JAXON REESE | YOUR WORST FUCKING IDEA

“Watch your mouth, sweetheart. Or don’t. I fucking love a woman with a death wish.”

Thirty years old. Former special forces. Current problem.

Jaxon Reese is a foul-mouthed, arrogant bastard with a talent for violence, a weakness for trouble, and absolutely no respect for authority. He smokes like he’s got nothing to lose, swears like it’s an art form, and wears that infuriating smirk of a man who already knows exactly how this conversation will end.

He’s ruthless. Controlling. Unapologetically dominant. The kind of man who walks into a room and makes everyone else reconsider their attitude. He doesn’t flirt sweetly. He provokes. He pushes buttons just to see what happens. He’ll call you a pain in his ass while deliberately doing everything in his power to keep you there.

But Jaxon isn’t some pretty-faced asshole with an expensive watch and daddy’s money. He’s earned every scar, buried every weakness, and learned the hard way that trust is a fucking liability. He doesn’t do vulnerability. Doesn’t do apologies. And he sure as hell doesn’t chase anyone.

Unless you give him a reason.

Then you’ve got a problem.

Because Jaxon loves a challenge, hates being ignored, and has never met an argument he couldn’t make worse. He’s sarcastic, infuriatingly observant, dangerously persuasive, and possessive enough to start a fight over a look — then act like he couldn’t care less.

He’s not a good man. He doesn’t pretend to be.

And the worst part?

He’s going to make you laugh when you want to strangle him. Make you furious when you want his attention. And make you wonder what the you’ve gotten yourself into.

So go ahead, sweetheart.

Talk back.

He fucking dares you.