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Taming Ava & Fixing Jax - A Modern Fairytale

Chapter 45 Rock Star

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They rode in near silence to the airport in the back of Ava's father's Rolls. Jax decided he needed to change Ava's attitude and, over the course of their honeymoon, he would win her over. No woman had ever been able to resist him. She could try, but she'd fall for him like all the others. He just might need to work at it.

She looked good in a pair of green khaki pants that fit tight in all the right places and a V-necked crimson shirt that showed only a hint of cleavage. She'd put her hair in a ponytail and only wore a little mascara and lipstick. There was something about her that he found sexy as hell. Maybe it was her telling him "no" that had something to do with it.

He hadn't dressed up for the airport either. He wore jeans, a white T-shirt with "Sons" on it in blue and his cut. He wasn't about to leave it at home. He had earned that with blood.

He thought part of the problem with Ava was her bad relationship with her father. That might even be why she'd never been in a relationship for very long. He'd read some psych stuff while he'd been incarcerated.

"Look, I get that you have drama with your father. Who doesn't have family drama? You've met my mother, right?"

Ava turned her head to look at him.

"Of course I've met your mother."

"How would you like to deal with her?"

Ava thought about that for several moments. Gemma was pretty awful. Not as bad as her father, but still she was pretty horrible. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be in a family with her father and his mother. Hell would get a whole new level.

"OK. I get it," she said.

"You want to get back at your father? Have a lot of fun. We're going on a great trip together. I can be a lot of fun."

"Don't try to have sex with me because I'm not going to have sex with you," she warned him.

Of all the women he'd seduced into bed, he never dreamed that the one woman who was actually supposed to sleep with him, his wife, was going to be the most difficult to seduce. He was up for the challenge. Chasing women never got old. That's what worried him. Spending three years without a variety of women was going to be hard.

As far as Ava went, she was definitely going to sleep with him a lot. His powers of seduction were legendary. She could say no now, but there would come a time when she would beg him for sex. They just weren't at that place yet, but they were absolutely going to get there because he was Jax Teller chick magnet.

Building up some sexual tension might even make the sex better. The most sexual tension he'd ever had with a woman lasted as long as it took him to finish his beer. Waiting a little for Ava was a new experience.

"Deal," Jax said.

Her father was probably counting on her to have a terrible time with Jax. Having a good time would be a way of getting back at him plus she loved Hawaii and had wanted to go back to Louisiana since the time she'd gone there with her parents and they had been a happy family. That was before her father had become addicted to money and her mother had gotten addicted to anything she could snort.

"It would also help if you could throttle back some of that toxic masculinity. You don't have to be so overbearingly macho all the time."

"How about you throttle back some of your bitchiness?" Jax asked. He kept his voice level and cordial. He didn't want to escalate this conversation into a fight.

"I'll be nicer."

Jax was surprised that she had agreed. That had to be a good sign that this honeymoon was going to be great. His optimism got him through prison. It would get him through his honeymoon with his less than enthusiastic bride.

Ava handled all the e ticket stuff on one of the many computer terminals. He had his duffel and she had her little turquoise carry-on bag on wheels so they didn't have to get in line to check baggage.

While they waited in the airport security line, Ava became aware that people seemed to be staring at them and whispering. People were strange especially people in Cali, but no one had ever acted like this around her before.

Once they were through security, Ava went to the ladies' room. She took her suitcase because she was afraid Jax would wander off, leave it and create a security incident. Even Ava feared homeland security.

At the moment looking in the mirror as she washed her hands, she was giving herself the usual pep talk about flying; planes hardly ever crash, the pilot and co-pilot weren't drunk or high, the plane was properly maintained by smart motivated mechanics and everything was going to be fine. Once she'd been so convinced that her flight number was unlucky, it had taken every ounce of self-control to keep from demanding they let her off the plane while the flight attendants were doing the safety drill. It had only been the fear of ending up on the no-fly list that kept her in her seat. Now, she didn't need self-control; she had Xanax.

It was time she lost some of her attitude. Having fun with Jax would be the perfect way to get back at her father. She imagined the surprise in his voice when she told him how much fun she and Jax were having together. Even better would be if Jax told him how much fun they were having. He wouldn't expect Jax to say that.

She finished in the bathroom and walked out into the waiting area. She looked around for Jax before finally spotting him standing in front of a bookstore surrounded by six women and a guy. He was grinning and they were taking pictures with him.

Son of a bitch. She'd married the rock star of the criminal justice world.

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Author's Note: Thanks to the readers who are seeing that Ava's a spoiled brat, but there's more to her than that. I'm having fun with the Jax Teller swagger. It's kind of hard to hate on him because he really is almost as irresistible and charming as he thinks he is.

I also finished my quarantine story about Jax, the romance writer and the sex accident that doesn't involve pregnancy. That would have been a better title.