Jessa & Jaxon
What Happens in Vegas, Book 1
What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay there...
Teacher. Planner. Commitment-phobe.
Jessa Smith’s perfectly organized life unravels after one drunken night in Vegas—when she wakes up married to her childhood nemesis.
Jaxon Jamison may be a successful tech mogul now, but to her, he’s still the arrogant boy who made her teenage years a nightmare.
When a record-breaking blizzard traps them together for days, their explosive chemistry becomes impossible to deny.
But opening her heart means risking everything she’s spent years protecting.
And Jessa isn’t sure she’s ready to take that gamble.
Wealthy. Powerful. Lovesick.
Jaxon Jamison built an empire from nothing, but the one thing his billions can’t buy is the woman he’s secretly loved for years.
Their impromptu Vegas wedding might have been alcohol-fueled, but his feelings are stone-cold sober.
Now, trapped together in a snowstorm, he finally has the chance to show Jessa the man he truly is.
She thinks their marriage is a mistake to be erased.
He’s determined to prove it’s the best decision they’ve ever made.
“Listen,” I begin, keeping my voice reasonable. “What we did was a stupid, drunken mistake. We don’t need to make it a bigger deal than it is.”
I move my hands as I speak, needing to physically punctuate each point, as if the gestures can somehow make him understand.
“We can annul the marriage quickly and never speak of the incident again. We can get on with our lives and marry the people we love.”
I smile at him, hoping to convey this solution as perfectly sensible. The storm intensifies outside, but it is nothing compared to the storm brewing in Jaxon’s eyes.
“You’re dating someone?” His voice is carefully controlled, but I catch the edge underneath.
“That is none of your business!”
“I disagree.” He moves closer, the leather of my sofa creaking beneath his weight. The distance between us shrinks, and my heart rate picks up in response. “You’re my wife.”
“I said my piece. I don’t plan to engage with you further.” My words sound firm, but my pulse skitters as he continues to stare.
“We need to come up with a more reasonable plan. Not an annulment.”
Outside, a violent gust of wind hurls snow against my sliding door with a sound like sand being thrown. I wish I could blame the chill running down my spine on the weather.
“Divorce?”
“No. I was thinking more along the lines of staying married.”
