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Sara I stomped into the house. I wanted to scream and punch Jaxon in the face. I felt so angry and humiliated. I couldn't stand it. How could I truly mean so little to him after everything? I screamed out loud as I stomped my way up the stairs. Before I reached the top, Jaxon's strong hand gripped tight around my arm and whipped me around. His eyes were tight, and his lips were in a thin line. “Let me go," I growled. “No," he replied. His voice was calm, and he kept his eyes on me. He forced me back down a little until my face was closer to his. “Damn it, Jaxon, let me go," I screamed again. I tried to pull my arm away, but his grip was so much stronger than mine. If I continued to pull much harder, I'd have another bruise. I narrowed my eyes at him. “You don't get to make such de