Jaxon
I sit across from Scarlett at some overpriced restaurant, staring at her, but not really seeing her. She’s talking—about what, I have no f*****g clue. Something about a new deal she’s landed, maybe? I don’t care. I take a sip of whiskey, letting the burn distract me from the bullshit around me.
This dinner was a mistake. I knew it the second I agreed to meet her, but I’m here anyway, hoping for... what? Closure? Distraction? f**k if I know.
Scarlett leans forward, her hand sliding across the table to touch mine. “Jaxon, are you even listening to me?”
I look at her, blinking like I just woke up. “Yeah, I heard you.”
She gives me that sultry smile, the one she’s used a hundred times before to get what she wants. “You don’t seem like yourself lately. What’s going on?”
I shrug, lea
