Jaxon
I’m smirking as I leave my office, my mind still buzzing with the memory of Nina, her scent lingering in the air like a f*****g drug. I can still feel the way her body trembled under my hands, the way she begged for me, needed me. There’s a certain satisfaction in knowing I’ve still got that effect on her, even after everything.
I pull my keys from my pocket, ready to get out of here, when my phone rings. Groaning, I glance at the screen.
Mom.
Of course.
I hit answer, already knowing this is going to be a headache.
“What’s up?” I say, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. It’s late, and the last thing I need right now is one of her lectures.
“Jaxon,” she says, her tone already dripping with that motherly disapproval I know too well. “What’s happening? Scarlett’s upset
