Ember. | #1 Axis Series

11. The Confession

"The paperwork will be sent to your lawyer first thing tomorrow morning. I'm having them drawn up as we speak."

I listen as Troy talks on the phone, his voice formal and businesslike. I'm standing at the entrance of the kitchen quietly, waiting for him to finish his call. He doesn't know I'm in the kitchen with him since I've only just woken up. When he hangs up, I venture over to him and hug him from behind. His body relaxes as he flips pancakes on the stove.

"How'd you sleep, beautiful?" He asks, making my cheeks heat.

I smile. "Great," I respond. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything. You can always ask me anything, baby."

"What was wrong with Axton last night? He seemed angry," I wonder. He turns around to face me, his hands resting on my t-shirt covered hips.

"Do you remember me telling you how Axton was on tour with his band?" I nod in the affirmative. "Okay. Well, from what Axton explained to me, they were having problems while on tour and things escalated when they were together late last night. The band broke up and I offered Ax a job," he says.

I tilt my head. "So, essentially he's going from a musician to being a businessman who works for his brother who is, as the magazines say and I quote, "a multi-billionaire Greek god and most eligible bachelor"?" I question just to make sure I didn't leave anything out.

He flashes me a smile. "You did your research, sweetheart," he says.

I roll my eyes. "My friends, Cassidy and Tessa, did; not me. And, probably my mother, too."

His smile widens and he leans in until our noses are brushing. My pulse quickens and my clit pulses in tune with my heartbeat. "They forgot to correct one thing in their research, my sweet Ember," he whispers deeply.

I force myself to swallow. "What would that be, Mr. Lancaster?" I ask.

"I'm no longer eligible, sweetheart. A certain siren has lured me with her song," he says. After kissing me soundly, he releases me and turns back to his pancakes. I sit there, feeling like a lake of caramel has been poured over my head.

"How do you like your eggs, babe?" Troy asks casually like he didn't just melt my heart.

I'm in some deep s**t.