Trouble is His Middle Name

Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

Saxlon's POV

The watermelon ladie twirled her burnt straight hair in her fingers, eyeing me up and down.

Motherfůcker.

"You came from the hospital?" Her eyes flict to my ugly dull hospital dress.

I call it a fůcking dress.

"Yeah." I lean back on the wooden chair, crossing my right leg on my left.

The slut , pressed her lips together, plumping them out. "Why were you at the hospital? "

I shrugg casually. "Stuff."

"The stitches trailing on your arm and cheek tell me the 'stuff ' was serious." She frowns, leaning forward to me to take a closer look.

A small smirk presses on my lips at her closeness.

"If you want to know what happened," my voice coming out raspy, "we could do that like last time."

Her jaw clenched together, as a deep breath comes out of her. "No."

"No?" I smirk, eyeing her chest.

"That was...a mistake." She adjusts her shirt, bringing it higher to her neck so I couldn't see any cleavage.

I continue with my smirking, putting my hand on her leg. She instanly froze.

"What is wrong with you?" She pulls my hand away, her voice getting high pitched. "You're sick in the head."

I chuckle humorlessly, my hand coming back on my lap. "To say this to your patient could get you fired."

"Oh, shut it. How dare you touch a older woman in a sexual matter."

My eyes connect with hers, making sure my voice coming out low and husky. "Maybe, I just like older woman."

"Nonsense." She looked disgusted. "I'm forty three."

"Age is just a number." I humorly reply.

"And prison is just a room." She shots back, rolling her eyes.

I hum in her response, looking down. My jaw pressed together to not make me say what I want to say.

"Your mother." She randomly blurts, "how old is she now?"

"That's a private matter." I raise an eyebrow, ignoring her question and slouching back on my seat.

"Oh, come on." She snaps, making me tense up.

"She's now thirty six." I chuckle, a small smirk playing on my lips as I remember what I did for her birthday.

Her eyes widened. "Oh. She had you when she was very young then."

I shrugg, "I guess."

"Saxlon..." she slowly whispers, her hands grabbing my chin, making my eyes to emotionless stare at her.

"Yes?" I narrow.

"Has-" she takes a deep breath, looking at me with a straight and scared expression. "Has your mother ever had any sexual intercourse with you?"

Fůck.

"That's fůcking disgusting." I spat, eyes darkening.

"Answer the question."

I keep my eyes glued to hers, looking her right in the eye with the most honest expression I could make.

"No." I smoothly lie.

"Oh, okay." The pity expression and anger washed away from her face within seconds. "That's good to hear. Otherwise I would have hunt her down from the mental hospital and taken her to prison." She laughs.

I continue with my solid expression. "Yeah."

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