Her Knowledge

Jax POV

Dhalia walks over and sits at the table. Her eyes are fixed on her phone, and she looks like she is considering something. She’s stunning, so I’m confused over Carl not wanting her.

Her dark hazel hair is now flowing down her back, but it clearly shows she hasn’t brushed it. Something about her eyes is captivating; they match her hair perfectly. She has a few freckles across her face, which I’m hoping become more prominent when exposed to the sun.

The best thing about her, though, is her confidence. Her dress shows her thighs perfectly, and I don’t care what any man says. A woman with thick thighs is to die for. Give me a woman that so many consider plus size any day over those perfect models. Groaning, I glance at my food and force my mind to think of something that isn’t her body.

“How many people have you spoken to?” I ask, needing to know if they will find out she’s safe and alive.

“None. I’ve not replied to anyone. I was thinking how amazing it is that everyone is messagi