Jaxon

I’m smirking as I leave my office, my mind still buzzing with the memory of Nina, her scent lingering in the air like a fucking drug. I can still feel the way her body trembled under my hands, the way she begged for me, needed me. There’s a certain satisfaction in knowing I’ve still got that effect on her, even after everything.

I pull my keys from my pocket, ready to get out of here, when my phone rings. Groaning, I glance at the screen.

Mom.

Of course.

I hit answer, already ...