Page 160 of Axel

We finish our dinner, drinks, and dessert over comfortable laughs before we run the usual gauntlet of cameras, flashes, and shouts hurled at us when we leave the restaurant.

Like a pro footballer, Colton blocks for me, shucking away the wall of obnoxious men and their cameras shoved in our faces.

Once we’re safe inside the limousine, Blair pops open a bottle of bubbly to celebrate their win tonight. I sip water and enjoy the music. I’m not fazed by Blair kissing Colton, then Beau, or Beau passionately kissing Colton and palming his erection with a moan.

If Axel could see their love, he wouldn’t worry about me.

They can hardly keep their hands off each other as we pull into the circular drive in front of Beau’s massive home on the outskirts of Atlanta.

“You’re staying the night, right?” Blair asks.

It’s what I usually do. Beau’s lavish home has more than enough bedrooms, but suddenly…

I want to wake up in Axel’s arms.

“I think I’ll fly home,” I answer, giving her a peck on the cheek, then Beau, before they crawl out of the limo.

“Call me tomorrow, sugar lips.” Colton teases me, kissingmy cheek as a show to the limo driver, not that I think he cares.

Hell, he doesn’t even turn around.

They wave goodbye and stumble through their front door before the driver pulls away.

“Where to?” he asks gruffly.

“Peachtree-Dekalb airport.”

I take my phone from my purse and text Axel.

Flying home tonight

I want to wake up with you

Spitting Cobra

I’ll tell the pilot to ready the jet

And I’ll pick you up

I’ll do whatever it takes

…

I chew my lip, always baited, waiting for Axel’s reply.

You know Wildfire I don’t do heart emojis

But you always have mine

Same

BTW

Is this harassment or stalking?

It’s everything with you

See. I’m not afraid of emojis

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