The First Night
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Chapter 6: The First Night
The penthouse was silent.
Too silent.
Elena stepped inside, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor as the door shut behind her. She was Jaxon Wolfe’s wife now—in name, in law, and in the public eye. But behind those closed doors, she was just a woman trying not to fall apart.
Jaxon loosened his tie and poured himself a drink, offering her nothing but a glance.
“This is your home now,” he said, his voice calm but clipped. “You’ll find your room on the left.”
Her brows lifted. “Separate rooms?”
He turned to her slowly. “Did you think I was going to carry you to bed like a love-struck groom?”
“I don’t know what I expected,” she muttered.
Jaxon stepped closer, his gaze cool, assessing. “We’re partners in a contract, Elena. Not lovers. Not yet.”
“Then why look at me like that?”
He smirked. “Because whether you realize it or not, you’re mine. And sooner or later, that line in the contract about physical expectations… it will matter.”
Her breath hitched, heart pounding in her chest.
“Don’t mistake my restraint for disinterest,” he continued. “I’m just giving you space. For now.”
“For now,” she repeated, backing away slightly.
She didn’t want space.
She wanted control.
“Goodnight, Mr. Wolfe.”
His lips curved. “It’s Jaxon now, remember? You’re my wife.”
With a clenched jaw, she turned and disappeared into the guest suite. Her suitcase had already been unpacked, clothes neatly arranged, as if someone had prepared her entire life without asking.
As she closed the door, she leaned against it, the weight of everything finally settling over her.
She wasn’t just in his home. She was in his world.
And Jaxon Wolfe played by no one’s rules but his own.
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