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Taming Ava & Fixing Jax - A Modern Fairytale

Chapter 48 Ava Finds Her Type of Guy

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Jax shut his eyes and gave Ava a few minutes to get to the end of the documentary.

"Watching the documentary?" he asked sitting up in his seat and opening his eyes.

"I was bored."

"What do you think?"

"Is it really true? I mean everything?"

"Yes. That's why there was so much pressure on the government to fix things."

"I didn't know my father took video of you when you were in the hospital. You looked like you were going to die in the video he took."

"You were there. You saw how I looked. I did almost die twice. That video helped too."

TB had his team show Jax strong, virile and handsome before he went into prison and then they added in the video of him pale, frail and near death. It was a powerful statement.

"It's typical that my father was already planning this documentary to get you out of prison and didn't say a word to me. I wonder how much was about helping you and how much was about screwing me over."

Jax shrugged.

"It doesn't matter to me. He got me out. That's all that matters to me."

"My father will sue the hell out of everyone involved. I don't think he's ever lost a lawsuit," Ava said.

She held back and didn't ask him to give her money back. It had taken an enormous amount of self-control. It had suddenly occurred to her that maybe Jax would get a big fat settlement and, as his wife, she was entitled to half. Maybe marrying Jax would pay off. Now that would be ironic.

"It takes years for that stuff to ever get settled," Jax said. He didn't think about what he could get as a result of lawsuits. Money didn't seem real unless you earned it with work.

"They do that because they think you will give up and either go away or go away with a small settlement. That never works with my father."

"You have something nice to say about your father."

Ava shrugged.

"He's a great attorney. To get there, he completely neglected me, but whose bitter?" she said with an unexpected smile.

The flight attendants began preparing for landing. Jax reached out and held Ava's hand tightly as they landed. It was strange for Ava. She couldn't remember the last time someone had comforted her. He'd taken her hand on take off and now on landing. The thoughtfulness surprised her. If she could get rid of some of his toxic masculinity, there might be a decent guy left. Not that she cared. He wasn't her type.

Once they had deplaned, a few people recognized Jax. Ava didn't feel like being an accessory, so she wandered into a gift shop. She found a great bright green sundress with big white and pink flowers. It would look great with her hair color. She didn't even look at the price. She never did. That was part of the joy of having money or rather having a credit card with her father paying her bills.

She wandered into another shop and was looking at the candy. When she saw him—her perfect guy. He was about three inches taller with perfectly cut light brown hair and deep chocolate brown eyes. He was slender without all the revolting muscles that Jax had. He was wearing perfectly pressed khaki pants with a white shirt with khaki stripes that perfectly matched, loafers and he was perfectly clean shaven. Now that was how a guy was supposed to look. Not like Jax with all that facial hair.

Jax finished up with the last of the picture seekers when he noticed Ava watching the guy in some candy store. She was looking at him like she was attracted to the guy. She sure as hell never looked at him like that.

Jax Teller never lost a girl to another guy and now here was his wife looking at another guy like she wanted him right in the middle of a candy shop. It got worse, she was talking to him and flirting. He could tell by the way she was giggling and stroking her hair.

He walked into the candy store.

"Come along, Ava. We need to go," he said in a firm no-nonsense don't argue with me tone of voice.

"No, we don't. I need chocolate," she said picking up a can of chocolate covered macadamia nuts.

She bought the chocolate and slowly walked from the store with Jax, her eyes on her perfect guy.

"What's with you and that guy?" he demanded.

"Just looking and a little flirting," Ava said.

"You're married."

Ava burst into laughter.

"Calm down. I'm not going to sleep with him. He is my perfect guy though. Perfectly cut hair, great body and charming. He doesn't have all that toxic masculinity and muscles that you have."

"Most girls like a man with muscles."

"I don't."

Jax studied the guy carefully. Suddenly he broke into a wide grin.

"Sorry, darlin', you're perfect man is gay."

Ava's eyes flashed with anger.

"That's typical. A guy isn't toxic and soaked in testosterone and you have to say he's gay. He should be a role model to you."

They walked slowly to the exit level of the airport.

"Look over your shoulder and take a look at your perfect guy now," Jax said.

Ava looked over her shoulder and saw her perfect guy holding hands with another perfect guy. Damn it. Jax was right!

"Lucky guess."

"Uh-huh," Jax said grinning.