A Christmas With My Brother's Best Friend

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Jaxon’s POV

The plan had been to scare her and perhaps torture her a bit, but it seemed I had only messed up. Instead, I almost made her lose consciousness for a few minutes.

Her face had suddenly gone pale like one of the corpses you'd find at the morgue. Beads of sweat already trickled down her forehead, wetting my hand, which I used to hold her down. With the terrifying look in her eyes, I could tell her heart was racing.

“Are you this clumsy?” Those were the only words I could think of, a way of hiding the fact that a sense of fear danced somewhere in my head. Although I didn't get a response immediately, that only indicated that the fierce woman I met the last time also had something that would terrify her.

“Now, you just confirmed how enchanted you are by me.” Again, I opened up and spoke to get her attention.

Well, just as I had planned, she snapped out of her deep thoughts and, at the same time, freed herself from my grip.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Those were the first words that escaped her lips as she stared daggers at me.

Of course, she was never going to admit that once again, I had saved her.

“What were you trying to do there?” She yelled at me again.

“I guess you're not as well mannered as I expected the sibling of Adrian to be.” I made sure my tone was subtle, yet firm enough to deliver the message that I wasn't affected by her.

“And what is that supposed to mean? You were the one who suddenly went blind and couldn't see I was on my way.” She furrowed her eyebrows, folding both hands against her chest. Underneath those words, her sharp breathing indicated how fast her heart was beating.

I forced myself not to burst into laughter at how insulted she felt by my comments.

“A simple thank you would have been better since all I did was save your life, again.” I spoke, laying a heavy emphasis on the word, “again”

“Tch!” She scoffed, taking her eyes away from her for a moment and bringing them back on with a scowl resting on them.

“It wasn't like I needed saving.” She blurted.

“Of course you didn't. We might as well go back in time.” I said and walked away immediately, without waiting to hear whatever she had to say.

Unfortunately, when I walked back to the living room to continue working, it was impossible as I felt my hands suddenly seize and my brain unable to process anything.

I had lost my touch. My brain had suddenly gone blank on how I could wrap up the presentation or even evaluate the files of proposals from other business partners.

“Oh, damn that woman!” I cursed in a deep breath.

If only I had not been too emotional a while ago by wanting to pay her back for disrespecting me, I'm pretty sure I would have been done with all I had to do before Adrian caught me working again at night.

“Now I understand why perverts like you couldn't find time to sleep.” I suddenly heard from behind. I needed no one to tell me who it was because as it stood, I could recognize her voice wherever I heard it from.

When I raised my head to have a look at her, she was already close to the end of the living room, which led to the corridor leading her to her room. Although she made sure to give me a last scornful look before leaving.

“What? Pervert? Did she just call me a pervert?” Disbelief eroded my tone. I angrily shut my laptop back as the thoughts of her fearless acts and insulting words didn't want to leave my head.

What I found extremely disturbing was how a woman whom I had only met recently seemed to distract me so easily.

Why did I equally find her presence, eyes, lips, body, so compelling yet distracting?

“Come on, Jaxon. Quit this nonsense.” I let out a deep breath as I spoke to myself.

Women were generally known for distraction. A woman could be a man's destruction tool. And besides, the holiday was just for a few days, and in no time, I would be out of here, never to set eyes on her anymore.

I let the words play loud and clear in my head as if I was reciting a bible verse to myself. At the same time, my eyes closed shut for a few minutes to refresh my thoughts.

***********

The next morning, the blaring sound of the notification that kept popping up in my phone cut my sleep short. Although I didn't think it important to find out what the problem could be. I ended up extending my hand to my bedside table where I had kept it even with my eyes shut.

The moment I could get hold of it, I threw it right under the second pillow beside me.

Finally! I could have my peaceful rest.

Or so I thought.

Not until I heard the sound. This time, it wasn't my phone. In fact, it was way louder than the notification, which couldn't stop buzzing.

“Urghh! Can't someone get to sleep around here?” I arose grudgingly from the bed like a kid whose mother had summoned me to clean the entire house. My eardrums were already hurting, and my entire body was literally boiling in fury at the loud beating sound of what sounded like Christmas songs.

I wanted to believe it wasn’t definitely coming from the house. Neither would any sensible human think of something as absurd as it so early that morning.

“What the hell is this? What are you doing? Are we in a club or something? Aren't you sensible enough to understand that it's still so early in the morning?” I questioned all at once,disdain rotting in my voice the moment I arrived at the living room.

The woman who my questions were directed at paid no attention to me as she kept wrapping the set of gifts on the table and humming and dancing to the music too.

“Of course you'd act dumb because you actually are.” I was forced to say, and immediately, she stopped what she was doing to glare at me.

“I wonder what sort of billionaire doesn't know that today is Christmas.” She finally opened up, her eyes back on what she was doing.

“Everyday is Christmas, and that is still not reasonable enough for someone who claims to be educated to disturb the sleeping peace of people around.” I definitely wasn't ready to let go.

“If you're the only one who feels disturbed by this, I would happily increase the volume.” She said,

At that moment, while her words felt like the drop of hot oil on a bruised leg, I felt the sudden urge of crashing the speakers to the ground.

“You.” I growled, taking two closer steps to her, with my head toiling in sheer anger.

“Do you know who you're speaking to?” I fumed.

She turned nonchalantly at me, her stares void of any form of curiosity or fear.

“I don't need to know you. All I want is for you to stay clear out of my way until the end of this Christmas holiday.” She responded.