Chapter Eighteen
Carmella woke up, sore and exhausted the next morning. She saw Jaxon lying beside her wearing a pair of sweatpants, watching her with so much love shining in his eyes. She blushed crimson at the thought of what they did together the whole of last night.
"Thinking of our lovemaking?" He whispered into her ears, climbing on top of her. "I can freshen your memory."
His hands parted her legs and he went down to her folds and sucked like a hungry predator. Carmella caught onto the bedsheet at the uncontrollable pleasure coursing through her body at his torment. Jaxon was relentless, his body was on fire and he was insatiable. She came undone soon and closed her eyes feeling drained.
"I can't stop myself. I need to be inside you, Carmella," he whispered hoarsely. He slipped inside her wetness and made gentle love till they climaxed together.
Carmella never knew this new desire before. It all seemed new to her yet she melted in his arms knowing exactly what her body wanted. He taught her how he wanted her to please him and she did. Afterwards she got up to go to the en-suite to freshen up.
"I'm coming with our breakfast, " he said, getting up and leaving the room. Carmella slowly walked to the en-suite and freshened up. Returning to the room, she put on Jaxon's shirt and sat down on the bed to wait for him.
Jaxon came into their bedroom with a tray full of delicious breakfast.
"Are you okay baby?" He asked her with concern. "You can rest. You don't need to come to the office."
"I'm okay. Don't worry," she said to reassure him. They tucked into the mouthwatering food scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, juice and crunchy hash browns. "Who made this breakfast?" She asked him.
"I did," he answered. "You like it?"
"This is the best breakfast I've ever had," she said warmly.
"Thank you," he said, his cheeks colouring a little. "Molly taught me to cook. I can cook everything, breakfast, lunch, dinner, bbq everything. "
"Wow, " she said, "Then I'm glad that you're my boyfriend. " He grinned at her.
"Ohno, what am I going to wear to work today?" She asked him suddenly realising that she didn't have any clothes to wear to work.
"I'll drop you home to get ready. You won't be working as my PA anymore Carmella. I want you to join my designing team from today, " he told her. She was stunned by his announcement.
"How will you manage without a PA then?" She asked him with concern.
"Yesterday my old PA David Parkinson had called me. He wants his job back. He had left two years ago when his father was hospitalised and he had to go to his hometown, Chicago," informed Jaxon.
"Oh, then it's great. I'll join your design team," she said excitedly.
Afterwards, he dropped her to her apartment to get ready for work. "I need to be at my office. You get ready. I'll send Joe to fetch you in an hour's time," he said, kissing her forehead. Carmella nodded and he left for work.
After an hour, Carmella was ready and waiting for Joe to take her to the office. He arrived right on time and they drove to her office. She waved at Jacqueline and went upto Jaxon's floor. Phil as usual waved at her with a wide smile. She waved back at him and went up to Jaxon's office. Opening his door, she saw him sitting at his desk, deep in concentration as he worked on some documents laid out before him. She locked the door and walked inside, smiling radiantly at him.
He looked up at her and gestured towards his lap, "Come here, " he called her. She went up to him and he pulled her into his lap. "I was missing you already, " he whispered, his lips on her neck, busy sucking away.
"Jaxon not at office please, " she whispered back.
"Then move in with me. I don't think I can live without you, " he swore.
"Okay, but first tell me what do I do? Which floor's your designing team?" Carmella asked him.
"Wait, what's the hurry?" He asked. She saw that he was designing something on the pages in front of him.
"Are those your latest designs? The ones which have been inspired by someone special?" She asked with curiosity. He looked at her with interest.
"You remember that part?" He asked with disbelief.
"Yes, so who's the lucky girl who inspired you so much?" she asked with jealousy.
"You," he said quietly. Carmella was dumbfounded by his confession. She looked at him incredulously.
"Me? I inspired you? How?" She asked him. He grinned and switched on the footage from the camera which was focussed over her workstation in Las Vegas. Carmella was dumbstruck, her jaws dropped as she realized that he would watch her while she worked.
"You used to watch me?" She asked trying to absorb the information. "You're creepy." She smacked his arm.
"You compelled me to. I was crazy about you, what else could I possibly do?" He said, pulling her closer. "Do you want to see the new designs? They're called l'amour meaning love in French," he informed her.
Carmella felt a giddy hearing about the collection. Jaxon showed her his prints with sketches of an ultra feminine collection of womenswear, romantic with flowing lines. There were around 40 designs and they were astonishingly good.
"These are worth millions in the world of fashion. You're the only one who knows about them," He informed her. "Do you like them?"
"Yes, they're awesome. I'm impressed Jaxon. I love you as well as your designs," she confessed.
"You love me?" He asked her incredulously.
"Yes, very much," she said hugging him to herself.
"I'm the luckiest man alive," he told her with conviction. Suddenly his mobile phone started ringing.
He picked up the call and Carmella went to the chair opposite and sat down, staring dreamily at his designs. Since l'amour meant love did he love her back?
Her thoughts were disrupted by a very angry Jaxon yelling into his mobile phone. She sat shocked at his furious words as he paced the office room angrily. It seemed that there was some theft in his London production house and designs worth millions of dollars were stolen.
Jaxon disconnected the call and sat down with his hands covering his face. "What happened Jaxon?" She asked with concern.
"The designs that were to be showcased at the London Fashion Week have been stolen from the production house. With only two month to the event, I don't know what to do, " he said in despair.
"I think you should go and check the situation out," she suggested. He agreed and started checking up with his pilot.
"Can you be ready in an hour? I need to rush. My jet has some technical problem and I need to take this flight. Next flight is at night," he said getting up from his seat.
Carmella got up too. "I'm a little sore Jaxon. I wouldn't be able to hurry. I'll go to the designing department and you prepare for your flight. Okay?" She said and he nodded. Carmella gave him a quick peck and left.
He locked up his office room and gave Phil the keys to keep in case he had to stay away for a longer time."Hand the keys over to Gilbert or Ralph only and no one else. Okay?" He told him.
"Yes sir, I will," Phil assured him. Jaxon rushed home and hurriedly packed his essentials and left for the airport. He didn't know whether the designs would be copied at the fashion week. He would have to design a fresh set. This might take longer than it looked. He called his private investigator, Brian Dixons and asked him to meet at his London office tomorrow.
Jaxon had already informed the design team about Carmella beforehand. So she didn't have any problems when she went there. She was directed to Ben Simmons, who was a twenty-eight year old serious looking man. He was the one whom all the interns reported to, so she too went to his chamber. He explained what she had to do and showed her the cubicle where she would be working. She immediately started on the work he gave her but her mind was upon Jaxon.
She was disappointed that she couldn't accompany him. He might be so disappointed in her. She had failed him as a girlfriend.
"Are you JC's girlfriend?" Asked a girl of her age from the cubicle next to hers. She was also an intern with thick black hair and jet black eyes full of life.
Carmella smiled,"I'm Carmella Parker and you are?" She asked in a friendly tone.
"Everyone knows who you are. I'm Loria Gladstone, in my first year of post graduation, " she said stretching her hand out for a shake.
"Hi," Carmella said shaking her outstretched hand.
"So are you and JC together?" She repeated her question.
"Yes," said Carmella. What was the use of hiding it when the whole world knew about it?
