Jaxon
The clock on the wall reads 5:42 PM.
Eighteen minutes. Eighteen minutes, and Mia will be my wife.
I should feel satisfied. I should feel triumphant, like I do every time I get exactly what I want. And yet, as I stare at my reflection in the penthouse bathroom mirror, the only thing I feel is an irritating weight in my chest.
It’s not fear. It’s not hesitation.
I don’t hesitate. Ever.
And yet, something stirs beneath my skin—something I can’t define, something that keeps me on edge.
With a slow breath, I run a hand through my hair, fixing a stray strand. I’m wearing a dark, custom-tailored suit. Perfect in every way. But there’s one detail that feels off—the knot of my tie. I loosen it and redo it with precise, controlled movements. The last thing I want is to face her with som
