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Taming Ava - A Modern Fairytale

Chapter 5 Never Crossed Paths with a Man like Jax Teller

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Ava took out a tablet from the little brief case Ellie had given her so she'd look more like an assistant. She tried to make herself focus on three years and how much money she was going to get for that small amount of her life.

A door opened and hot blonde guy walked in. He held up his hands and the guard unchained him. That was hot. Very sexy. A man so dangerous he had to be chained up like some sort of wild animal. That could work as a fantasy tonight. That's all there would ever be between them. And that's exactly how she wanted it.

He wasn't her type at all. He was hot and blonde, but she preferred her guys to be more clean cut. He had a blonde beard. Disgusting. He had a cut above one eye and the knuckles of his hand were torn up. He must have been in a fight.

Tattoos peeked out of one of the sleeves of his short sleeved orange prison uniform. She hated tattoos. She didn't understand how anyone could think shoving ink under the skin in some piece of crap version of wearable art was a cool or sexy thing to do. She hoped he didn't get prison tats or he'd end up with hepatitis—not that it mattered to her.

He didn't extend his hand. That was strange. Maybe prisoners didn't shake hands. She didn't really like shaking hands much either. Too many germs. God only knew how many germs there were in a filthy place like a prison. She'd have to disinfect herself when she got to the car. She'd brought a large bottle of hand sanitizer that Ellie made her leave in the car. Apparently prison guards were hard asses about fluids like the TSA bitches.

Jax Teller was too male for her taste. He seemed to drip with testosterone—like it was leaking from every pore in his body. He didn't seem at all ashamed or embarrassed by being in prison. He carried himself confidently like the world was lucky to have him in it.

He was taller than she liked. She was tall and she preferred her men to be around her height so she could tower over them when she wore heels. He was bigger and much more muscular than she liked. He looked as though he lifted weights and was physically strong. She liked her men strong but without any muscle bulges. She could see the muscles in his arms and his upper body looked powerful under the orange prison shirt. No wonder they had to keep him chained.

He had shaggy blonde hair that went with the beard. She was OK with his hair color, but his hair didn't have any style to it. She liked men with short groomed combed hair. He had nice even features. She didn't like his eyes much though. He sort of raked her with these piercing blue eyes like he was trying to picture her naked. Maybe it was a man in prison thing. His lips were sort of twisted in a half smirk. So this was the man that was going to be her husband.

She was glad she was sitting down because she might have fainted at the thought. He was so far from the Hallmark movie type guys that she liked. She liked men to look more neutered. They were male but they didn't ooze testosterone like hot blonde guy did.

He was the type of man who would throw you against a wall, try to take your clothes off and have sex with you. The gentlemen in Hallmark movies would never do anything so crass. He looked like he was thinking about sex all the time. Disgusting.

"Jax, this is Ava."

Jax sat down across from Ava. He barely glanced at her. He could check her out later. He was focused on finding out if there was an update on his case.

"OK. You have news for me? You found a criminal appellate lawyer?"

"Actually, I'm not here so much as your lawyer. I'm assisting Ava."

Jax looked at Ava speculatively. He wondered what the hell this was all about, but it was better than hanging around in his cell or the yard.

"Yes," Ava said. Her voice was high and nervous. She couldn't understand why she found this man so unnerving. Definitely too much man for her taste. This was probably a trait the girls that liked to hang around the MC enjoyed, but girls like her preferred men who are smoothly sophisticated and knew how to pick out a good bottle of wine.

"Not another trial groupie," Jax said sourly looking Ava over.

She was pretty maybe even beautiful if she quit scowling. Tall, slim, nice tits, long legs, curly russet colored hair cascading past her shoulders, wide blue-green eyes and pillowy lips perfectly designed for a man's cock.

"I don't know anything about your trial. It's not why I'm here."

"So why are you here?" he said impatiently.

"I just moved to Charming with my father. We live in the Castle," Ava said.

Jax raised an eyebrow.

"Hale's Folly," Ellie clarified.

"He's got a lot of money and he hasn't been pleased with my behavior. In order for me to inherit, he's given me some options. They are all beyond horrid."

"You're trivial problems don't interest me," Jax said drumming his fingers impatiently on the table.

"Here's the interesting part. One of my options is marriage. I have to be married for three years to stay in his will. You're in prison. It's perfect."

He just looked at her, his lips in full smirking mode. He was a convicted criminal in prison. He should leap at the chance to be her husband. He should have already said yes by now. What the hell was his problem?

"What's in it for me?"

Maybe that was why he hadn't immediately accepted her proposal. She forgot to tell him what she was going to give him in return. Part of her had hoped that being married to her would be enough.

"I will give you money for your account."

Jax leaned back in his chair and laughed derisively.

"Do you really think that you are the only girl who wants to keep my account full?"

"Well . . . I don't know . . . about things like this," she said slowly. She was shocked that other girls were filling his account. She should have figured it out from the men behind bars reality TV programs she watched. Damn. She should have thought about this earlier. Maybe paid attention to the shows instead of playing games on her phone. Damn you Candy Crush!

"How much money do you think you're allowed to have in a commissary account a month?"

"Ummm . . . A thousand?" she guessed.

"Lower."

"Eight hundred," she guessed again.

"It's $290," Ellie Lowen said cutting the game short.

"Or a big $3480 a year," Jax added.

"I don't mind paying all that."

"So, I marry you, you give me $3480. How much are you going to inherit? How many million?"

She was a typical rich bitch showing her contempt for those who don't have the good fortune of being born to a rich daddy. She wanted to buy him for pennies.

"Several," Ava said.

"Make me an offer," Jax said.

Jax needed money to pay for his appellate criminal defense attorney. He'd been set up by two ATF agents a skinny blonde bitch named June Stahl and a doughy bodied middle aged loser named Joshua Kohn. The MC didn't have the money to pay for his appeal. He could end up rotting in prison for twenty years unless he could find a good attorney to find some way to get his conviction tossed.

There was no way in hell he would use Ellie Lowen. She was fine for minor MC misdeeds, but she and Rosen had been less than impressive during his trial. The only reason he didn't cut ties with the Rosen and Lowen law offices was he needed them until he could find another attorney. They were slightly better than having no attorney.

If he could get enough money out of this marriage, he was willing to do it. If he had to use a public defender, it could take him years to get assigned to one. The justice system wasn't in a hurry about anything. He needed money not just for legal fees, but for investigators to dig into the two ATF agents that set him up.

"Just tell me how much you want."

"Half a million," Jax said. "It's going to take a lot of money to get me out of prison. I'm innocent."

All inmates said they were innocent and they all thought they were going to hire some miracle worker attorney who would get them out. Jax might even be able to get out, but it would take longer than three years. Ava didn't believe for a second that he would get out before three years was up if he ever got out.

"I could get someone cheaper," Ava said.

"Go ahead, but you've got to sell your marriage to your father as real. You can't ask too many guys or word will get out and back to daddy. Men behind bars gossip a lot. He'll find out that you are looking to marry an inmate for fraudulent reasons because the guy will go to your father with the information so your father will pay him. You'll get cut out of the will. How much risk do you want to take?"

Ava looked at Ellie Lowen.

"He does have a good point. If word gets out you're shopping for a husband in prison, you could lose out. It's a small amount of money compared to what you will inherit. You try to save a little and it could be a disaster."

Ellie's motives weren't entirely pure. If Jax got a big chunk of money, she planned on getting a most of it to handle his appeal.

"That's a lot of money," Ava said.

Ava's father had a lot of money, but he kept tight control on it. He kept her cash starved. She had almost $600,000 that she had inherited from her mother when she died. That was all the actual money she had. She had managed to hang on to almost every penny of it, but it was all the money she had. If her father cut her off financially, that money would have to last her for the rest of her life.

"You aren't just buying a husband. You're buying my silence. No one will ever know about our arrangement," Jax said.

"I've known Jax for ten years. He'll keep the secret."

Ava couldn't even look at Jax. It wasn't the idea of marrying him so much. It was the idea of marrying anyone that she hated.

"Fine."

"I always thought my future wife would have more enthusiasm," Jax said sarcastically.

"I'll fake it."

"Let's meet in a few days. Give both of you a chance to think of anything you might want to include in the agreement," Ellie said.

That night when Ava reached for her sex toy, she thought about hot blonde guy, but it just wasn't working for her. She thought about Adrian Grenier. He used to be cool on Entourage. He'd reinvented his career doing Hallmark movies. He'd been stripped of all his edges and now had the antiseptic maleness that Ava liked. His even had the shorter hair that she preferred. Now he was a fantasy that worked for her.

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Author's Note: According to my phone's research, Federal prisoners are allowed $290 per month in their commissary account.