Aww Seven Exes Begged Cute Blocked novel Chapter 99

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

Looking back now, the way Jaxson and I first crossed paths feels like it was plucked straight from the pages of a cheesy romance novel—one of those stories that you read in secret, hiding it under your bed.

It was the same year I tossed my graduation cap into the air, full of dreams and aspirations, that I made the impulsive decision to move to New York City. But life had other plans for me. Just as I settled into my new surroundings, my heart was shattered when I discovered my ex had betrayed me.

Caught in the suffocating grip of despair and the relentless pressure of making ends meet, I found myself spiraling into a mental breakdown. Seeking solace, I called up my best friend, determined to drown my sorrows in the depths of a bar.

That night marked the first time I ever drank to the point of oblivion.

What I didn’t realize was how my inhibitions would dissolve like sugar in water when the alcohol took hold.

Under normal circumstances, I was the type who could barely muster the courage to speak to strangers. But that evening? I marched right up to the bar, with my heart racing and my mind buzzing, and I set my sights on the most breathtaking guy I had ever laid eyes on.

That guy was Jaxson Cole.

He sat there, solitary and aloof, exuding an air of coldness that was utterly intoxicating. He was so incredibly handsome that he could have easily graced the cover of GQ, his chiseled jaw and piercing eyes drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

I couldn’t help but observe him as he dismissed yet another girl who approached him, his disinterest palpable.

And then, as if some wild spirit had taken control of my body, I slid onto the stool beside him and blurted out, in a voice that felt foreign to me, “Wanna come home with me?”

He paused, taking a leisurely sip of his drink, and a low, amused chuckle rumbled from his chest.

“Never met anyone as bold as you,” he replied, a spark of intrigue lighting up his eyes.

That night, in the cramped quarters of my little rental, we lost ourselves in each other, our bodies entwined in a passionate frenzy that left me breathless.

Before that encounter, I had never experienced anything close to that level of ecstasy. Riding him felt like a high I never wanted to come down from, an addiction that coursed through my veins.

After that unforgettable night, I convinced myself I would never see him again.

But fate had a twisted sense of humor. The very next day, I walked into Cole Media Group for my interview, my heart pounding in my chest. When I looked up, there he was—Jaxson, the CEO, sitting at the head of the table, impeccably dressed in a sharp suit that accentuated his every feature.

My heart nearly leaped out of my chest, a mix of shock and disbelief washing over me.

As recognition hit me like a freight train, I took a deep breath, forcing myself to maintain a calm facade as I completed my introduction.

After the interview concluded, he stood up, exchanged a few words with the HR team, and then slipped out of the room, leaving me in a daze.

A few hours later, an email arrived in my inbox bearing the thrilling news: I had received an offer from Cole Media Group.

After every rendezvous, Jaxson would hand me a hefty stack of cash, accompanied by designer bags and sparkling jewelry that I struggled to count.

Yet, he offered me more than just material treasures—

Under his mentorship, I blossomed from a naive novice who couldn’t even decipher a spreadsheet into a standout employee, someone who finally made her mark in the company.

Every step of my professional journey bore his fingerprints, a testament to his influence.

As time passed, I found myself harboring hopes that I knew were unrealistic.

I began to fantasize that perhaps, one day, when he looked at me, I would see something deeper in his eyes—something that resembled love.

But today, clarity struck me like a bolt of lightning.

I’m not Cinderella, and this isn’t a fairy tale. I don’t get to slip on a glass slipper and magically become a princess.

It wasn’t until I was unceremoniously cast aside that I finally understood—the things I had longed for were never truly mine to possess.

I should have never let myself dream that I could ever have them.