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Taming Ava & Fixing Jax - A Modern Fairytale

Chapter 47 Flying to Hawaii

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Jax knew that the reactions from those watching the documentary on him was one of the reasons he wasn't fighting to stay alive in Kensington Palace right now. He had no problem taking pictures with people and talking to them. He was grateful to them; he was just surprised that so many people recognized him and wanted a picture with him.

He didn't understand yet that he was everyone's hero. He had been the victim of two out of control ATF agents and a corrupt prosecutor who together conspired and framed him for a crime he didn't commit. There was clear evidence of the corruption and collusion. No doubt about it.

There had been two attempts on his life both of which he heroically fought off including one in the hospital where he'd been taken to recover from the first attempt on his life. He had also survived a life threatening infection from the emergency surgery done to save his life. Even law enforcement had to publicly support his release from prison because he was innocent of the crime. His blonde good looks didn't hurt either.

He'd enjoyed trading barbs with Ava that only they understood had a double meaning, he was going to Hawaii and he wasn't in prison. Life was pretty damned good. He'd bring Ava around because no girl had ever been able to resist him. It was a fact.

They headed into the plane, found their seats in first class and he put their carry-on bags in the overhead bin above their seats.

"My father likes you better," Ava said. "He usually tells Jeeves to get me the cheapest seat he can."

"You need to focus on what your father does for you and not on how he should give you more. You're ungrateful."

"My father never has only one reason for what he does. You'll find that out. For now, I'm grateful for these seats. How's that?"

"Better."

Ava got Coke and a plastic cup with ice from the flight attendant while Jax got a beer. He watched as Ava swallowed a white tablet.

"What are you taking?" Jax asked.

"Xanax. It keeps me calm when I fly. I hate flying but I like to go places. It's a necessary evil. Flying I mean. Not Xanax. You want one?"

"I'm good."

"Mr. Teller," the flight attendant said, "the pilot and co-pilot would love to take a picture with you. They like to do that with all the celebrities."

"I'm Jax," he said with a smile. "I'm not a celebrity, but if they want a picture, they can have one."

"Can you give us a moment?" Ava asked.

The flight attendant walked away. Ava leaned in close to Jax.

"When you go in the cabin with the pilots, smell their breath. Make sure they haven't been drinking."

Jax thought Ava's request was crazy, but he got that if she feared flying, this was something she might worry about. He wasn't sure how much Xanax would calm her down and he didn't want to spend five hours in the air with a crazier than usual Ava. He would tell her he'd checked the breath of the pilots and they hadn't been drinking.

He stood up and followed the flight attendant into the cockpit. He talked to the pilots for a few minutes and took pictures with them and a couple of flight attendants that joined in. When he returned to his seat, he assured Ava that he'd checked out the pilot and co-pilot and there was no alcohol on their breaths.

As the groups boarded the flight, many recognized Jax. Ava would have found it annoying, but the Xanax had kicked in. Ava wasn't bothered by all the fuss made over Jax. She didn't care. She didn't even want to kill him or her father.

When the plane took off, Jax took her hand in his and held it tightly. It was a surprising and unexpected gesture of comfort. It was something a hero in a Hallmark movie would do. Maybe there was some hope for him, Ava thought.

Once the plane reached its cruising altitude and people were free to move around the cabin, people began to come up to Jax and ask for pictures. The flight attendants decided it would be more efficient and less of an imposition on Jax if he simply went section by section to take pictures with anyone who wanted one. Before Jax returned to his seat, he'd taken over fifty pictures with people. Jax was as close to famous as a lot of people were going to get.

He returned to his seat expecting to find an annoyed Ava. Instead, she was watching some kind of TV show on her tablet and was actually nice to him. He wasn't sure if the Xanax was responsible, but if it was, he needed to start slipping it into her food.

After a delicious seafood lunch, Jax decided to take a little nap. He hadn't slept much last night expecting Ava to return to their room at any minute. He wasn't used to sitting down for such a long stretch of time. Even in prison, alone in his cell, he didn't sit for long. He exercised alternating between cardio and muscle building exercises. He quickly fell asleep.

After an hour, he slowly opened his eyes halfway. He noticed Ava was watching the documentary on him. She was already coming around. He knew it wouldn't take long.

Next: Ava's Xanax wears off. Will her more favorable view of Jax go with it?

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