Model, millionaire, Karlie Cora had done everything she needed to do in order to get in the position she wanted to be in, one of the top models in the world. But she walks into the wrong alleyway and now, the most powerful Mafia man is protecting he...
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I think I love Jaxon.
I don't understand how he does this to me. The guy says the right things, does the right thing, touches me in the right places.
Even though, he left me to deal with some mafia business, it's forgivable when he returns. I love being the person he returns too. It feels like I finally have a purpose.
I lay on his couch with a spoon in my mouth from ice cream as I watch Fifty Shades of Grey. The third movie is my favorite.
"My love." I hear Jaxon call out before I hear his heavy footsteps then I see him.
"You're gorgeous." I blurt out.
He's wearing a black turtleneck that looks tight around his thick neck. He has on black slacks with a nude trench coat. It's clear he didn't stop by the coat rack to remove it.
"Thank you, baby." He says as he shrugs off his coat before laying it on the top of the couch then sits beside me.
"I missed you." I tell him as I move my head in his thigh, his thick, muscular thigh. Everything about this man is thick, even his ass.
"You should've called me, I would have came home." He says, brushing through my hair with his fingers.
"I know." I sighed before going back to the TV.
It's the scene where Ana tells him that she's a virgin. Something about this scene gets me. The way he's so gentle with her but so rough as the same time.
I'd want my virginity to be taken like this.
Yes, I still have my virginity. I have this non- realistic vision of how it would happen. Gentle but rough enough to give me butterflies that'll last until the next day.
"Do you want me to do that to you?" Jaxon asks, lowly, pulling my hair slightly.
I peel my eyes away from the screen before looking up at him, expecting him to be joking but his face is serious.
I furrow my eyebrows before looking back at the screen, ignoring the question. Well, that was until he pulled me from under my arms so that I would be sitting on his lap.
