Lawless

Chapter 1

Jasper

For Jasper's whole life, everything seemed to come easily for him. "No" was not a word that he ever had to learn.

In his 20 years on Earth, he's known freedom in abundance. Doing whatever with whomever he pleased, wherever he wanted.

He lived life like he was immortal, exempt from the consequences that ordinary people faced. He was untouchable, and he never let himself forget that.

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After he was sure his overnight stranger had adequate time to leave, he threw on a pair of sweats and moved downstairs to get something to eat.

His stomach lurched slightly with each step down. As was his ritual, he immediately regretted drinking so much the night before.

Swinging open the fridge door, his shoulders dropped at the sight. Good god. Three cases of beer, a half eaten takeaway burger, a litre of pineapple juice and a few stray cans of Redbull. Not a single thing he could use to cure his hangover.

Out of desperation, he grabbed the burger and pineapple juice. From the corner of his eye he suddenly saw a small smoothie glass tucked far behind where he stored his burger.

"YES!" he screamed as he punched the air. Thank god there was one more left. The only recipe Jasper knew off by heart was for his own special "Hangover Hell Cure". He had it taped it to his fridge for the maids to make in bulk at the start of every week.

More often than not they'd all be gone by Friday. But on this most desperate of Saturday mornings, as if by the grace of God, stood the final hangover cure for the week. And with his headache becoming more fervent by the second, luck couldn't have had better timing.

He smiled smugly and chugged the ominous sludge down. He recoiled at the taste of Worcestershire sauce hitting his tastebuds.

Now that all of his hassles were out of the way, he could simply relax as he did every day. He launched himself onto the couch as he let his hangover cure settle in.

While scrolling through titles on Netflix, he heard a firm knock at the door. He prayed with everything in him that that girl hadn't left anything behind. Or use it as an excuse to see him again.

"Coming!"

Poor little thing. How was she supposed to know about his reputation? Rumour has it, last night was her first night at the club. Her first night at ANY club, at that.

Jasper went through his "I had fun, let's do it again soon?" routine as he approached door. He'd tower over the practically whimpering blonde leaning on the doorframe, wait for her to hesitantly ask the faithful question, and then strike.

He'd manage to convince the girl that not once last night did he lead her on from anything more than sex and that whatever imminent shame she was feeling in that moment, was entirely her own fault.

And then watch her begrudgingly walk away from the door with a smile.

Standard one-night-stand procedure in the Wright bachelor household.

He then suddenly felt his face muscles tighten. Fixing his position, he now stood up perfectly straight as the door gaped fully open.