Chapter 24 She’ll Never Be Yours
Jaxon
Savannah looked stunning, especially after being freshly fucked. The warm flush on her skin drew me in like a bright light in the dark. I bent low, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as I fastened the button on my dress pants.
She met my eyes in the mirror as she combed her fingers through her hair.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” she murmured, shaking her head slightly.
I smirked, stepping back and fixing my shirt.
“Which part?” I asked. “The part where you bent over and let me fuck you, or the part where you—”
Her elbow drove straight into my stomach and I grunted, laughing under my breath.
“You're being crude.”
“And you're beautiful when you come.”
She rolled her eyes, but her lips betrayed her with the faintest hint of a smile. Her gaze dropped to the floor as if searching for something, and when she bent low, she strung a piece of pink lace through her fingers.
“Ugh, and these were my favorite pair,” she whined.
I plucked them from her fingers and buried them in my pocket. “I'll buy you new ones.”
That earned me a narrowed look.
“Several pairs, then?”
Rolling her eyes, she turned back to the mirror then reached for one of the hand towels laid out on the counter. And when she made the motion of going to her inner thighs, I closed the distance between us again and clasped my hand around her wrist.
“That's my job,” I murmured in her ear, gently grabbing the towel from her. “But that mess on your thigh? You're wearing that out of here, trouble. I want you to walk into that room with my cum running down your thighs.”
She swallowed hard and my lips curled slightly. Then I ran the hot water, dampened the towel a little before saying, “Turn around.”
Wordlessly, she spun to face me, and her fingers grasped the edge of the counter.
I crouched low, coming eye level with her waist, and lifted her dress.
I almost moaned at the sight of her bare pussy, especially when her legs spread to give me better access.
Hooded eyes looked up at her and the sound of her breath catching made my fucking heart skip.
God, what is this woman doing to me?
My focus went back to her pussy, and fuck, I couldn't resist—I moved in and ran my tongue across her sensitive clit. Just once, but damn, that wasn't enough. The taste of her—of us—was driving me insane. Her whimper whispered in the air and her fingers tangled in my hair.
But I pulled back before either of us could get into it.
Instead, I used the towel to take care of her and rose to my feet, smiling when I saw her heated gaze.
“Tsk, tsk. So greedy, trouble.”
She huffed a breath and her cheeks grew dark under her flush. “You started that on purpose.”
“Baby, there's only so much a man can do when there's perfect pussy in front of his eyes.”
Blushing, she pushed against my chest and turned around. “Zip me up, please.”
“Your wish is my command.”
She ran her hands down her dress once I did, smoothing the fabric over her hips. Watching her ground herself was refreshing. Then again, I could’ve watched her so absolutely nothing and still found her to be the most intriguing woman I'd ever met.
I leaned down again, pressing my mouth to her shoulder, slower this time.
“You look perfect,” I murmured against her skin.
She stilled.
I let my lips linger there before adding, “Well… perfectly fucked. But perfect nonetheless.”
She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “You just had to ruin it.”
I grinned.
“Let's get the rest of this dreadful evening over with, come on,” she said, then gave a final glance at herself in the mirror before walking across the grand bathroom.
Taking a look in the mirror myself, I smoothed out the crinkles in my shirt and the mess of my hair. I ran a thumb over my lips, a poor attempt to swipe away any remnants of her lipstick quickly before following her to the door.
She glanced over her shoulder, giving me a look that would’ve scared most men off.
It only made me want her more.
“You keep looking at me like that, trouble, and we won't leave this bathroom for a week.”
“As if you could handle a week-long sex fest.”
“Is that a challenge?” I reached past her, unlocking the bathroom door, and gestured for her to go first. My lips were curled in a smirk as I brushed them against her ear. “Because you know how much I love those.”
She walked out, elbowing me on the way, and a giggle escaped her lips when I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled her neck.
But then, silence.
Her relaxed posture grew tense and her nails dug into my arms.
And when my eyes peered up, I could see why.
Prince fucking Charming.
Cue the stomach churning.
“Savannah.”
Jealousy flickered in his eyes like an emerald flame, bright and impossible to miss, as they zeroed in on my arms around Savannah’s waist. The churning in my stomach was now a stifling reminder that while the word ‘pretend’ didn't exist for me anymore, Chase was where Savannah’s loyalties lay. The thought had my jaw clenching.
He didn't deserve her.
And when his gaze dragged up her body, thick with open contempt, I half-considered introducing his face to the pristine marble floors just to prove it. How dare he look at her as if she was the one who committed the crime here?
Then the asshole had the nerve to look right at me. Did I just tighten my arms and smirk at him? Oh yes, I did. Couldn't help myself, really.
It sparked something inside him, and I could see him slipping behind that cool facade.
“You must be the ex,” I started, eyeing him up and down. “I'd say it's a pleasure, but you wouldn't exactly know what the word means, would you?”
Fire and brimstone lit in his eyes, and his fingers curled into fists.
“Watch what you say to me. You can barely afford to breathe the same air as me.”
“You mean the air daddy's little fortune bought you?”
He sneered, taking a step forward, and oh I wish he would. Benji had been so busy that we hadn't had a match in weeks.
“What do you want, Chase?” Savannah’s words made him tear his gaze away from mine.
“To talk to you—privately,” he added, shooting me a glare.
“We have nothing to talk about.”
“Savannah, come on. We need to talk about this.”
“No,” she said, her voice sharp as glass. “You lost the right to say that when you decided to humiliate me, and even worse, my grandma.”
The air shifted.
Chase blinked. “What are you talking about?”
“Her rent,” Savannah continued, her composure terrifying in its steadiness. “The building you insisted on paying for. The generous arrangement. You stopped the payments, didn't you?”
There was a flicker of recognition.
Asshole wasn't expecting that, was he?
“You think I don’t know you?” she pressed. “You think I don’t see how calculated that was? Leave her in the dust just to have me crawling back to you for help? You know I can't afford that place.”
His expression hardened. “We're not together. I don’t owe you anything.”
“No,” she agreed softly. “You don’t.”
Her chin lifted.
“But you don’t get to sabotage my family because your ego can’t handle the fact that I broke up with you after you slept with my cousin.”
The silence around us thickened.
Conversations nearby had started to die down.
People were watching.
Chase glanced around, clearly aware of the audience now.
“You’re embarrassing yourself,” he muttered.
Savannah laughed bitterly.
“I embarrassed myself when I stayed with you for five years while you tried to convince me I was lucky to have you.”
That hit.
He stepped closer to her.
I moved us backward —subtle, but enough that he didn't have easy access to her. Not that the bastard would need it. He narrowed his eyes at the movement.
“I don't understand why you're behaving like this. Or why you felt the need to bring him here,” he added, shooting me another glare. “He's an unnecessary—”
“Don't you dare insult him. You know nothing about him.”
His eyes flashed. “Oh, I know plenty about your friend here. That doesn't explain why you were in the bathroom with him.”
“Aw, come on, Chasey,” I taunted, smirking his way as my head rested on Savannah’s shoulder. “Doesn't take a genius to figure that out.”
He glared at me, running his tongue across his teeth.
“Besides, what goes on between my woman and me isn't your problem.”
“She isn't yours. Never will be.”
“Trouble, you didn't tell me he was suffering from delusional tendencies,” I said to Savannah, my eyes never leaving his. “If you're looking for your woman, you may want to head back inside.”
He inched closer, squaring his shoulders with a taunting smile stretching across his lips.
“She'll never be yours, not in any way that matters.”
She'll never be yours.
She'll never be yours.
She'll never be yours.
The words echoed in my head as we stared each other down, and fuck that—because yes, she was. Mine to tease, mine to laugh with. Mine to bring to the heights he never could. She was mine, just as I was hers.
His gaze shifted back to Savannah.
“So, what, your answer to fixing us is to fuck him?”
She drew back. “Excuse me?”
“That's what you were just doing, isn't it? Fucking him to prove a point to me. Well, marvelous. Point fucking made.”
“Firstly, who I do or don't sleep with is no longer your concern. Secondly, I don't see the point of this conversation. I said everything I needed to say the last time we spoke. You chose your bed, now go find your soon-to-be wife and lie in it.”
“And I told you—”
“You don't get to dictate my life. I'm perfectly happy with Jaxon.”
And though those words warmed my insides, I couldn't tell if she was just saying them for the sake of the contract or if she really meant them.
Chase scoffed. “Happy? What could you possibly be happy about with him?”
“For starters, he doesn't lie or cheat on me.”
“You think he’s any different?” Chase spat. “You think he’s going to settle down and build a future with you? He’s going to get bored, Savannah. Men like him always do.”
“Men like you, you mean?”
Savannah didn’t look at me.
She didn’t need to.