The Dangerous Affairs!

Chapter 1

JAXTON’s POV!

“Bro, come on I really don’t wanna go to the bar or club or anything tonight. I’m not interested. I just wanna stay home and prepare for my new teaching job on Monday. You know it’s going to be my first time teaching in a high school in New York. I have to prepare ahead.” I said to him as I walked up the stairs to my bedroom.

“Jax, really? Are you going to spend Saturday night indoors preparing for a job that’s in two days.” Chris retorted and scoffed in disbelief. “It’s Saturday night not Sunday night man. We should go out and have some fun.”

“Why don’t we just drink here instead. I’ve got a bar downstairs. It’s the same as going to drink at a bar.” I insisted.

“Hell no! It’s totally not the same. I mean, where the ladies at, huhn? It can’t be just us two drinking bro, come on. Don’t be such a party pooper.” He rolled his eyes slightly and huffed.

I gave him a questioning look and he returned it with the same look with cause me to let out a small laughter.

“So what do you say? Do you wanna spend your Saturday night inside the house preparing for some fuckin’ high school kids, or do want us to go to the club and have some fun?” He questioned sternly.

“Do we really have to go to the club to drink though?”

“Yes Jax, we have to go.” He retorted.

I let out a small sigh then shook my head, “Alright! Fine. I’m gonna change my clothes and meet you in the living room in ten minutes.”

“Cool.. Ten minutes.” He said sternly then pointed his index finger at me before walking out of my bedroom.

“He is relentless.” I muttered. I stood up from the chair and walked to my closet then took out the most casual T-shirt and shorts I could find.

Once I was done changing I applied my hair oil then packed my copper brown hair into a man bun to reveal my neat undercut then grabbed my phone from the bed before walking out of the bedroom and went downstairs to join Chris in the living room.

“Are you ready?” He asked as he stood up from the sofa.

“Yeah.”

“Come on then.” He said and we made our way out of the house.

I honestly wasn’t in the mood to party or drink, but Christ always has a way of convincing me.

Since the huge scandal about me that happened two years ago in France when I was interning as an english teacher in a high school France, I returned back to the United state and decided to just live a simple and low life so something like that would never happen again. Ever! I can’t risk getting my license revoked and also going to jail.

“Get that scowl of your face already Jaxton or you are going to chase the ladies away.” Chris lectured before walking inside the club.

I exhaled heavily, “Let’s just try to have fun tonight.” I mumbled to myself then followed behind him.

We successfully made our way past the dancing crowd then headed to the bar to get some alcohol which will apparently put you in the mood to party according to Christian Thompson, my best friend.

He ordered a shot of tequila for the both of us, but I wasn’t ready to get wasted very early so I opted for a glass of whiskey instead and drank as I watched everyone on the dance floor away their body along to the music.

Chris had left me to go hit it off with some blonde twenty minutes later, so I was sat at the table all alone, pouring down shots of tequila down my throat and watch everyone dance.

I sat at the bar asking for another shot of tequila. I had no idea if it was my fourth or my fifth. s**t! I had already lost count. I wasn’t planning on getting wasted tonight, but I sure as hell already started.

As I swallowed the tequila in one gulp, the burning feeling of the liquor slowly went down my stomach and began to kick in my head which sent a light buzz sound to ring in my ears and got my vision getting darker slowly and the euphoria started to kick in.

I loved that feeling. I wish it could just turn into a permanent state and I don’t have to go back to being sad..... but it can never happen. Reality always finds a way to win.

“Another shot?” The bartender asked.

“Not for now. Thank you.” I responded immediately then turned back around.

I brushed the whole dance floor with my eyes wondering where the hell my freakin best friend went. If he knew he was going to vanish on me when he gets here then why did he force me. I knew I should have just declined.

I continued to look around, searching for him until my gaze landed on a young woman moving her body slowly along to the music.... Nothing really special to see there... Except I couldn’t take my eyes of her for some absolutely weird reason.... Why?... She looks pretty normal, well maybe not too normal, but then why is my face still lingering on her?

She was wearing a black net leggings with a short black skirt which showed her sexy, toned and long legs... Damn! Such sexy legs and for some seconds there I imagined just how bad I would love to run my hands up and down her legs and also want it around my waist.

Oh s**t! What’s all this dirty thoughts running freely in my head.

My eyes shifted up form her sexy legs to her tiny waist and I imagined my arms resting around them, completely enjoying the view up from her waist to her cleavage that looked sexy and beautiful.. Her breasts were so full and the only thing on my mind was how bad I wanted to have those beautiful and sexy babies in my hands.

She threw her hands in the air as she swayed her body to the music in perfect rhythm. Her long and silky brown hair bouncing along and following the movement of her head, and I suddenly felt the urge to dig my hands in them and imagined myself pulling on it while her f**k her really hard from behind. f**k! They just look so soft and hot to pull.

I can’t believe I’m fantasizing over a random lady at the club... A freaking sexy random lady.. I think not getting laid for six month has taken a huge toll on me. I need to get some actions already damnnit!

I watched as she brought the red alcohol cup to her plump and full pink lips and ran her bottom lips over them in the most sexiest way and I just knew I would kill to kiss them right now.

Shit!! What I would to to get rid of those clothes on her and see her in her full glory. If she looks this hot in clothes then she’s got to look even hotter n***d.

Holy f**k!!

Her eyes finally found me staring at her and I found the corner of her lips curl up slightly in a small smirk. I thought she would get upset when she caught me staring at her but she didn’t. She didn’t look like she cared at all. Instead, she just held my gaze strongly and continue to run her hands along her body and move her body in a really sexy rhythm.

Fuxking hell!!

I could barely make out her face under the red and blue dance floor light, and honestly didn’t even care what she looked like. She’s got to be beautiful if her body is this beautiful. This woman was sexy as hell and she was all I needed to make my night a little more interesting. I wouldn’t mind getting laid by her right her, right now.

A black haired dude walked up behind her and she stared to run her a*s over his groin as she held my eyes. I was so smitten by her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her and she knew that. She knows she had an effect on my and was playing on that.

All that was on my mind was pushing that dude away then hold her waist as she rub her waist along my groin and make me as hard as a rock.

Fuxk!!

I REALLY NEED TO FUCKIN’ f**k ALREADY!

Before I could even think of a way to approach her, she had magically appeared in front of me with her breast directly in my face.