Saxon(41)

She sneers, “You don’t have that power.”

I smirk at her, trying to contain my fury, hurt, and pain. “If I let everyone know you’re f*cking Fred then yes, I do have that power.”

Her face pales, and then she leaves quietly.

Wow.

I’d only guessed she was sleeping with my co-worker.

At the click of my door, I cover my face with my hands. Then, because I like to torture myself, I read the entire article. From start to finish. I know most of it is bullshit, but that f*cking picture…

What if Saxon was lonely one night and caved for some easy *?

The thought makes my throat burn.

Then I feel pissed right off.

And worst of all—I had to hear it from that smug bitch Taryn.

I search through my handbag for my phone and check over my missed calls and messages.

Twelve from Saxon.

Two from Ryder.

Three from Lexi.

One from Jet.

Five from Kidd.

I lean back in my chair, my mind racing.

I don’t know what to think right now. I don’t want to throw his past in his face but… he has cheated to see if the grass is greener on the other side before. Maybe he had a weak moment? Maybe he didn’t sleep with her and it was just the kiss I saw in the photo?

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe.

I need to talk to him, but I’m angry.

No—I’m f*cking hurt and in a destructive mood. I have a bad temper and who knows what will come out of my mouth. I settle on a message.

Me: I will talk to you later.

There.

My phone beeps instantly.

Saxon-Let me explain, please.

Famous words.

I put my phone back in my bag and pretend nothing happened. Pretend I never saw that stupid f*cking photo and that my heart isn’t breaking from my insecurity and the threat of broken promises.

What if he did?

What if he didn’t?

I grit my teeth and bite down on another piece of candy.

*****

After turning my phone off, I feel a little better. I get through my days’ work and then drive straight to Knox’s Tavern.

I totally deserve a drink.

I haven’t been here in quite a while and smile when I take a seat in front of Reid Knox himself.

“Where the f*ck have you been?” he asks, eye brows rising at my presence.

I purse my lips together. “You need to work on your customer service.”

He smirks at that. “What can I get you?”

Decisions, decisions.

“Beer please,” I reply after a second. As Reid goes to get me my beer I look around the bar, which is practically empty. “Where is everyone?”

“It’s still early,” Reid replies. “It’s only six.”

Oh yeah.

“Where’s Anna? I quite liked her,” I tell him, grinning.

Reid chuckles. “I don’t think Anna needs anymore trouble in the form of a hot lawyer.”

I wink at him. “You think I’m hot?”

Reid laughs. “Please don’t wink again, you look like you’re having a fit or something.”

I roll my eyes and take a sip of my ice cold beer.

Perfect.

“I really needed this,” I sigh, looking down at my French manicure. “Day from hell is an understatement.”

“What happened? Your client admit he was guilty, and you have to defend him anyway?”

I shake my head. “No. My nemesis showed me a magazine with a picture of Saxon with another woman, and she’s claiming she is his mistress.”

Reid looks thoughtful for a second. “I assume shit like this happens all the time in the industry. Have you talked to Saxon to hear his side?”

Another mouthful of beer. “No. I’m trying to calm myself a little before we talk. Do you remember what happened last time I lost my temper?”

Reid scowls. “Of course I do, I had to buy four new bar stools.”

I laugh. “Hey! I reimbursed you for them.”

Reid walks around the bar and takes a seat next to me, his finger touching the scar on his face.

I happen to think that scar is sexy and gives him character. I know Summer, his woman, does as well.

“You know, Saxon came in here before he left.”

I turn to Reid. “What for?”

“He wanted to make sure that we would keep an eye on you,” he replies, sounding amused. “And that we didn’t let any men near you.”

That sounds like him.

“He’s f*cking obsessed with you Tee, I could see it in his eyes. And you’re insane—so I think you should grab onto whatever man you can.”

I slap his arm. “You jerk.”

Reid laughs.

Summer is a lucky woman.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” Reid replies.

“Fuck did I say that out loud,” I mutter, eyes widening.

“You did.”

I glance at Reid. “You know what would make me feel better?”

“I’m not revenge f*cking you.”

“You *!”

He laughs. He never used to laugh—before he met Summer.

“What do you want Tee?” he finally asks.

“Well,” I start, twiddling my thumbs. “I’ve always wanted to spar with the infamous badass MMA fighter, Reid Knox.”