Chapter 2

 

Jax POV

I needed water after that long day of calls and numbers that still buzzed in my head. 

The penthouse felt quiet now with just the two of us, Ava tucked away in the guest room down the hall. 

I padded downstairs barefoot, the cool tile under my feet, and grabbed a cold bottle from the fridge. 

Took a long drink, letting the chill slide down my throat while my mind wandered back to how she looked earlier. 

Those tight little denim shorts hugging her ass, the way her tank top stretched across her tits when she hugged her dad goodbye. 

She had grown up fast, that...