After I put the mask back in the envelope, I placed it in my bag. Gemma didn't ask, no one did, and I was grateful. I walked out to the garage later in the day.
"Hey, you okay?" Jax asked and I nodded.
"Yeah, I was looking for my dad though..." I said and he cocked his head to the side, and he was talking to Clay about something. I noticed they looked at Jax and I. "Should I be worried or is this about last night?" I asked.
"Last night." Jax said and I groaned.
"When do I get to learn?"
"Soon." Jax said and placed a kiss on my forehead.
I decided to let it go since I had another agenda.
"Do you have a car here I could borrow? I need to make a run somewhere." Jax just looked at me a little worried.
"Where?"
"Somewhere...what does it matter?" I questioned slightly annoyed.
"Well because I'm worried about you being followed."
"Well, you weren't too worried when you and my dad left last night and left me with a prospect." I said and Jax growled.
"Why do you go from understanding one minute to being completely disrespectful the next?!" Jax asked snapping at me slamming down the tool he had in his hand. I just looked at him, trying to not show the fear I was feeling when I looked in his eyes. It was a look I hadn't seen before.
Everyone who was around was looking at us and everything was silent.
"It's fine. I'll stay here." I said and walked away. I heard something get thrown in the garage as I walked back into the office shutting the door. I sat back down and went back to working when the office door flew open, Jax came walking in and slammed the door behind me.
"What?" I asked.
"Why do you do this? Why do you make everything difficult and make me want to pull my hair out?" Jax asked causing me to huff a laugh.
"You're fucking joking, right?! You have to be!" I yelled.
"Why? Because I want to keep you safe?!"
"No! Because you want to keep me prisoner! I don't care about the tails, I don't care about being watched. What I fucking care about is a little freedom! I haven't seen Alice in a while, and she is worried about me. Sometimes I would just like to make a run into down Charming and make a few stops by myself!" I yelled back.
"Prisoner?! Prisoner! You feel trapped here now?!" Jax asked and I growled.
"I NEVER SAID I FELT TRAPPED! I JUST WANT SOME FREEDOM!" I yelled at him. The door to the office opened and one of the prospect came walking in.
"Jules..." He spoke.
"OUT!" Jax and I both yelled and he scurried out and shut the door. I looked back at Jax.
"You need to learn what I mean by what I say and not put fucking words in my mouth. That maybe what you have done with the other club chicks you used to fuck but it's not me." I growled getting in Jax's face and he just looked down at me.
"You need to learn that old ladies just sit and make everything look good and take care of their men." Jax said and I shook my head slightly.
"Well then, I guess I'm not meant to be an old lady. I may have said I was learning but I want some freedom Jax. This was never my life, I have a life outside all of this, and you need to let me live it." I said and Jax gripped my upper arms and pulled me flush against him.
"Your old life outside of the club doesn't exist anymore. Why is that so hard for you to understand?" Jax growled.
"Because this club isn't my life like it is yours." I said growled back.
Jax and I were just looking at each other with dark eyes. Jax roughly attacked me with a kiss while holding me against him, only I didn't try and fight him off. This was different for us, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little turned on by fighting with this man. He backed me up to the desk and pushed me against it hard, hard enough to hurt a little.
We broke apart from our kiss. Jax looked behind me and pushed all the papers off the desk and I just looked at him annoyed.
"...The fuck...?" I growled. Jax moved his hands from my arms to my waist lifting me up on the edge of the desk shoving up my skirt I wore to work. I just looked at him as his face was millimeters away from mine.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I growled.
"If you don't want to be an old lady then I'll just use you like one of the club fuck girls." Jax grumbled. He quickly undid his pants, moved my panties and shoved inside of me hard and fast. I screamed out at the sensation, even when Jax was fast and rough during sex it never felt like this, this was different, this was his meaningless hard fucks he had with the girls. I lifted up the back of the white t-shirt he had on as I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my nails in hard and deep, not caring. I knew I was drawing blood, I could feel it, which just made Jax pound into me harder.
Even though I wasn't sure about this whole interaction I felt myself clenching around Jax and gripping his as tight as I possibly could. He felt it and placed a hand on the desk and one he gripped the ponytail I had my hair in, yanking my head back and I cried out in my release as Jax pounded his hand on the desk, grunted and started releasing inside of me. Once he was fully released, he released my hair and pulled out of me.
Nothing was spoken, we both fixed our clothes and Jax just looked at me as he walked out of the office. I slid off the desk and started cleaning up the papers Jax pushed on the floor. I had tears pooling in my eyes, but I needed to stay strong and not show weakness right now.
Once I had everything picked up and sat back down at the desk and got back to working just to get through the rest of the day.
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The shop was closing up for the day and I walked out of the office, locking it up. I saw Jax walk out of the garage as he shut the garage door. I looked around and saw Tig getting on his bike.
"Dad!" I yelled and rushed over to him, and he just looked at me.
"What's wrong?" He asked knowing something went down earlier but wasn't sure what.
"Can I stay with you for a few days?" I asked and he sighed looking back towards Jax.
"Yeah, get on. We will go and get you a bag packed then go home." Tig said and I nodded. I got on the back of his bike and then leaned around so he could see me.
"Just promise me no weird sex life antics while I'm there. I'm still scarred from the floral robe." I said and Tig smiled and kissed my cheek.
"You got it kiddo." He said and started the bike. I looked at Jax as we drove off and he walked into the club house.
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A Fathers Love ⭐️
FanfictionTessa Richardson and Alexander Trager did not the best relationship, they didn't even really have one, but they did have a daughter. Jules Richardson who never got to meet her father until her mother's death when things were about to come into play...
