diormadrigal
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R 18 | Mature Content
Jax Remus Salvatore.
That name freaking screamed main character. And you bet it's gotta be erotic romance. You couldn't have that name and not be a s*x god. It would just be wrong.
So, there I was at the club, half-drunk, grumpy, and having a pity party after my boyfriend cheated on me. And there across the dim club, was Jax Remus Salvatore, looking hard and scrumptious as he scowled at me from the other side of the packed room.
My pulse quickened. Don't go there, Mari. That guy was bad news.
Over six feet tall, broad shoulders and corded muscles, built like a tank with inky black hair and a face that could launch a thousand orga*ms. He was the sh*t, and everybody knew it.
But guys like that? They're only great in fiction. In real life, not so much.
He was my best friend's brother.
He was trouble with a capital T.
But damn it, trouble had never felt so good.