Sara

It had only been six days, but I was starting to f*cking lose it. Jaxon hardly let me out of my bed except for meals, insisting it was better to ‘preserve my strength.’ I wanted to punch him every time he repeated bullsh*t the doctor had said. Except for a slight pain in my ribs and a headache at night, I felt fine. I wanted to get out and back to work.

While having lunch on one of my allotted visits to the kitchen, one of Jaxon’s staff came in to inform ...