Aww Seven Exes Begged Cute Blocked novel Chapter 97

**A Promise Written on the Rusted Edge of Time by Dael Rowan Sire**
**Chapter 97**

Jaxson’s stamina is nothing short of astonishing. And his size? It’s downright intimidating.

He possesses a physique that seems to defy the limits of endurance, a body sculpted to perfection, and he knows precisely how to navigate the intricacies of intimacy—he’s a total expert when it comes to pleasure.

As the first light of dawn breaks through the curtains, Jaxson finally completes his last round and makes his way to the bathroom, the sound of running water echoing softly in the stillness of the morning.

The moment I hear the gentle splatter of water against porcelain, I scramble to gather my clothes strewn across the floor, dragging myself toward the guest room with a sense of urgency.

It’s a silent agreement we’ve adhered to over the years, an unspoken rule that has become second nature to us.

Jaxson is a notoriously light sleeper. He detests having anyone else share his bed, a quirk that I’ve learned to navigate over the past five years. No matter how exhausted I am—no matter how badly my body aches, or how much I limp with fatigue—I always muster the strength to crawl to the guest room, leaving him undisturbed.

The next morning, I awaken well past nine, the sunlight streaming through the window, warming my skin.

After a quick wash and a hurried scramble downstairs, I find Jaxson returning from his morning workout, his form clad in a snug white tank top that accentuates his sharply defined shoulders and back—every muscle a testament to his dedication.

“I had the housekeeper save you some breakfast,” he remarks casually, his voice a blend of warmth and authority.

I wave him off dismissively, my mind racing. “I’m late. I need to catch the subway,” I reply, urgency lacing my tone.

Jaxson raises an eyebrow, a flicker of concern crossing his face. “I can just drive you,” he offers, his voice steady, as if it’s the most natural solution in the world.

As I bend down to tie my shoes at the door, I blurt out a vehement, “NO!”

“The results for my promotion come out today. If anyone sees me getting out of the boss’s car, I’ll never hear the end of it,” I explain, a hint of panic creeping into my voice.

Jaxson pauses, his fingers frozen mid-twist on the cap of his water bottle, the air around us thick with tension.

Silence envelops us for a brief moment, a palpable weight hanging in the air, before he lets out a cold, mocking laugh. “Fine. Whatever you want,” he concedes, his tone light but his eyes betraying a flicker of disappointment.

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