Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
And I would do anything in my power to protect her…
Now.
And forever.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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Jaxon Deen.
This man changed my life in more ways than I ever imagined could be possible. I had been with VIP for almost a year. I thought I knew everything, I thought I had seen everything; I thought I had experienced it all. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. It was nothing compared to what I would go through, all at the hands of a man and my own doing.
I wish I could tell you that it was his fault; that he was solely responsible for my actions, but I would be lying.
I was.
Nobody else, but me.
I honestly didn’t know where it came from, the emotions, the feelings, the devotion, the adoration, and the love. I lived and breathed for him. I was caught in his spider web of lies and deceit and the sad part was, I believed every word he spoke. Every promise he made. All the times he touched me and told me I was the one.
It felt real.
Sincere.
Consuming.
I thought about him when I was alone and even when I was laying in his arms. It didn’t matter that I saw other clients, both men and women, orgies, threesomes, you name it, I did it.
I gave them my body.
Jaxon had my heart.
It sideswiped me out of nowhere, like a car colliding into me from oncoming traffic. I didn’t see it coming until it was too late and I was too far-gone. He was the ventilator that kept me alive and breathing and the sole purpose of my everyday existence.
At first, I thought it was a game, I was the cat and he was the mouse; except, I never stood a chance, not for one second. I had just turned twenty when I met him and in my eyes, I was an adult, I was a woman.
In reality, I was a child, living in a fantasy world of what ifs and maybe somedays.
And it all started and ended with, “I love you.”
Those three fucking words ruined me for any other man.
I could come up with a million excuses, it was because of my father, or Landon, or just plain stupidity. I never thought I would fall head over heels in love with someone that never belonged to me. He was never mine; I just pretended like he was.
Madam was right about one thing.
Never say never…
Jaxon was married.
He had a family.
Yes… I know…I’m a hypocrite. Trust me, I’m well aware.
I met him at one of Madam’s parties and saw him from across the room, sounds like a fairy tale, right? Of course, I would get my happy ending. That’s how life is supposed to be, but it’s not. Not even close.
I recognized him immediately from the papers; he was in politics and the epitome of the perfect father and husband. He was also one of my dad’s friends, and much older than I was. Some would say I could pass for his daughter, but fuck he was sexy. Tall, dark, and handsome; his chocolate colored eyes and the smell of his cognac breath, and the light grey stubble on his five o’clock shadow. The way he looked at me, and the way he didn’t… the hold he had on me when he wasn’t around and then the lock that was there when he was.
I know what you’re thinking and maybe you’re right… maybe I did do it out of revenge… or spite… but it didn’t feel like it. At least not to me.
I often thought about my father and his mistress when I was with Jaxon. And for the first time since I found about his torrid affair with another woman, a woman who had his children… I related to her. I connected to a woman that I saw one time, briefly. I was her… doting after a man to be with me, to have him in any way, shape, or form that I could. I hated myself for it. The deeper I got involved with him, the more I lost myself.
I didn’t recognize the woman staring back at me in the mirror, and maybe I never did.
“Pretty girl, you’re so lovely, so warm and soft,” he praised as the tips of his fingers ran up and down from my throat to my pelvic bone. “Your smell is addicting and I can’t get enough of you, not in small doses or in big ones. It’s never enough when I am with you. Tell me you know that?”
“I do,” I purred, loving his hands on me.
“I’m going to marry you one day, you’re going to be the mother of my children, and I’m going to love you forever and never let you go. You’re mine, Brooke, just mine.”
I smiled at the thought.
“I want to try something. Do you trust me?”