Jack wasn’t the type of guy who you would bring home to mom, or the type of guy who would buy you flowers and chocolates on valentine’s day.

Jack never really took interest on dating. Random hook ups and one night stands were much more fun in Jackson’s vocabulary. A new woman every night. Easier.

He’s at a bar with some friends. The chatting isn’t boring, but he can’t really focus on Romeo’s basketball talk when the most beautiful angel is right across the bar. It’s you.

You took the night to have fun with your friends after one of them got dumped. A girl’s night with no boys allowed. But Jack was always up for a challenge. As you approach the bar to get drinks for yourself and your friends, he shows up.

“Hello.” You hear a raspy voice close to you. “I’m Jackson* The guy smirks and comes closer. “I’m assuming you’re new around here, beautiful.”