Page 71 of Undisputed Player
Jax
I pulled up to Estelle's apartment two hours before our reservation, turning off the Bentley and checking my reflection in the rearview mirror.
I adjusted the gun in the back of my waistband, the weight of it familiar. It was a reminder that I was powerful and always prepared to protect what was mine.
And Estelle was definitely mine.
Punctuality had never been my thing—I prided myself on being fashionably late to everything.
But with Estelle, different rules applied. Different obsessions ruled.
I wanted every second I could steal with her, especially if it meant watching her get ready, seeing her in various states of undress.
The garment bag and shoe box on my passenger seat contained everything she'd need tonight.
The dress was a dark emerald Dior with a high slit, elegant enoughfor the restaurant I'd reserved, revealing enough to satisfy the possessive hunger consuming me.
The Louboutins, though, were pure indulgence with red soles that would flash with every step, a mark of ownership only I would truly appreciate.
I grabbed the packages, running my free hand through my styled hair. I'd shaved carefully, worn a midnight blue suit, understated but expensive.
The silver tie clip matched the necklace box hidden in my pocket—a delicate silver chain with a“J” pendant that would rest in the hollow of her throat.
A subtle claim, a refined collar.
A wordless way of telling the world she wasmine.
When I reached her door, I took a deep breath, steadying the urge to simply kick it in and steal away what was already mine. Instead, I knocked, three measured taps that betrayed none of the adrenaline racing beneath my skin.
Leo answered after a minute, his small face lighting up. “Mr. Lion! You're really early, I think.”
I crouched to his level, balancing the packages in one arm. “That was the plan, but I couldn't wait to see you and your aunt.” I ruffled his hair, pleased by his enthusiasm. “You excited for your sleepover with Avery?”
He nodded vigorously. “We're gonna build a fort and watch dinosaur movies, and Elle said we could have real dessert.”
“Sounds like the perfect night,” I agreed, glancing past him into the apartment. “Is your aunt around?”
“Leo? You know can't open the door!” Estelle's voice called from inside, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.
She appeared in the hallway, and my dick immediately hardened like a little—big—fucker.
She was wrapped in a threadbare robe, her hair piled damp on top of her head, face bare of makeup. She thought she still had two more hours to get ready.
She froze when she saw me, eyes widening between panic and mortification.
“Jax,” she breathed, one hand clutching the collar of her robe tighter. “You're... early.”
I straightened, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks, damp hairline, and the delicate curve of her collarbones visible above the robe.
She'd never looked more beautiful than she did right now; the urge to touch her was overwhelming.
“I couldn't wait,” I greeted, stepping inside. “Hope that’s okay, princess?
“I'm not ready,” she stammered, backing up a step as I advanced. “I just showered, I haven't even decided what to wear?—”
“It’s okay,” I interrupted, setting the packages down and moving closer. “We have time. And I brought you something.”
Her eyes darted to the garment bag suspiciously. “You brought me... clothes?”
