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In & Out

Jaxon

Jaxon remained reticent the rest of their time. He followed orders, never once giving Kat a reason to not trust him. When she had fallen asleep their last night, Jaxon swiftly exited their hotel room. Besides wanting some fresh air, he wanted to do some of his own site seeing. His research led him to believe that Los Angeles was as lively of a city as New York City through out the night.

He’d dug out some of his stashed cash so that he could grab a real bite to eat. From there, he walked the streets window shopping the darkened stores. Jaxon had even found a club that discreetly took a hunk of cash to let him in. He was just weeks away from turning 21, and figured why not.

The clubs thumping high energy music pulsated the floor as he walked along. While the temptation for buying a drink taunted him, he decided it was best to not risk his luck.

Jaxon scoped out the club, reviewed it’s lay out, and determined at some point, he’d like to work in a club. He liked the vibe of the people and the dynamics. It was like a world of it; one that Jaxon could fall into with ease.

As he left the club, he decided that he would find a job to not only keep him busy when Kat is gone away on business, but start hoarding cash that Kat won’t be able to trace. He hadn’t figured out exactly where he wanted to work, but would start researching when they returned home.

Jaxon softly entered the room, showered, disposed of the street clothes he’d bought to avoid her asking questions, and feel asleep. Kat had mentioned an early flight, and well, he was still not really ready to talk to her about anything. He was harboring a few vivid thoughts that would possibly raise concerns for her. He wanted freedom, she wanted to use him. He had much to look forward, think about, and research when they get back home.

Kat’s alarm clock buzzed noisily from her side of the bed. She woke up easily to prepare for their flight. She threw a pillow at Jaxon, knowing his habit of oversleeping. Something she would have to get him out of the habit of continually doing.

“Jaxon, wake up. We have an hour and half before we must fly out from Burbank airport. I’ll finish dressing and pay our bill. Get up and get yourself readied to go."

Jaxon sat up and peered at her through the sheet he’d draped over his head. He gave a low groan out of her hearing range. He didn’t have much to change into. She didn’t demand him to wear anything special. So, he put on a pair of jeans, a button up shirt and slipped into his leather loafers. He was content with his appearance, along with comfort.

It was an outfit she’d picked out and if she had any complaints, he’d point the finger back at her.

It wasn’t long before she came back to the room. “They have a continental breakfast in the lobby area. You can pick yourself something from there as we await our taxi. Are you ready?”

She eyeballed him and his outfit with a critical eye, but refrained from saying anything further. Grabbing his bag, he threw the strap over his shoulder. He wasn’t about to let free food pass him up. The taxi had not arrived yet. Choosing carefully, he picked up an apple, a homemade breakfast bar, and a small cup of orange juice. He’d downed it all quickly as the taxi approached the doorway. He’d pocketed the bar for the flight home.

When they boarded the plane, he’d grabbed the window seat before Kat could get to it. His carry-on bag was already in the overhead as he sat down content with being quicker than her today. As she made her way through the aisle and put her bag above them, she looked down at a reclining Jaxon in her typical spot.

“Cute, very cute.” Her tone was seething with sarcasm. “If you can be quick like this today, I hope to see you quick like this going forward, Jaxon.”

He raised his hands up. “Guess it’s just a good day for me.”

“Sounds like this trip was a good experience for you.” She sat down in the middle seat next to him.

“A real eye-opener Kat.” He wiggled into his seat, turning his head to the window and closing his eyes.

“Good, I’m glad.” Before she could say anything more, he was already faintly snoring. She looked around not believing he’d already fallen asleep.

Jaxon, on the other hand, was quite pleased with his tricks. It wouldn’t be often he was faster on his feet than she was, however, he would make it a point to prove her wrong.

When they got home, Jaxon was refreshed and ready to do some exploring. Kat was busy with whatever new remodeling kick she was on. His presence could easily be unaccounted for as she bossed the work crew around. He headed to the kitchen, undetected by the boss lady, to see what's for supper and when it would be ready. He wanted to make sure to be back in time so that if Kat started asking questions, he could make some excuse.

Jaxon eventually made it to his car and exited the property without seemingly being noticed. He tried timing his departure when the guards were changing shifts. There was always a brief time period when guards were changing over and hit or miss being present.

Careful to not rev the engine as he drove along the driveway, he kept a watchful eye behind him if a guard tried to signal him to stop. When all was clear, he stepped on the gas when his tires hit the main road as he steered the car towards town.

Jaxon had stopped at a convenience store and picked up a paper. From there, he sat on a bench outside and looked through the classifieds. He’d tore out a couple of interesting jobs. Jaxon had also found a small print shop where he’d requested a resume to be built and printed for him on demand. With his spare cash, he paid them and said he’d come to pick them up in the next few days so that they had time to prepare it and print it.

He drove around town some more before heading back home. The far off distant view of the ocean was nice, but seeing it up close and personal was even better. He’d drove the road out along the sound seeing the up and coming buildings overtaking the beautiful landscape. For now, it was peaceful and serene. In the next couple of years, this stretch of land will be country clubs, beach houses, and boat slips.

Heading back home, he sped along to make sure that he got back in time. This time, he decided he was going to leave his car elsewhere. Somewhere near so that he could walk to it from the house without being seen. A couple of older cul de sacs were past the road and he parked along a side street between the neighboring communities where it looked like a storage building had sat once before and all that remained was the concrete foundation. He’d talk to a nearby tenant and see if he could put a small garage there to park his car occasionally.

From there, he walked back to the house through the wooded area. This time at a slow jog so that his metabolism would digest the food at a healthier pace than it had been. When he arrived, the staff were in a frenzy, upset with Kat, the supervisors, and he could hear yelling coming from the stairwell leading down to the lower level by several different people.

Choosing to stay out of it, he checked in with Tabitha confirming his suspicions. Kat was causing trouble because of her specific construction demands.

“Best keep your nose out of it, Mr. Jaxon. Kat’s on a rampage. When she gets like that, it’s worse than a hungry lion on the loose.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” He said and scooted up a metal step stool.

While she and the kitchen staff were finalizing the remaining dinner bits, Jaxon sat watching. She looked up at him and shook her head.

“Must’ve been a good weekend, with you staying here with us.” She gave him a look acknowledging that he was using this as a hide out.

“Best be careful, you're mingling with the slaves." She finally jested getting a smile out of Jaxon.

“Oh well, I’m one too, apparently. This weekend made me realize my own value to her. I’m only as good as what she wants from me.”

“Oh, dear,” said Tabitha. “Well, I’ll tell you this much. I don’t know what latched you on the Mistress, but it must have been something grand. You deserve….”

She leaned over to him whispering. “You deserve a much better gal than the Mistress.”

Tabitha gave him a sincere look of concern.

“Things will come out like they should, in the end. Besides, I have a question. Is there a pool or work out room here? Or do I need to go into town for that?”

Tabitha was washing her hands and drying them off in a towel as the meal was prepared and being plated by the other staff members.

“I think I recall a small workout room here made for another person, but I don’t know if it’s on the floor that she’s renovating or on the main floor near the back eastern wing. I’ll ask Oliver later and pass it along to you.”

Seeing the time, she patted Jaxon on the back.

“Time for you to ske-daddle. I don’t want Kat to give you the third degree about being in here while we are fixing supper. Nor do I feel like hearing her calamity in my kitchen.”

“Alright,” Jaxon said and meandered through the house and up to his room without much worry. The only people he came across were the construction crew leaving one after the other. He didn’t stop to ask if they were done for the day or walking.

He was sure that he’d hear the ranting from Kat at the table. Which, he heard an earful.