We walk into this very expensive high class bar. I'm glad I picked out what I did, as everyone there was so beautiful. I actually felt underdressed. Pizza Bar for rich folks? I have never been to somewhere like this. I hate these places. Why would Jax even bring me here?
Before I even have a chance to talk to the hostess. I don't even know if that's what they call them here. "Slave" seems to be the correct title. Jax comes rushing up. He seems mad at first.
" You're late!"
"I'm sorry, I lost track of time and wanted to."
Before I could even finish. He grabs my hand and pulls me close to him. " You look so f**king beautiful! I don't even care." Giving me a quick peck on the lips, he leads me to our table.
"I hope you had a good day today"
"I did" wishing it was true.
We get to a tabl
