practically molten and he didn’t even glance at any of the other women dancing around him as he made his way straight to me. My pulse increased when I watched him place his hands on my hips and as we danced on the screen my breath was coming in short gasps and I couldn’t help my body’s reaction to the view. I pressed my thighs together and wriggled in his lap to try and ease the ache forming between my legs and I vaguely heard him grunt behind me but I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen because DAMN we looked hot.
He shifted beneath me and reached forward to click fast forward, I fought down the feeling of disappointment that I didn’t get to watch the whole show and the images flew through to the point of the night that I actually really did not want to watch...but I didn’t verbalise my thoughts and he pressed play. It was easy to see when my night turned to shit as that dickhead knocked my arm and confident as all get out, just emptied a small bag into my drink, right there, in front of my face, fucking drugging me .
Jax had turned to stone beneath me and I twisted at the waist to look up at him. His face was scary fierce and I wasn’t sure what exactly he was so pissed about, he didn’t know me at all at the time and nothing further happened but there was an edge to him that had me worried. I leaned into him slightly and said...
“I’m okay. Nothing happened to me, you know that now” His face clenched even more and his lips formed a tight line before he grabbed his phone off the desk, took a photo of the dickhead who spiked my drink, punched a few buttons into his phone, put it to his ear and bit out, “Luc? Yeah, Jax...just sent you a photo. Find it. Do what you gotta do.” He listened for a few seconds before he said in a slightly less scathing tone
“You got it. Owe you” He threw his phone down on the desk before turning to me. His eyes were pained and for the first time, he looked slightly unsure of himself. When he spoke, his voice was almost broken, like a lost boy, it immediately set me on edge because I just couldn’t see this man being vulnerable in any way.
“I thought it was you. I blamed you for doing that to yourself . I’m sorry. Sorry for thinking it, and sorry for speaking to you how I did this morning.” HOLY SHIT. Not that I had much experience around men at all, but from what I did know, it took a hell of a lot for a man to admit when he was wrong, and even more for him to say he was sorry. Instead of replying to this, I thought of his odd phone call and asked
“Um, what were you talking about on the phone?” He rubbed his lips together as if weighing up his answer, stared at me for a few seconds and replied, “That guy? He won’t come back here again. Drugs don’t touch my places, especially not when the customers don’t even know they’re fucking taking ‘em and he needed a lesson. I just handed him one.”
His answer scared me. I’m loud and I’m mouthy, I threaten violence... often ...but I’d never go through with it and I didn’t like what he was insinuating so I chose to ignore it and address the next point.
“I was over what you said this morning hours ago. You don’t need to apologise now, but I’ll take it anyway so thank you. Now, I had a shit night, a shit morning, a thrill ride around a track and I’m still wearing clothes that I shouldn’t be seen dead wearing out in public. So could you please take me home now?” His lips twitched but he shifted me off his lap and stood up.
“Sure baby girl, I can do that.”
Chapter eight
Taylor
The following day, my luck really did not get any better. I had been in a foul mood all day, mainly because I couldn’t stop thinking about the day before.
After I asked Jax to take me home, he carried me to car again, but as I’d already decided I’d never be seeing him again I wasn’t gonna fight it! I took note of just how nice it felt to be held against his chest
He shifted beneath me and reached forward to click fast forward, I fought down the feeling of disappointment that I didn’t get to watch the whole show and the images flew through to the point of the night that I actually really did not want to watch...but I didn’t verbalise my thoughts and he pressed play. It was easy to see when my night turned to shit as that dickhead knocked my arm and confident as all get out, just emptied a small bag into my drink, right there, in front of my face, fucking drugging me .
Jax had turned to stone beneath me and I twisted at the waist to look up at him. His face was scary fierce and I wasn’t sure what exactly he was so pissed about, he didn’t know me at all at the time and nothing further happened but there was an edge to him that had me worried. I leaned into him slightly and said...
“I’m okay. Nothing happened to me, you know that now” His face clenched even more and his lips formed a tight line before he grabbed his phone off the desk, took a photo of the dickhead who spiked my drink, punched a few buttons into his phone, put it to his ear and bit out, “Luc? Yeah, Jax...just sent you a photo. Find it. Do what you gotta do.” He listened for a few seconds before he said in a slightly less scathing tone
“You got it. Owe you” He threw his phone down on the desk before turning to me. His eyes were pained and for the first time, he looked slightly unsure of himself. When he spoke, his voice was almost broken, like a lost boy, it immediately set me on edge because I just couldn’t see this man being vulnerable in any way.
“I thought it was you. I blamed you for doing that to yourself . I’m sorry. Sorry for thinking it, and sorry for speaking to you how I did this morning.” HOLY SHIT. Not that I had much experience around men at all, but from what I did know, it took a hell of a lot for a man to admit when he was wrong, and even more for him to say he was sorry. Instead of replying to this, I thought of his odd phone call and asked
“Um, what were you talking about on the phone?” He rubbed his lips together as if weighing up his answer, stared at me for a few seconds and replied, “That guy? He won’t come back here again. Drugs don’t touch my places, especially not when the customers don’t even know they’re fucking taking ‘em and he needed a lesson. I just handed him one.”
His answer scared me. I’m loud and I’m mouthy, I threaten violence... often ...but I’d never go through with it and I didn’t like what he was insinuating so I chose to ignore it and address the next point.
“I was over what you said this morning hours ago. You don’t need to apologise now, but I’ll take it anyway so thank you. Now, I had a shit night, a shit morning, a thrill ride around a track and I’m still wearing clothes that I shouldn’t be seen dead wearing out in public. So could you please take me home now?” His lips twitched but he shifted me off his lap and stood up.
“Sure baby girl, I can do that.”
Chapter eight
Taylor
The following day, my luck really did not get any better. I had been in a foul mood all day, mainly because I couldn’t stop thinking about the day before.
After I asked Jax to take me home, he carried me to car again, but as I’d already decided I’d never be seeing him again I wasn’t gonna fight it! I took note of just how nice it felt to be held against his chest
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