Jaxon
I lean back in my chair, staring out the window. The city’s skyline is nothing new—just the same familiar view that always makes everything feel like it’s miles away. It’s been like this for days, really. Numb. Like I’m stuck in a loop of s**t that keeps piling up, and I’m just here, holding it all together with a thread.
Rylan storms into my office, his usual stormy expression on his face. No “hello,” no knock. Just him, barging in like it’s his place, like he owns the damn thing.
“Got a minute?” His tone is clipped, serious.
I don’t even look up from the paperwork on my desk. I don’t want to hear it. Not today.
“Yeah, make it quick,” I mutter, hoping he’ll get the hint.
He doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t.
“I heard the rumor,” he says, voice tight. “You and Scarlett? Back toget
