Chapter 9

JAXON

I don’t know what happened by Art brought about memories from the opening of my last investment project in Bal Harbour, A weekend that I’m still trying to remember.

I remember the softness of her skin, and the fullness of her lips, but what I can’t remember is her name or her face. How is that possible? Sadly, we’ve had to refer to her as my mystery girl.

After we got back from the beach, I took a shower and laid down to rest a bit. What I didn’t expect was the dream. It almost felt like a memory of us dancing, I could feel her body, I could hear her laughter clearly, but her face was blurred. I stand corrected this isn’t a dream, but a nightmare.

Ever since I’ve been feeling off, and not in the mood to deal with tonight’s circus. But here we are as they announce Art’s arrival.

I bow and as I look up, I remain speechless. She looks like an angel dressed in all white and gold.

Angel? Why does that endearment sound so familiar?

“I know most of you believed me to be a myth. B