hear his heartbeat when I put my ear to his chest. It was thumping really quickly.
I put my hand in the middle of his chest and questioned, “Why is your heart beating so fast?”
He stopped rubbing circles on my waist and moved his hand up to stroke my hair softly.
“It’s nothing,” he said.
I groaned and said, “You don’t tell me anything, Jaxon.”
“I’ve already told you a lot about myself.”
“I don’t know you very well,” I said softly.
“Do you want me to read my biography?”
I grinned and said, “I’d love to hear that.”
I thought he was joking, but then he started talking: “My name is Jaxon Dante, and I am the joint CEO of Hayes Dante Industries. I was born on November 3, 1991, to Levi and Tasha Dante. I am their only child. I love Italian food, and my favorite color is turquoise blue.”
I thought he was done, but then he said, “At eighteen, something happened that broke me up, and for many years I didn’t realize how messed up I was until I met my wife, who is a feisty little thing. She is too good for me; she keeps asking me if I ate or not, scolds me for smoking, tends to my wounds, and helps me fix my friendship.”
He wasn’t inebriated. He was sober, yet what he was saying was hard to believe.
I looked at him as he looked at the ceiling, and I kept my hand on his chest.
He went on, “She’s feisty, and her feistiness messes with my mind. She’s crazy, and she drives me crazy, too, but…she keeps me sane. She gave me the comfort I’ve been looking for for so many years. She told me I’m missing all the precious moments of my life…little does she know that she’s the only precious thing I don’t want to lose. I keep hurting her, but she stays with me even though I keep pushing her away. I don’t want to lose her because if I do, I’ll lose myself too.
Who are you, and what did you do to my husband? This isn’t the man I married.
No one has informed me that I keep them sane or that I am important to them. No one has ever said that they will do everything to keep me.
But this guy…
I carefully climbed on top of him, and we looked into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t see his face well, but his eyes shined, and a tear fell from my face and hit his cheeks. He brushed away my tears with his thumb and held my face in his hands.
“Jaxon,” I said so quietly that I couldn’t even hear it.
“Thank you,” he said back.
“For what?”
“For all of it.”
“I didn’t even do anything,” I muttered, and he said, “You have no idea, Clara.”
I laid my forehead on his and closed my eyes. He did the same.
I was so happy to have him as my spouse at that moment. There were times when I wanted to run away from him, but just now, everything seemed worth the suffering.
I kissed him without thinking twice, and he kissed me back right away, placing his arms around my waist so I wouldn’t fall.
I put my hands on his shoulders, and he opened his mouth. This time, he let me take charge as I moved my tongue around in his mouth. At first, the kiss was light and slow, but as our tongues danced together, the desperation grew with each passing second.
I slipped my hands from his shoulder down to his abs and carefully dragged my finger over them, which made him snarl.
He took my hand and whispered in my ear, “You better stop, or I’ll lose it.”
“I don’t want to,” I mumbled back, kissing him hard this time. In less than a second, he rolled me over, and his eyes got darker.