Jax (Wattpad Version)

Regrets

Alicia

I woke up the following day with my head pounding. I pushed myself into a seat position as Jax entered the bedroom with two aspirins and water. I took them and gulped both. Then I lay down and cuddled my pillow. "I'm never drinking again."

Jax chuckled.

"It's not funny." I playfully smack him.

"It is when you drank three beers and got hammered." Jax snickered.

I buried my face into the pillow. "Ugh. How can you drink so much and not feel like complete shit?"

Jax sat on the side of the bed. "Because I drink all the time."

"Do you ever get drunk?"

"Not really."

"You suck."

Jax arched his brow at me. I pouted as I hugged my pillow. I regret drinking three beers and waking up with a hangover from hell. Never again.

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Jax

While Alicia wallowed in her misery, I grabbed a beer from the fridge and cracked it open. I handed her the beer, but she refused it until I convinced her it would help.

Alicia reluctantly took the beer from me and sipped it while I cooked up biscuits and gravy. Most people drink and don't understand you need to coat your stomach greasy with something to absorb the alcohol. It helps cure your hangover.

Eventually, Alicia dragged her ass out of bed and shuffled to the table. I set the plate of food in front of her. Her lips turned down until she took a bite. Then she gobbled the food.

"Hungry?" I arched my brow.

Alicia swallowed her food. "I can't help that it tastes so good."

"I told ya." I grabbed a plate of food and joined her.

"I can't believe my brother." Alicia picked up a coffee mug and took a sip.

"Why?"

"William has always been a king-size prick, but yesterday, he surpassed all expectations."

"William seems more like he worries about status over people. I saw him arguing with his old lady."

Alicia heaved a sigh. "William married his wife for money. He couldn't care less about her or their baby. It makes my stomach turn."

"Money doesn't impress me. It never has."

"You don't seem like the flashy type."

"I'm not."

Alicia gazed at me as I glanced at her while eating. A designer suit or a fancy car doesn't mean shit if you're an asshole. Most people forget that green can't buy you a personality or happiness. It's a means to an end.

"I've met a man like you," Alicia said.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, it's a good thing. You care about people over money."

"It depends."

"On what?"

"Who the people are and if I like them. I don't like many people."

"What about Richard?"

"Richard has his moments when he isn't acting like a cocksucker."

Alicia's brows lifted.

"Then you have Gunner, Dax, Arlo, and Andre."

Alicia studied my face, but I didn't expand on my reasons about Gunner, Dax, Arlo, and Andre. Alicia didn't need to know they were taking care of Richard's responsibility to Jaden.