"Patience, Princess," I murmured against her lips, the words almost a growl.
She bit her lip, her frustration clear, but she didn't argue. Instead, she focused on the way I was driving her mad, her body trembling as I continued my slow, deliberate...
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JAYDEN
I found myself trapped in the same recurring nightmare that had plagued me ever since the incident happened, leaving me trembling and drenched in sweat. The crash of my lamp hitting the floor jolted me awake, pulling me out of the nightmare’s grip. My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to calm down, taking deep breaths. I climbed out of bed to inspect the damage, carefully picking up the broken pieces. It felt ironic—the shattered glass, mirroring my own life.
Feeling unsettled, I knew I couldn’t stay in my room with my thoughts swirling around. I needed an outlet. I grabbed my gym bag and headed to the gym. Three hours later, my muscles were throbbing, my clothes soaked with sweat, and the exhaustion that followed brought me a brief sense of relief. However, my moment of peace didn’t last long, as my phone rang, the caller ID flashing Dad across the screen.
I let out a frustrated sigh, already dreading the conversation.
"What do you want?" I answered curtly, not bothering to mask my irritation.
"Don't disrespect me, boy. I raised you better than that," he replied sharply, the familiar disappointment in his voice grating on my nerves.
"You wish. I practically raised myself," I spat, my grip tightening around the phone.
There was a brief pause before he asked, "How are you?"
"It's none of your business," I replied coldly.
He sighed, his voice taking on a forced calmness. "You're not making it easy for me to be close to you, Jayden."
"Is that supposed to be my problem?" I snapped.
"Look," he said, his tone shifting to something more authoritative, "the annual charity event is coming up, and this year I’m hosting. Your attendance is mandatory. You know how important it is for us to maintain the image of a happy family."
"I’m not coming," I shot back. "I have better things to do."
"You will be there," he said, his voice hardening. "I'm not going to look like a fool with my only son running off somewhere while I host a major event. It's time you start showing some responsibility and take interest in the family business."
A smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth as I replied, "I doubt anyone will miss me. With your latest fling looking barely legal, you could probably pass her off as your daughter and no one would ask questions."
"Watch your mouth, Jayden!" His anger flared. "I'll not tolerate any more disrespect from you. And for your information, her name is Victoria, and she’s much older than you. You’d know that if you bothered to get to know her."
“Fuck off,” I muttered before hanging up, feeling the familiar weight of tension pressing down on me.
I shot a quick message to my therapist, letting her know I needed to see her today. I’d missed two sessions already, and after this morning’s nightmare, I couldn’t afford to skip again.
