Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 104: Chapter 104
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Sally's hand paused mid-motion. She looked at Jaxon quietly, curiosity flickering in her gaze. "What's up?"
Jaxon extended his glass, a hint of softness breaking through his usual aloofness. Sally got what he meant and quickly held out her glass. Their glasses met with a soft, muffled clink.
At the sound, Sally felt her nerves winding even tighter, tension coiling inside her like a spring. She only drank to get some liquid courage. But that was something she could never admit to anyone. Not even to Jaxon.
Sally had thought she could handle at least three shots, but after just her second, her head was spinning and she already felt completely off.
"Are you okay?" Jaxon said.
His voice seemed to drift in and out of Sally's awareness—now distant, now close—as her head grew heavier and her thoughts turned fuzzy.
"I don't..." Sally braced both hands on the table and pushed herself up. "I don't feel so good." As she rose unsteadily, she nearly collided with the table, her staggering steps sending the chair behind her crashing to the floor.
Jaxon saw her swaying and swiftly stepped forward, steadying her by the elbow with his strong hand. In that instant, Sally tumbled straight into the solid warmth of his chest.
Jaxon signaled to the waiter. "Check, please."
Hearing it was time to pay, Sally hurriedly fumbled for her phone in a tipsy daze. After pulling it out, she tilted her head up to look at Jaxon. "Mr. Zale, I'll get this."
"I've got this. Just lean on me and don't fall, okay?" Jaxon steadied her with protective hands, watching her every step.
Staggering unsteadily, Sally followed Jaxon until he finished paying the bill. Then, in one swift motion, he scooped her up in a bridal carry and hurried toward her car.
Just as they were about to reach Sally's car, Jaxon steered her toward the vehicle parked next to it instead. Sally squinted, trying to focus through her haze—that was Jaxon's car.
Caleb was already seated in the driver's seat. Spotting their approach, he swiftly stepped out to open the door for them.
"But what about my car? You're not just going to leave it here, are you?" Sally mumbled drunkenly, dragging her feet and refusing to get in the car.
"Don't worry. I'll have someone come by later to drive your car home." Jaxon rested his hand on her forehead, his voice soft and reassuring as he comforted her.
Sally gave a slight, tipsy nod before clumsily sliding into the car. She might have been tipsy but still fairly lucid just moments ago, but on the way back, her mind grows fuzzier and fuzzier.
It wasn't until the car came to a smooth stop that she realized they were at Jaxon's home.
"You've had a bit too much to drink. If you go back now, Lillian and Abigail will probably worry about you," Jaxon said gently, noticing her curious look as he lowered his gaze. "Why don't you just stay at my place tonight?"
Jaxon gave her no chance to refuse—he simply swept her from the car. And yet, Sally never actually intended to return to Windmere Estates in the first place.
Although Sally had been to Jaxon's place before, this was the first time she'd ever stepped into his bedroom. She never expected Jaxon would actually bring her into his private quarters.
Sally gave herself a quick sniff, then rose unsteadily and headed for the bathroom. "Mr. Zale," she murmured, "I think I need a shower."
Jaxon walked into the bathroom. "Let me run the bath for you."
Sally saw Jaxon step into the bathroom just ahead of her, and the tension in her chest started creeping up fast. All she could picture was Brad in the hallway earlier, his hand wrapped tight around her neck.
She thought, 'If that's how he wants to play, then fine. Why should he get to do whatever he wants while I sit here pretending to be the faithful one?'
Sally followed Jaxon in, and without a word, slipped off her cardigan right in front of him. It was late summer, almost fall, and underneath the cardigan, she wore nothing but a delicate black spaghetti-strap dress.
The second the cardigan came off, her bare shoulders lit up under the bathroom light, making her long neck look even more inviting.
Jaxon had been leaning over, adjusting the water. The moment he caught sight of her like that, his hand froze mid-reach. A beat later, he stepped in and pulled her cardigan back over her shoulders, covering her up without saying a word.
"What are you doing?" Sally furrowed her brows slightly, giving him a puzzled look.
Jaxon's eyes carried something complicated when he finally spoke. "Sally, you know I've never exactly been opposed to sleeping with you. If you do this, I might take it the wrong way."
Sally tilted her head, giving him a look that was both curious and slightly teasing. "What way?"
His hands were still holding the edges of her coat. He lowered his gaze, and for a second, caught something soft and lingering in her eyes that pulled him in harder than he expected.
Jaxon stared at her for a long beat before saying, slow and steady, "I might get the wrong idea and think you're coming on to me." His voice stayed calm, low, hard to read. But the flicker of heat in his eyes didn't lie—Sally caught that, clear as day.
Sally was drunk, but her mind hadn't gone cloudy just yet. She knew exactly what she was doing. She leaned in on her toes, one hand resting against his chest, her eyes locked on his.
Her voice dropped to a whisper, soaked with something a little wicked. "Mr. Zale, what if I did nothing at all, and you just couldn't help yourself around me?"
That pulled a dark little laugh from Jaxon's throat. Then his hand was on her jaw, the other sliding around her waist, yanking her flush against him in one clean move. "You have any idea how dangerous that makes this?"
"It's only dangerous if I'm not willing. But I am."
A flicker of surprise crossed Jaxon's eyes. "So are you saying you want to...?"
"Don't tell me you don't want to?"
Sally's provocative retort made Jaxon's eyes darken, the desire in his gaze burning even hotter. His fingers tightened around her chin, the pressure increasing almost without him realizing it.
Jaxon leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, and in a dangerously low voice said, "Sally, are you sure you won't regret this? You're drunk right now. What if you wake up tomorrow and blame me for what happened?"
"Mr. Zale, you were pretty forward before. Why all the second-guessing now? What exactly are you afraid of?" Sally curved her lips into a gentle, provocative smile, the suggestiveness in her eyes growing ever deeper.
Jaxon paused. The knowing smile at the corner of his lips slowly stretched wider. In an instant, his eyes locked onto her lips. Then, without hesitation, he closed the distance and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. The moment their lips met, Sally stiffened.
Jaxon swiftly peeled off her dress, tossed it onto the vanity, then lifted her up and seated her right on top of the discarded garment.
His kisses grew fiercer and more demanding with every passing second. For a few breathless moments, Sally felt herself pushed past her limits. Jaxon was like an insatiable predator, launching a relentless assault on her senses.
Sally adjusted her uncomfortable position, then leaned in close to Jaxon's ear and whispered softly, "Mr. Zale, could we move to the bed?"
Jaxon extended his glass, a hint of softness breaking through his usual aloofness. Sally got what he meant and quickly held out her glass. Their glasses met with a soft, muffled clink.
At the sound, Sally felt her nerves winding even tighter, tension coiling inside her like a spring. She only drank to get some liquid courage. But that was something she could never admit to anyone. Not even to Jaxon.
Sally had thought she could handle at least three shots, but after just her second, her head was spinning and she already felt completely off.
"Are you okay?" Jaxon said.
His voice seemed to drift in and out of Sally's awareness—now distant, now close—as her head grew heavier and her thoughts turned fuzzy.
"I don't..." Sally braced both hands on the table and pushed herself up. "I don't feel so good." As she rose unsteadily, she nearly collided with the table, her staggering steps sending the chair behind her crashing to the floor.
Jaxon saw her swaying and swiftly stepped forward, steadying her by the elbow with his strong hand. In that instant, Sally tumbled straight into the solid warmth of his chest.
Jaxon signaled to the waiter. "Check, please."
Hearing it was time to pay, Sally hurriedly fumbled for her phone in a tipsy daze. After pulling it out, she tilted her head up to look at Jaxon. "Mr. Zale, I'll get this."
"I've got this. Just lean on me and don't fall, okay?" Jaxon steadied her with protective hands, watching her every step.
Staggering unsteadily, Sally followed Jaxon until he finished paying the bill. Then, in one swift motion, he scooped her up in a bridal carry and hurried toward her car.
Just as they were about to reach Sally's car, Jaxon steered her toward the vehicle parked next to it instead. Sally squinted, trying to focus through her haze—that was Jaxon's car.
Caleb was already seated in the driver's seat. Spotting their approach, he swiftly stepped out to open the door for them.
"But what about my car? You're not just going to leave it here, are you?" Sally mumbled drunkenly, dragging her feet and refusing to get in the car.
"Don't worry. I'll have someone come by later to drive your car home." Jaxon rested his hand on her forehead, his voice soft and reassuring as he comforted her.
Sally gave a slight, tipsy nod before clumsily sliding into the car. She might have been tipsy but still fairly lucid just moments ago, but on the way back, her mind grows fuzzier and fuzzier.
It wasn't until the car came to a smooth stop that she realized they were at Jaxon's home.
"You've had a bit too much to drink. If you go back now, Lillian and Abigail will probably worry about you," Jaxon said gently, noticing her curious look as he lowered his gaze. "Why don't you just stay at my place tonight?"
Jaxon gave her no chance to refuse—he simply swept her from the car. And yet, Sally never actually intended to return to Windmere Estates in the first place.
Although Sally had been to Jaxon's place before, this was the first time she'd ever stepped into his bedroom. She never expected Jaxon would actually bring her into his private quarters.
Sally gave herself a quick sniff, then rose unsteadily and headed for the bathroom. "Mr. Zale," she murmured, "I think I need a shower."
Jaxon walked into the bathroom. "Let me run the bath for you."
Sally saw Jaxon step into the bathroom just ahead of her, and the tension in her chest started creeping up fast. All she could picture was Brad in the hallway earlier, his hand wrapped tight around her neck.
She thought, 'If that's how he wants to play, then fine. Why should he get to do whatever he wants while I sit here pretending to be the faithful one?'
Sally followed Jaxon in, and without a word, slipped off her cardigan right in front of him. It was late summer, almost fall, and underneath the cardigan, she wore nothing but a delicate black spaghetti-strap dress.
The second the cardigan came off, her bare shoulders lit up under the bathroom light, making her long neck look even more inviting.
Jaxon had been leaning over, adjusting the water. The moment he caught sight of her like that, his hand froze mid-reach. A beat later, he stepped in and pulled her cardigan back over her shoulders, covering her up without saying a word.
"What are you doing?" Sally furrowed her brows slightly, giving him a puzzled look.
Jaxon's eyes carried something complicated when he finally spoke. "Sally, you know I've never exactly been opposed to sleeping with you. If you do this, I might take it the wrong way."
Sally tilted her head, giving him a look that was both curious and slightly teasing. "What way?"
His hands were still holding the edges of her coat. He lowered his gaze, and for a second, caught something soft and lingering in her eyes that pulled him in harder than he expected.
Jaxon stared at her for a long beat before saying, slow and steady, "I might get the wrong idea and think you're coming on to me." His voice stayed calm, low, hard to read. But the flicker of heat in his eyes didn't lie—Sally caught that, clear as day.
Sally was drunk, but her mind hadn't gone cloudy just yet. She knew exactly what she was doing. She leaned in on her toes, one hand resting against his chest, her eyes locked on his.
Her voice dropped to a whisper, soaked with something a little wicked. "Mr. Zale, what if I did nothing at all, and you just couldn't help yourself around me?"
That pulled a dark little laugh from Jaxon's throat. Then his hand was on her jaw, the other sliding around her waist, yanking her flush against him in one clean move. "You have any idea how dangerous that makes this?"
"It's only dangerous if I'm not willing. But I am."
A flicker of surprise crossed Jaxon's eyes. "So are you saying you want to...?"
"Don't tell me you don't want to?"
Sally's provocative retort made Jaxon's eyes darken, the desire in his gaze burning even hotter. His fingers tightened around her chin, the pressure increasing almost without him realizing it.
Jaxon leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, and in a dangerously low voice said, "Sally, are you sure you won't regret this? You're drunk right now. What if you wake up tomorrow and blame me for what happened?"
"Mr. Zale, you were pretty forward before. Why all the second-guessing now? What exactly are you afraid of?" Sally curved her lips into a gentle, provocative smile, the suggestiveness in her eyes growing ever deeper.
Jaxon paused. The knowing smile at the corner of his lips slowly stretched wider. In an instant, his eyes locked onto her lips. Then, without hesitation, he closed the distance and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. The moment their lips met, Sally stiffened.
Jaxon swiftly peeled off her dress, tossed it onto the vanity, then lifted her up and seated her right on top of the discarded garment.
His kisses grew fiercer and more demanding with every passing second. For a few breathless moments, Sally felt herself pushed past her limits. Jaxon was like an insatiable predator, launching a relentless assault on her senses.
Sally adjusted her uncomfortable position, then leaned in close to Jaxon's ear and whispered softly, "Mr. Zale, could we move to the bed?"
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