Elena Unleashed

Did I Overreact?

“I received a call while you were in the shower. One of the more recent companies I acquired is having some difficulties and they need me out there immediately,” he explains.

I am sitting here trying to figure out what I should do but I’m torn. I really don’t know what to do? I know Dawn won’t mind if I’m not there tonight. The issue is my head & heart are at odds. My head is telling me no.. no.. no.. your moving to fast. When my heart is telling me to stay, because I know I am going to miss his sexy ass. Plus the sex.. Damn, the s*x is… Epic. I think I am going to have to listen to my head. I can’t let myself fall for him, when I know this is just temporary.

“It’s okay, we can try to plan something when you get back,” I make sure I don’t make eye contact with him as I say this.

“So, you don’t want to stay the night tonight? We won’t see each other again for at least two weeks,” Jaxon rebuttals.

“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea, plus I have plans. You’ll only be gone for two weeks,” I reply. Knowing full well that I will miss him while he is gone.

When Jaxon doesn’t reply, I look up to look at him. He looks confused and hurt. My intentions were not to hurt his feelings, but seriously this is all going a bit too fast for me. I have too many feelings swirling around and I need time to sort them out.

I hurry and finish my breakfast in awkward silence. Once I finish, I take my plate and coffee cup to the sink and wash them. Jaxon is still picking at his sandwich.

“I’m going to go finish getting ready” I say as I head back to Jaxon’s room. I don’t dare look at him, if he looks at me or touches me, he will most likely persuade me to stay.

I finish getting my things packed up, brush and blow-dry my hair. I walk out to the kitchen where I last saw Jaxon, but he wasn’t there. His plate was hardly touched and sitting there. I felt bad that my decision to not stay was making him upset enough not to eat.

I have to think of myself, I can’t allow another man to put a leash on me like Luke did. I was his pet that he controlled and abused. I am not saying the Jaxon will do that to me, but I also don’t want to take that chance right now. I need to get out of here before I change my mind. My urge to go and hold him and tell him I will stay is becoming more intense the longer I stay here.

Damn it, I need my keys; I know Vincent had them last, but I haven’t seen him around either. I put my things down on a kitchen chair and start looking for either Vincent or Jaxon.

After looking for almost 20 minutes to no avail. I am extremely frustrated and about to call an Uber, I am over this s**t! I decide to look in Jaxon’s room one more time before I call an Uber since this gorgeous fucker decided to play hide-n-seek.

I walk up the stairs when I hear a noise coming from the room diagonal from his bedroom. The door is slightly ajar, and I see Jaxon sitting at his desk. His elbows are on his desk with his head down in his hands gripping his hair. He looks distraught, I stand there watching him for a few minutes before I slowly walk into what I assume is his home office.

Jaxon hears me walk in and he sits up to look at me. “Hey,” he says in a sad voice.

Shit, why do I want to go jump in his lap and tell him I will stay. I hate that I am making him sad. See this is why I have to leave, this man is trouble with a capital “T”.

“Hey, I've been looking everywhere for you. I need my keys so I can take off.” I ask him as calmly as I possibly can.

Jaxon stands up and walks over to me. Damn, he’s wearing white sweats. ONLY white sweats. They are hanging low, so low in fact that I think his beastie is the only thing keeping them up.. He looks scrumptious and that color brings out his gorgeous bronze skin tone. f**k this man is smoking hot. My eyes scan his amazingly sculpted body and stop dead on his V lines that are pointing to his most spectacular muscle of all.

Next thing I know he’s in front of me and his arms go around my waist. I melt into him and inhale his amazing scent, it’s intoxicating.

“Can’t I talk you into staying with me, you know I'll make it worth your while.” He whispers in my ear. Then moves down to my sweet spot on my neck.

“Ughh”, I softly moan when I feel his soft lips and warm wet tongue on my neck. This man is so addictive. Damn it! Okay maybe it won’t be such a horrible idea to stay, I mean what could it hurt really, right?

Jaxon continues his assault on my neck and them pulls me closer to him. Now I feel his ginormous Beastie on my belly. My Kitty is now a purring and drooling hot mess. Son of a b***h, why does this s*x God tease me so.

I Pull away a bit to look at him, he has this sexy smirk on his face. This Fucker knows what he’s doing the manipulative little s**t. He is not playing Fair.

“You aren’t making this easy on a girl, are you?” I say seductively whisper.

“Nope, not when it comes to something I want, and I tend to get what I want Elena. I’ve just never had to work this hard for it.” He replies in his cocky way.

Oh, Hell No! So, he sees me as some kind of challenge because no one says no to the almighty Jaxon Hart! He just put me in the same category as his skanky conquests, this fucker has a death wish.

“Just because the other girls you were with were needy hoodrats, doesn’t make me one Jaxon,” I retort angerly!

“So let me be clear, I made plans with my friend and “I want” to spend my evening with her and my nephew. Please get me my keys and I will be out of your hair so you and I can carry on with the rest of our day.” I exclaim as I pull away completely. He done pissed me off, idiota.

Jaxon’s face looks like a child that just got his favorite toy taken away. f**k him, I am not his toy. I am not getting into another relationship with a man who thinks he can manipulate me to do his bidding. Nope.. Not again.

“Thats not what I meant…” Jaxon tried to reply with an explanation, but I cut him off. I really don’t want to hear his explanation right now.

“ I don’t want to hear it Jaxon. I just need to leave, I have things to do. I will see you at the office tomorrow.” I say matter a factly.

He walks over to his desk and pulls my keys out of his drawer. “Thank you for helping My friend with the move and thank your again for you hospitality.” I say curtly.

He looks hurt and defeated as he nods at me in agreement. At that point I hightail it back downstairs, grab my stuff and take the elevator to the garage.

Luckily, I find my car fairly quickly and I head home. As I’m driving my anger dissipates, then I start wondering if I overreacted at what he said? Guilt starts taking over and I almost turn around and head back to his house. NO! I can’t.. I will not be a pushover anymore! We are not a couple, at best we are just f**k buddies.

Thank goodness I have a counseling appointment on Monday. Maybe my therapist can give me some insight into this craziness.