Jax In A Maid Dress Novels & Stories

FIFTY-SIX Four outfit changes later, the night only seemed to drag on much to Jaxon's irritation as he watched his mate from a distance. He was glad that she was no longer nervous and was actually interacting with the population. He heaved another sigh after looking at the dress she had changed into. Indeed he knew that his mate was playing a dangerous game by showing up in front of all these people in dresses that he considered to be showing the population other than him what only he had the right to look at. If the first, second and third dress had not been able to rile him up well the fourth dress managed to make him feel more possessive about her. He wanted nothing but to be close to her

Axion instructed, heading to the door. " Wait...where are we going? " Phoenix questioned, confused. " You don't have to know " Axion replied and left. " Weird " Phoenix mumbled, walking over to the bed. She opened the box and took out the elegant, red dress with a silver color bag and heels making her gasp in awe. Axion met Gianna downstairs, ready and waiting for him. On spotting him, she walked toward him with the most sincere smile she could think of. " Let's go," She said.

Jaxon's grip on Mia's hand tightened, the man brought Mia's palm to his lips, and kissed it gently. A snort drew both of their attention to the woman in the maid uniform of De La Crush who was standing next to Jaxon. “Would you like to order something, Mr. Bradwood?” asked the woman, waving her fake eyelashes in a subtle sensual motion. Seeing Ruth's blatant attitude that seemed to ignore her, made Mia want to rebuke, but Jaxon spoke first. “I'm satisfied with one woman, there's no need to interrupt when I'm enjoying alone time with her. You can move to the next table,” Jaxon said in a low voice, but sounded annoyed at being interrupted.

I felt the fabric with my fingers, wondering what the hell this was about. "That is your gown," the maid said, stepping in behind me. "Master Jackson's orders. He wants you to wear it for dinner." I glanced back at her. She wasn’t making eye contact, which struck me as weird. Something was up with her, but I couldn't quite explain it. “Thank you,” I managed to smile at her. I needed to be polite so she could be friendly towards me as well. Who knows? She could be my ticket out of this place.

"We'll figure it out eventually. I just want to know, I just want to understand all the reasons why they chose me. I have a feeling there's more to it than just my strength." "I'll keep looking." She reassured me. "I won't stop til I find it Piper. I managed to figure out Jaxon's background which was locked down pretty tightly, I'm sure I can find this out sooner or later." "I appreciate your help." I headed towards the closet. "Now I could use it elsewhere, what does someone wear to one of Dark Moon's celebrations?" "Something not as casual as normal, a little dressier but not too much." She responded as she joined me at the closet door. "Wow, Jaxon really made sure he was prepared for you

Clearly, he walked in with pants and came out in a dress. He let out a long breath. “And did they not happen to see an ugly ass woman walk out of the store minutes later?” “Excuse me, sir?” “Just get the fuck out of my office.” Xavier rubbed his eyes with both of his hands and tried to calm himself. So that was how he avoided the guards and snuck on here. He dressed like a woman? Or was that just to get rid of the guards in DC? Fuck. Somewhere around his island, Jax was probably dressed like a woman. He’d underestimated him. Mia really was a magnet for weirdos.

“But I don't know if I want to wear a dress today.” “So, pants then?” Jaxon asked but he still held onto the dress as he moved over to the shelf where her trousers were folded up. He pulled out a pair of brown colored trousers. “This?” “I think I want the dress now.” She said. Jaxon looked at her and the two of them burst out laughing. “I've never helped a lady pick out what to wear,” Jaxon commented, looking down at the dress. “You should pair this with a silver watch.” “I haven't had a man help me pick out an outfit before,” Mia said. “It's the first time for the both of us. Now, for the deciding question, flats or wedges?”

Sasha snatched the soup bowl from the maid rudely. The maid looked helpless, and quietly handed over the bowl to Sasha. Serra was watching everything from the second floor. Mia was taking a nap, so Serra was relaxing while looking down from the corridor railing. When she saw Sasha swaying her hips in that super short dress which barely covered her butt, she felt her anger rose. Sasha is wearing a short grey colour tube dress which barely covered her assets. Her shoulders are bare and her breasts are almost spilling out of the dress. Serra noticed how every male in the mansion were looking at Sasha with lust.

Two hours later, Jasmine sighs and swipes her arm across her forehead. She’s kneeling in the center of the shoes, with smears of polish on her bare arms and legs. Her own heels have been kicked off, abandoned by the armchairs with her carefully folded coat. She’s barefoot, dressed only in a silvery cocktail dress—the world’s most unlikely maid. Ariq pokes his head around my office door, sending a baffled frown in Jasmine’s direction before glancing at me. I rise from behind my desk and stroll over to meet him.