Chapter 181 Jackson

• Christ, that was the hottest thing I've ever witnessed. Irina is everything I hoped and more. So, so much more.
• It's like someone up there took pity on me and my lonesome bachelor ways and sent her down from heaven, my angel, as the most perfect woman in the world, just for me. And now she's mine. And I'm not going to do a single goddamn thing to jeopardize that.
• It feels strange pulling up to the house with her by my side—to step out of the car with her and stretch out my hand to her. I've never brought a girl back here before. None of the guys who work for me understand. They see me—the boss, the bachelor, with a mansion fit for Bruce Wayne and the looks to match—going home by himself every night, not bar-hopping or cruising the clubs, and they wonder if I've lost my mind.