Chapter 6

Spartan. The high-end bar owned by the infamous Andrei Morotov. It's Friday night, and as usual, the place was jammed-pack. People from the high society were swarming the bar like hungry bees. Some were dancing and bouncing their bodies to the upbeat music. Everybody was having a good time; some were out to search for a good fuck, while others just wanted to have some booze and enjoy. Andrei grinned widely as he saw Jax approaching their table in the VIP section. And as usual, Jackson's face was scowling like the whole world was his enemy. His furrowed brows and emotionless eyes were a constant fixture. His friends understood why the man had become like this. He doesn't talk too much anymore; he's always scowling and he fucks hard. They all thought he wouldn't show up. Since his wife died, he hasn't been showing up much, except for important gatherings. “Whoa! Look who’s here, ladies?” Andrei shouted loudly when Jax was close. He opened his arms as if he was going to hug Jax, but Jackson ignored his friend. Jackson was used to Andrei's nonsense. He was still in his office attire. White button-down shirt, sleek black slacks, and a coat on his left hand. He looked more like a GQ model than a strict CEO of one of the biggest entertainment companies in the country. He didn't smile as he walked like a king. Everyone turned to look at him, whether it was a woman or a man. His presence was too much to deal with. Men envied his looks and bank account, while women swooned over him, they all wanted to be part of his bed. But it wasn't that easy, if there was one person who was very picky, it was Jax. His taste and standard for girls were out of this world, proven by his late wife, Katherine Welch, a former actress and beauty queen. When she was alive, she was a beautiful woman. Many tried to win the girl's heart, but everyone failed, except for Jackson. Sebastian Altamirano, Fabian Romano, and Alfie Lozano occupied the oval-shaped cushioned seat. In the middle was an oval-shaped table full of different kinds of alcohol and food. Next to them were women they had just met at the bar. It was a typical Friday night, and for bachelors like these men, having a woman to fuck after sharing booze with their friends was the best night of the week. “Hey, man!” Alfie greeted his friend who had just arrived, next to him was a sexy woman whose breasts were about to burst out of her top. Alfie stroked the exposed leg of the woman he was with. The woman smiled seductively at Jackson. Jax didn't say anything to his friend, he just nodded and sat next to Sebastian. “It's good to see you again, idiot. You've been absent a lot, you asshole.” Sebastian slapped Jax on the shoulder. Jax glared at Seb, but his friend just shrugged. His friends weren't fazed by his bad temper and how difficult he was to get along with. They all understood him, and they somewhat wanted to be part of his misery. They all witnessed how the world of their friend crumbled when they heard what happened to Katherin. They understood him, and they all wanted to help him, in any way they could. Jax was hurt to even realize that he had friends who were ready to raise their booze for a toast for him. Jax just shook his head. He thought it was good that he agreed to go to the bar and drink. He had refused to join the gang several times already. A lot of times, Jax preferred the company of himself than joining his friends, but the wind seemed to have changed now. ““How are you, man? Where have you been hiding, you're always missing? You missed a lot of pussies already.” It was Fabian. He had his arm around a woman, who, like the woman next to Alfie, was practically showing her soul because her dress was so revealing. These women are willing pussies. “Asshole,” was Jax’s only comment as he reached for a beer bottle on the table. He drank it straight from the bottle. He had almost finished half the bottle when he stopped chugging. The familiar taste of alcohol, bitter and spicy, hit Jax's throat. He actually missed his idiot friends, and seeing them right now, he felt relieved. “Whoa, easy there, lover boy. You don't want to get drunk with all these available pussies tonight. Don't get wasted, Jane and Terry planned something very naughty for tonight,” Andrei said playfully, with two women beside him who were constantly stroking his bare chest. Andrei raised his eyebrows. “Oh! By the way, Monica's been looking for you. She was here a while ago, if she finds out you're here, you won't be going home dry, man. You'll definitely be going home empty-handed.” Andrei laughed loudly. Among these men, Andrei Morotov had the nastiest reputation. He's known for being so dirty when it comes to sex. He wasn't satisfied with just one woman in bed. Andrei Morotov wanted to fuck multiple women at a time, and he wanted his women wild and experienced. He was the most animalistic of their group when it came to sex. “Dammit!” Jax cursed softly. His friends laughed loudly when they heard Jax's curse. They all knew that Jackson had been avoiding Monica like the plague. She was Sebastian's fuck buddy before. But when Monica tasted Jackson, she wanted some more. At first, Jax didn't have a problem with it, but eventually, the woman became clingy. She got jealous over other women and acted like she owned him. So Jax immediately ditched her. “Asshole. Why didn't you tell me?” Jax angrily scolded his friends. He even glared at each one of them. But his asshole friends ignored his sharp gaze. They even seemed to be enjoying it. They were used to being assholes, so Jax was used to this kind of behavior from his friends. He didn't want to see that woman. She was like a leech, and he knew she would suck him dry once she knew he was here. Andrei raised both arms in surrender. But he was still laughing with his arms raised. He wasn't sincere. “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 and sexy woman from my bar.” Jax angrily chugged the rest of the bottle. He glared at Andrei, who had a big grin on his face. “You're such an asshole,” Jackson said angrily. After Katerine Welch, Jackson didn't deprive himself of the carnal pleasure a pussy could give him. Even though he loved his wife, he knew he couldn't control his sexual needs. His body needed it. He fucked those women, but it was all just about the pleasure. No strings attached, no emotions, no commitment. He was a very sexual man. After his wife died, no woman was able to stir Jackson Samaniego's heart. He was too in love with his wife to even notice other women who wanted his attention. The loss of his wife was too painful for Jax, and he didn't have time to pay attention to those women. He just wanted to fuck them, that would be the only time he could spare time for them. Until Bree Ocampo came into his company. His friends didn't know that he had a woman he was annoyed with at his company, but he couldn't fire her. Jax was sure that if they found out about that, they would bombard him with questions and teasing. His friends were too dirty-minded. Even though Jax only felt annoyance towards the woman, they would give it meaning. So, no. He had no plans on telling them, and they wouldn't be able to do anything about it anyway. That woman was something. Jackson knew he was annoyed with her. He hated how inefficient she was in her work, he hated how she dressed, and he hated how she looked like she was seducing him. And most of all, he hated her because he saw his late wife in her. Especially when he saw her holding Amy's hand while the two were walking. It was like he saw Katherine again. She didn't look like Jackson's late wife, but that's what he felt whenever he saw the woman. By noticing Bree Ocampo, with every little thing she did, Jackson felt like he was betraying his dead wife. He didn't like what he felt. That's where his annoyance stemmed from. And because he remembered his wife in the woman, he couldn't bring himself to fire her. Jackson leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes. His friends were noisy, laughing and teasing, but his mind was elsewhere. “Jackson, baby! Oh, my god! You're really here!” A high-pitched voice woke Jax's wandering mind. He immediately opened his eyes and turned towards the source of the voice. He saw Monica's sexy figure approaching him. She wore a very revealing dress; her breasts were bouncing as she made her way towards them. Jackson groaned in annoyance and closed his eyes. His friends laughed and whistled as they watched Monica invite herself to sit beside Jackson, even without his permission. Jackson glared at his friends, but they only got louder. They were delighted. “Monica, that’s my girl!” Andrei shouted happily, overjoyed by the woman's arrival. “You look delicious, doll!” Andrei added, complimenting her. Jackson pursed his lips as he felt Monica wrap her arms around his torso, pressing herself closer to him. “Someone’s getting laid tonight! Cheers to that!” Alfie raised the bottle of alcohol he was holding and clinked it with them. “Some balls are going to be emptied tonight!” “Baby, I've missed you so much! You're not answering my calls!” Monica pouted and hugged Jackson tighter. His friends cheered again because of the woman's actions. Jackson, on the other hand, was trying to control his annoyance. “Guys, let’s hear what Jax would have to say.” Andrei stood up, holding a bottle, and used it like a microphone. “C’mon, lover boy. Say something.” The room fell silent, waiting for Jax to speak. Jax just shook his head at his friends' antics. Instead of getting completely annoyed, he just laughed. “You're such an asshole, Morotov.” “There! The famous celebrity maker Jackson Samaniego smiled! This deserves a celebration! This is a breakthrough!” He laughed loudly, even the other people at the other tables laughed at Andrei's silliness. They were used to how loud the bar owner was. How could Jackson get mad at his friends? They could really bring out the old Jackson. They made Jackson laugh. It was still a good decision to join them after years of avoiding the company of other people. They continued drinking alcohol. They talked about anything. Jackson was just listening, and he would occasionally answer when asked. Jackson's mind wandered again somewhere. He chugged the bottle of alcohol, his sixth one, and Jackson could feel his vision blurring and his head spinning. He wasn't drunk yet, but he could feel the alcohol kicking in. He pursed his lips as his mind went back to what happened earlier that morning. In his mind's eye, he recalled how Chris' arms possessively wrapped around Bree's slim shoulder. Jackson furrowed his brow, chugging his drink repeatedly. He really hated the guts of that woman. She didn't even have the decency to be ashamed of putting her arm around his cousin. Considering she was indebted to him, and she still owed him an apology for ruining his wife's kitchen. Jackson was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he never noticed how his friends looked curiously at him. They exchanged glances, wondering why their friend's face was so grim. Jackson's jaw was clenched, his eyes were burning with unnamed emotions, and his hands gripped the bottle tightly. Alfie, Sebastian, and Andrei had an unspoken deal, they would talk about what they saw later.