Page 73 of Tattooed Love

I wanted to scoff. What a cop out.

“El and I have heard that line before,” I said, looking Jax in the eye. “From a better player than you.”

Blake had had many girlfriends, but he would never refer to them as his girlfriends. Well, with me it was different; he would openly say I was his girlfriend, but for all the others, they were all classed as girlfriends, but he never really looked at them like that.

“Yeah, but you actually turned him around,” El said in my direction. “But she is right Jax.”

Jax groaned and then ripped his t-shirt off; my eyes scanned his tattoos. Man, hehad a good body.

Jax was already wearing black branded board shorts. Slowly, he lowered himself into the water next to El.

“Fine, let’s do it,” he said to her.

My mouth dropped open. Hell no! Don’t do it. I had expected him to push her off or set her straight.

“You mean, be your girlfriend?” She looked as surprised as I was. No-one else in the pool seemed to be taking in the scene in front of me.

“Yeah, why not,” Jax said, taking her hands from under the water and pulling her slightly closer to him. “You’re the hottest chick I know. Plus, you’re the only chick I would not want to screw and hurl aside.”

Well, I had never heard better reasons to go into a relationship. I gritted my teeth, was he doing this to piss me off?

“I…” El blushed, “For real?” she asked?

Jax lowered his head down to hers. “Yeah.”

“I LOVE THIS SONG!” Tyler screamed and startled everyone.

“Where the Wild Things Are” by Bliss n Eso boomed through the speakers.

Tyler rapped the lyrics and I found it really amusing. I glanced back at Jax, but felt disgusted; as he had his lips locked with Ella’s.

Oh, that was foul.

I caught my phone flashing behind them, and it immediately spiked my curiosity. Swimming to the side, next to them, I pulled myself up and out of the water, not thinking about the large scar on my stomach for the first time in weeks.

Water dripped from me as I picked up my phone. The number was restricted. I put it to my ear.

“Amber?”

“Um, yeah?” I responded, bringing my other hand to my other ear to block the music out.

“It’s Ashley.”

I frowned. Ashley… I didn’t know an Ashley. Well, not a guy Ashley anyway.

“Ashley who?”

“Ashley Greenhood? Blake’s right hand.”

“Oh.” And now the memories came flooding back to me. “What’s up?”

“It’s Blake. He’s been arrested. The cops have raided the house and, from what I overheard, they are coming for you next.”

My eyes widened. “You mean to my house?” I panicked into the phone.

“Yeah. Look, I got to go, we have houses to clean before they hit them. Just giving you a heads up,” Ashley said in a hurry, and then the phone went dead.

Blake arrested.

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