Chapter 8 6 - Part 1

Spartan.

The high-end bar owned by the infamous Andrei Morotov. It was Friday night, and as usual, the place was jam-packed. People from high society swarmed the bar like hungry bees. Some were dancing, swaying their bodies to the upbeat music. Everyone was having a good time-some were there searching for a good fuck, while others just wanted booze and entertainment.

Andrei grinned widely when he saw Jax approaching their VIP table. And as usual, Jackson's face was scowling, as if the whole world was his enemy. His brows were always furrowed, and his eyes devoid of emotion.

Their group of friends understood why Jackson had become this way. He didn't talk much anymore; he was always scowling, and he fucked hard. They had even thought he wouldn't show up. Ever since his wife passed away, he rarely joined them unless it was for an important gathering.

"Whoa! Look who's here, ladies?" Andrei shouted when Jax was near. He spread his arms wide as if to hug him, but Jackson ignored his friend. He was already used to Andrei's antics.

He was still in his office attire-a white button-down shirt, sleek black slacks, and a coat draped over his left hand. He looked more like a GQ model than the strict CEO of one of the biggest entertainment companies in the country.

Without even a hint of a smile, he walked like a king. Everyone turned to look at him-both women and men. His presence was overwhelming. Men envied his looks and wealth, while women swooned over him, all wanting to end up in his bed. But that wasn't easy. If there was one man who was impossibly picky, it was Jax. His taste and standards for women were on another level, as proven by his late wife, Katherine Welch, a former actress and beauty queen.

When she was alive, Katherine was breathtakingly beautiful. Many tried to win her heart, but all failed-except for Jackson.

Sebastian Altamirano, Fabian Romano, and Alfie Lozano were already seated on the oval-shaped cushioned booth. In front of them was an oval table filled with various alcoholic drinks and food. Beside them were women they had just met at the bar. It was a typical Friday night, and for bachelors like them, having a woman to fuck after drinking with their friends was the best way to end the week.

"Hey, man!" Alfie greeted Jax as he arrived. Beside him was a sexy woman whose ample cleavage was almost spilling out of her dress. Alfie was caressing the woman's exposed thigh. The woman smiled seductively at Jackson.

Jax didn't respond, only nodding at Alfie before sitting beside Sebastian.

"It's good to see you again, idiot. You've been absent too many times, asshole." Sebastian slapped Jax on the shoulder. Jax glared at him, but Sebastian just shrugged. His friends were unfazed by his bad attitude and difficult personality. They all understood him, and in some way, they wanted to share his misery.

They had all witnessed how Jackson's world collapsed when they learned about Katherine's fate. They understood him and wanted to help him in any way they could. Jax was too hurt to even acknowledge that he had friends who were always ready to raise a toast for him.

Jax shook his head. He realized it was a good thing he had agreed to come to the bar and drink. He had refused their invitations too many times. Most of the time, Jax preferred his own company over his friends, but tonight felt different.

"How are you, man? Where have you been hiding? You've missed a lot of pussy," Fabian said. He had his arm around a woman dressed just as revealingly as the one beside Alfie. These women were willing.

"Asshole," Jax muttered before grabbing a beer from the table. He drank straight from the bottle, finishing almost half before stopping.

The familiar taste of alcohol burned his throat-bitter and strong. He actually missed these idiots, and seeing them now, he felt relieved.

"Whoa, easy there, lover boy. You don't want to get drunk with all these available pussies tonight. Don't drink too much; Jane and Terry planned something really naughty for tonight," Andrei teased, while the two women beside him kept running their hands over his bare chest. He waggled his eyebrows playfully.

"Oh! By the way, Monica's been looking for you. She was here earlier. If she finds out you're here, you're not going home unsatisfied, bro. You'll definitely be leaving with empty balls." Andrei laughed loudly.

Among them, Andrei Morotov had the dirtiest reputation. He was notorious for his extreme sexual preferences. One woman wasn't enough for him-he preferred multiple at once. He liked his women wild and experienced. Out of all their friends, he was the most perverse in bed.

"Dammit," Jax muttered under his breath.

His friends burst out laughing when they heard him curse. They all knew Jax had been avoiding Monica like the plague. She had been Sebastian's fuck buddy before, but after she got a taste of Jackson, she wanted more. At first, Jax didn't mind, but eventually, she became too clingy. She got jealous of other women and acted as if she owned him. So, he cut her off immediately.

"Assholes. Why didn't you tell me?" Jax snapped at his friends, glaring at each one of them. But the idiots just ignored his death stare. They were used to messing with each other, so this was nothing new. He didn't want to see that woman. She was like a leech, and he knew she'd suck him dry if she found out he was here.

Andrei raised both hands in surrender, but he was still laughing. He wasn't sincere at all.

"C'mon, man. She's a regular here, and you know that. Why don't you just fuck her one more time? I can't kick out a beautiful, sexy woman from my bar."

Annoyed, Jax downed the rest of his beer. He shot Andrei a deadly glare, but Andrei just grinned even wider.

"You're a real pain in the ass, you bastard," Jackson muttered.

After Katherine Welch, Jackson never deprived himself of the carnal pleasure a woman could give him. Even though he loved his wife, he knew he couldn't suppress his sexual needs. He needed it. He fucked women, but it was purely for pleasure-no strings attached, no emotions, no commitment. He was a highly sexual man.

Since his wife's death, no woman had stirred Jackson Samaniego's heart. He was too in love with his wife to even notice the women vying for his attention. The pain of losing her was too much, and he had no time for them. He just wanted to fuck them-that was the only time he could spare for them.

Until Bree Ocampo entered his company. His friends didn't know yet that there was a woman at work who irritated the hell out of him, but whom he couldn't fire. If they found out, they would never stop teasing him.

His friends were too dirty-minded. Even if it was just irritation, they'd twist it into something else. So, no. He had no plans of telling them.

That woman was something. Jackson knew he was annoyed by her inefficiency, the way she dressed, and the way she seemed to be seducing him. But most of all, he hated her because she reminded him of his late wife. Especially when he saw her holding Amy's hand while walking together-it was like seeing Katherine again.

She didn't even look like his deceased wife, but that was how he felt every time he saw her. By noticing Bree Ocampo and every little thing she did, Jackson felt like he was betraying his dead wife. He hated that feeling. That was the root of his annoyance. And because she reminded him of Katherine, he couldn't bring himself to fire her.

Jackson leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes. His friends were noisy, laughing and teasing each other, but his mind was elsewhere.

"Jackson, baby! Oh my God! You're really here!"

A shrill voice snapped Jax out of his thoughts. He immediately opened his eyes and turned to see Monica approaching. She wore a very revealing dress, her breasts bouncing as she walked.

Jackson groaned in annoyance and shut his eyes again.

His friends laughed and whistled as Monica sat beside him without permission. Jax shot them a deadly glare, but they only got louder.

His friends would definitely talk about this later.