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“That wouldn’t be a problem if you would let me go to school.”
“Honey...we talked about this. What about Jared. You wouldn’t want to leave him behind, would you?” Is he fucking serious?
“Whatever dad. I’m going to my room.” Walking away from Dr. Strange down there, I go into my room and do something I have avoided for the past two weeks. I do a Google search on Saxson. I had managed to talk myself out of it for the most part because I know how much I would hate it if someone did that to me. But now, with the comment my dad made, it made me curious. Who is the man I have been lusting over for weeks?
Grabbing my laptop, I pull up Google and type his name in the search engine. Can I just say, holy shit!!!! To say this man is known is a bit of an understatement. His name is literally everywhere. As I click on the links, I see hundreds of photos of him with a bevy of different women. All of them different, but equally as beautiful. Some of them are even Hollywood movie stars I recognize. My stomach starts to roll over as I swipe through pic after pic.
Suddenly, my obsession with him seems so schoolgirl and juvenile. I mean let's get serious, what would an experienced man like him, who obviously has his pick of any woman he wants, want with a little girl like me? Now, I am starting to figure that maybe what I perceived as him watching me because he wants me is maybe just a coincidence. But every day? Really? What I also notice is that he has not been seen with another woman since the day we met. Interesting. I continue looking because I feel like with him, there are layers.
The next article tells me that I am right. Holy fuck. The article calls him the heir apparent to the Spanish Mafia. It also says he is a ruthless hitman with no morals or soul. I know I should be terrified of him having just read this, but all that does is make me want him more. It proves him to be capable, powerful, and a real man. No wonder my dad has been on pins and needles since he moved across the street.
What is wrong with me? Who thinks like that? Deciding that I have had enough of being Snoopy Mc Snoopster, I lay down and dream of a time when I am no longer here in this house with Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde.Putting the finishing touches on my makeup and hair, I hear the doorbell ring. Even though I agreed to do this, I am dreading it, nonetheless. Once I am sure I look my best I head down the stairs. Walking down, I can hear my dad and Jared talking. “You gonna talk to your dad about moving this thing along, right? I mean, I want my little girl to be taken care of you know.”
“Yeah. I talked to him, but Lexi is not really acting interested.”
“Don't worry about her. She will cooperate. Don't worry.” Hearing enough, I continue my descent.
“Lexi darling, don’t you look lovely. Well you two kids have fun.” With that he kisses my cheek and walks back into his den. Annoyed and slightly weary I look to Jared and he is staring at me up and down like he has a right to. A predator stalking his prey. Complete with licking lips and all. Repulsed doesn’t even come close to the word of what I am feeling right now. But I agreed to this, so I will see it through.
“Lexi. Babe you look hot. I mean, I prefer red lipstick on my chick, but it will do for tonight. Come on, let's go.” Fucking dickwad. Like I give a shit what he likes. I follow him to his car, and we start to pull out. I notice in my side view mirror a big, black tinted, Denali sitting across the street. Knowing what I know about Saxson now, I have to wonder if it is a friend or foe. I start worrying about him. But again, I berate myself, because to him I am probably no more than a mere child and therefore should mind my own business.
The whole car ride all Jared does is talk about himself. I don't even bother feigning interest and tune him out with my thoughts of Saxson. When we finally pull into the restaurant, I don’t wait for him to open the door, I get out and head towards the front of the restaurant wanting as much distance between us as possible. Obviously, this upsets him, because the next thing I know he is beside me and whispering in my ear in a rather peeved tone. “Don't embarrass me again by not waiting for me.” I turn to look at him and see his face is red and scrunched up. I won't cause a scene right now, but he seriously needs to get a grip. Who the hell does he think he is?
