Published On: Nov 27 2016
My name is Jaxson Albright. To my friends I’m known as Jax. I’m the disgraced son of well-known Politician, Malcom Albright. You could say I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I was supposed to follow in my father’s footsteps and move into politics. My whole childhood was spent being groomed for this role, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I had other plans.
To my family’s disgust, I’m inked, I’m pierced and I own and run a tattoo parlour, in the hip suburb of Newtown. I fit in here. I can be the man I was destined to be, the man my family are ashamed of. The son they regret having.
I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for my saviour, Candice. My pink-haired angel. We grew up in the same circle, but like me, she’s an outcast. She refused to conform to society’s ways. She’s the only one who stuck by me and not only encouraged, but supported my dream.
I love her. No, correction—I’m in love with her. I have been for as long as I can remember. She has no idea how I feel. It’s a battle I struggle with daily. I’ve kept my secret all these years because I couldn’t risk losing her. That’s a chance I’m not prepared to take, because she’s my best friend; my only real family.
I’ve spent the last few years moving from one hot chick to the next, trying to mask these feeling I have. But it doesn’t help—I can’t get her out of my head. She still owns my damn heart.
How do you get over the girl you know you can never have? And how do you live without the one person on this earth who is made for you?
She’s my soulmate.
She gives my hand a squeeze. Call me crazy, but I can already feel a difference in the air. Is it wrong to hope?
‘Let me just reapply my lipdick,’ she says, lifting her huge bag onto her lap, and riffling around inside.
‘Hold on a minute, did you just say “lipdick”?’ She has dicks on the brain.
‘I did.’ When she finds the lipstick in her bag, she removes the lid and extends her arm across the centre console, shoving it in my face.
‘What the hell?’ I say. ‘Is that a dick?’
She throws her head back and laughs. ‘Actually, yes. It’s a lipstick shaped like a dick—a lipdick. Isn’t it cool?’
‘Get that fucker away from me,’ I snap, slapping her hand away. I immediately scrub my hand over my mouth. I just kissed her with that shit all over her lips. ‘You have serious issues; you know that right?’
‘Why are you wiping your mouth?’
‘I just kissed you not realising you were wearing cock on your lips.’
‘It’s a nice shade of cock, it suits you.’
‘Maybe. But you wouldn’t have me any other way.’