DAXTON POV
Perfect evening. Everything went according to plan. I knew it would. I mean, I’m a genius. A f*****g mastermind, really. It’s not like I need constant validation, but a few days of subtle attention, sweet gestures here and there, and bam—she’s mine. Hook, line, and sinker. Maria, in love with me, under my thumb. We’ll get married, have a couple of kids after a few years of messing around, and settle into the perfect life. Yeah. Perfect plan.
I went to bed with a grin plastered across my face, imagining Maria in a white dress, walking down the aisle toward me, looking absolutely breathtaking. The idea of her belly swollen with my child made something primal twist in my chest, filling me with satisfaction. That’s the endgame. Her, ours, for good.
The alarm clock blared like a
