Chapter 3
Kaylee’s POV
Selena gave me the rest of the day off.
I headed to the parking lot to find my car, only to discover a luxury sedan blocking me in.[]
Luckily, there was a number on the windshield. When I called, a middle–aged man answered: “Need it moved? Give me a sec.”
I waited, and ten minutes later, a figure appeared before me.[]
Jax Puth.
I froze, then dropped my gaze and tried to step aside.[]
Unexpectedly, Jax moved closer, invading my personal space.]
“Something you need?” I asked quietly.[]
Jax dangled his key fob: “Weren’t you the one who just called about a car?”
… But the voice on the phone definitely wasn’t his.]
Jax eyed my beat–up Beetle, which looked like a toy next to his expensive ride.[]
“Kaylee, thought you married rich,” he said with a smirk. “Doesn’t seem like that panned out.“[]
I kept my composure for a moment, then gave him a thin smile:[]
“No worries. You found someone better, so good for you.”
Jax stared at me. I met his gaze with deliberately vacant eyes.
Then, without warning, Jax snapped.[]
He yanked open his car door and pulled me inside.
“What the hell are you doing?” I struggled against his grip. “You have a girlfriend!“[]
“Yeah, and I’m just being nice by giving her assistant a ride home. Got a problem with that?” Jax shot back.[]
He floored it, driving as recklessly as his mood. My head nearly hit the dashboard before I quickly buckled up.[]
Rain started pounding on the windshield. I caught glimpses of Jax in the rearview mirror.]
He looked every bit the star he’d become–dressed in high–end black clothes, designer sunglasses hanging from his collar, expensive cologne filling the car.[]
Polished and distant–nothing like the stray I’d taken in from under that bridge all those years ago.
