Jaxon Wright
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If there was someone who had it all, it would be Jaxon Wright. Tall, dark, and handsome? Check. Chiseled body like a Greek god? Check. Tattooed ruffian, motorcycle-riding bad boy? Check. Sexually-skilful and well-hung (apparently)? Check. Effortlessly charming and popular? Check. Rich beyond belief? Triple check. So why is it that one weekend, at the animal shelter that I volunteer at, the same Jaxon Wright—who I only know about through rumours on campus— walks in to sign up as a volunteer?