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Chapter 65 Cell Phone Payback
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Ava knew she had a lot of faults, but she would never ever have a relationship with a married man. It was wrong. It was that simple. She wondered if Jax told the slut that gave him her number that he was married. He'd either let the fact that he was married slip his mind or she was the kind of girl that didn't care if a man were married. Either way someone needed to have a word with the bitch.
As Ava went through her hula lesson, she tried to come up with some clever way to get back at both Jax and the slut. And then it hit her. She had a solution. It wasn't perfect, but at least she would have some measure of revenge on the whore who had given her phone number to her husband. She still felt like throwing up a little every time she used the word husband to refer to Jax.
If she'd known about the phone number last night, she would have gotten drunk from the hotel room's well stocked mini bar and then stuck gum on Jax's balls. She'd never be able to do something like that sober. She was uncomfortable with men's private areas and she was even more uncomfortable at the idea of handling Jax's area.
He'd have to get his balls waxed to get the gum out or he would have to cut it out with scissors and that could have led to all sorts of fun ball cutting accidents and ball nicks. Damn. It was a big missed opportunity.
She wondered if she could get Jax drunk again. She could get him drunk again, but the gum maneuver wouldn't work. That had been a one-time thing and, if he went to sleep and woke up with gum stuck in his ball sack hair; he would be suspicious.
God only knows what horrible thing he would do to her to retaliate. She just knew it would be worse than unlocking the bathroom door while she was in the shower. Beyond that, she had no idea what new horrible thing he would do to her and she sure as hell had no plans to find out.
After her hula class finished, she called Jax. He told her he would be awhile at the barber's. The gum in his beard was a problem. Ava barely managed to hold it together and not burst into laughter. She was so happy that Jax was going to be clean shaven. She was fed up with the whole men with beards look.
He'd taken the whole having to get his beard shaved and his hair cut with surprisingly good humor. It would have been more fun if he'd been upset. Part of the gum was to get back at him for opening the bathroom door, but part of it was to a way to get rid of his beard and make him get his hair cut. She didn't think he'd shave his beard or cut his hair for her. Now he didn't have a choice.
She returned to their room because she needed a little privacy for her plan to get some payback on that whore that slipped Jax her phone number. Ava didn't get into cat fights and that was really the only true way to get back at the bitch, but Ava didn't get into physical fights and she didn't know what the slut looked like.
Ava called the slut's cell phone from their hotel room phone. By the time the call was completed, Ava found herself less mad at the whore because she was just doing what sluts like her did—hit on every hot man married or not. Jax was the one who was more to blame because he shouldn't have taken her phone number in the first place.
"Hi," the slut said.
Ava had a good ear for voices and was a skilled mimic, or at least she thought she was because that's what her fake friends told her. She listened to the whore's voice carefully.
"I'm Ava Teller," Ava said. She couldn't believe she was actually using her married name. That just felt wrong. She was Ava Becker and changing names was an archaic custom, but she needed to use Jax's last name to make her point to the whore.
"Uh-huh," the woman's voice lost some of its bouncy enthusiasm.
"I found your phone number and wanted to give you a friendly heads up about Jax. First, I'm perfectly OK if you fuck him," Ava said matter-of-factly.
"Really?" The slut couldn't believe how calm Jax's wife was being. This wasn't the first wife that had called her, but she was by far the nicest.
"Yeah. Honestly, I'd rather you sleep with him because I'm not letting that boy touch me until he finishes his latest round of antibiotics for drug resistant syphilis. You know that's the STD that makes you blind and crazy."
Ava had given the whore true information because it would sell the lies that she was about to tell.
"You can use condoms," the bitch pointed out.
"Yeah, but the new strain of syphilis can get through. Those damn germs are extra small. That's not the least of it. He's got some weird STD that he won't tell me much about. He got it in prison, so who the hell knows who he caught it from. He claims he caught it from some female volunteer he was screwing in the library before we got married, but I remain skeptical. You never know what diseases are going around in a prison. Anyway there's a special condom you can buy to keep yourself disease free. It's called Maxim Force Protection and it's supposed to keep all the creepy crawly diseases from getting through because it's coated with some antiseptic or bleach or something. I'd rather wait until the doctor tells me Jax's 100% disease free before I'll even have sex with him using a condom. As for you, it's up to you."
"He looks so healthy; he practically glows."
"Yeah, well, you never know what STDs are brewing underneath the surface. Just wanted to give you a woman to woman warning. Feel free to fuck his brains out."
"Uh, thank you," the slut's voice went up at the end as though she were asking a question.
"Good luck," Ava said sweetly and ended the call.
She'd made a mistake during the call. She meant to find out if Jax told her that he was married. He must have told her because the woman didn't sound surprised or she was just good at covering her surprise.
She didn't care if Jax got numbers from girls. He could even sleep with them. She sure as hell didn't want to have sex with him, but she suddenly found herself obsessed with finding out if Jax told the whore he was married.
Ava tried out her imitation of the woman's voice. It was kind of hard to tell if she sounded like the woman since she wasn't there to speak so Ava could compare, but Jax wouldn't have memorized how the slut's voice sounded.
She couldn't call from her cell phone, but calling from their hotel room phone should be OK. It shouldn't reveal the hotel room number.
Ava needed a way to figure out if Jax told her that he was married. No, wait a minute, she had an even better plan. She would test Jax to see if he'll cheat with the slut that gave him her phone number. She wasn't jealous. She was just curious.
She wasn't sure what she would do to him if she found out that he planned to cheat with the slut but putting gum in his private area hair was back as a payback possibility.
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Author's Note: Just glad you are still reading Grace. I don't expect readers to review but it's really nice when they do because it helps me write a better story. I can write the story to the things readers like and away from things they don't. Kind of interactive writing.