Midnight Thoughts
Jax
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN by you lost the goods" Jax yelled angrily to the person on the other side of the phone
The man was genuinely glad he was not in the same room as his boss right now. An angry Jax is not something his employees liked to witness.
"We're handling it sir" the man stated with a slight stutter to his tone....
He's trying his best to sound confident and hide the fact that he could literally be shitting his pants.
Good. Jax thought to himself
"You better" he stated shortly and ended the call not wanting to linger too much on the bad news he just received.
While he was busy giving treating himself to the sweetness between Ms Cyrus's legs, one of his shipments were robbed and he lost goods worth a million dollars.
Even though he's worth more than that and also the fact that the money will not make an obvious dent in his account.
His pride is the thing that cannot handle it.
He walked towards his standing mirror, one thing he had grown to like since the time it was fixed a long time ago.
Not one to linger on something too long he shaked his head as if that will get rid of the thoughts.
But his mind just led him to think about his intoxicating employee and how she tasted on his lips.
It's been a week since their encounter and a week since he laid eyes on her and Jax could almost say that if he closed his eyes for a minute he could relive the moment he had her luscious legs wrapped around his shoulders while he ate her out like she was his favourite meal.
How she moaned and clawed at his hair, pulling it softly causing him to groan everytime she did so. He liked how he could feel the excitement and anticipation when he had her around his waist as he led her to her room.
Her body was magnificent, not to talk about all the sounds she made when she was about to orgasm.
He smiled licking his lips, he needed her to accept that offer.
He thought of how good it will feel to have her writhing beneath him as he pounded into her tight pussy repeatedly.
Or how she clenched everytime i was vulgar
Fuck. He was punishing himself with all these thoughts about that woman.
He blamed his ability to get bored easily and the need to want to try something different.
That was the case between him and dear Imaani.
He stood in front of the mirror and stared at his reflection.
He knew for a fact that he was not the same man he was years ago. His hand instinctively went to his chest and traced few tattoos.
Each of his tattoos had a particular job it was either they held a special meaning or they were covering different scars.
It was mainly scars.
Jax was big in size he knew that people around him knew that. He was tattooed all over and had blue piercing eyes. His image had once gotten him to be labelled all because his stature didn't appear to be ordinary or what society was used to.
But now,people feared him.
People shook at the sight of him
He loved it.
He knew he was not to be taken for granted.
Bringing himself back to the present he undressed and made his way to his bathroom glancing down at the obvious results from his earlier thoughts about his employee.
"Fuck me!" He groans out
He takes his towel off and steps into the shower.
Not before he relieves himself to the thought of one particular woman occupying his mind.
