Chapter 1
Ava’s POV
“Dad, you really don’t have to worry so much,” I said as the elevator doors slid open straight into Jax’s massive penthouse, my voice coming out a little too high and nervous even though I tried to sound chill.
My father chuckled and clapped a hand on my shoulder, steering me forward with that overprotective grip he always used.
“Ava, this is two whole weeks. I know you’re nineteen now but you’re still my little girl. Jax here is like family, so behave yourself. No parties, no sneaking out, and definitely no boys hanging around while I’m gone.”
Jax stood there in the wide open living room, tall as hell at six foot four, wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show those thick forearms covered in a light dusting of dark hair.
He looked every bit
