Chapter 37 His Greatest Mistake Has Come Home

Jaxx’s Point Of View The sun was unforgiving that afternoon, spilling molten gold across the pavement as I stepped out of her company. My lips curved into a smirk I didn’t bother to hide. She still hated me. Every glare, every sharp word… hell, even the way she’d just knelt for me, it screamed hate. But whether she liked it or not, she’d have to get used to my presence again. I wasn’t going anywhere. I tugged my shirt straight, slipped on my sunglasses, and let the heat settle into my skin as if I owned the whole damn street. The sound of my shoes against the pavement was sharp, deliberate. Each step echoed the certainty thrumming in my chest. By the time I made it to my suite, the lingering scent of her perfume still clung to me, maddening and distracting. I barely had the chance to sit when my phone buzzed across the glass table. “Sir,” my man’s voice came through, steady but cautious, “he’s still reaching out. Said he wants to see you.” My jaw flexed. Irritation surged hot and bitte