Jaxon King is a work of art—beautiful, unique… priceless. I meet him when he admires my artwork at a hotel opening. He’s older, sophisticated… a gentleman. At least he is with his clothes on. Out of them……
I warned her. I told her there’s no line I won’t cross to keep her. And that’s what I did. I crossed a line. Thing is, I don’t regret it. I’d do it again if I had the chance.
I’ve never met him. Never even seen him. But I’ve heard the whispers. The rumors. The stories about him being as cruel as his father. Maybe even worse.
They say his presence wraps around your throat wh…
