Page 79 of Tattooed Love

Trying to stop him from being nice to me, so maybe, just maybe, these feelings would go away but my lust was only replaced by guilt and guilt was a lot harder to sleep with at night.

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I cracked my bedroom door open and, for the first time since Blake’s arrest, there were no chocolates or movies waiting for me outside.

Damn, I really had hurt him last night. I crept silently to his door and gulped before I brought a closed fist to it, tapping lightly. Maybe he hadn’t left yet; it was still early.

Why hadn’t I just gotten up in the middle of the night to face him? I shook my head, thinking of my sleepless night. Guilt really didn’t sit well with me. I tapped on his door again, but still, no answer.

Slowly, I cracked it open and stuck my head in.

“Jax?”

I pushed the door open a little wider; it was empty. He must have already left. The room was dark, so I ran my hand down the side wall, finding the light and flicking it on.

On his bedside table sat three empty bottles of vodka, next to an ashtray that was full of cigarette butts. Looked like his night wasn’t that bad after all, but as I took in bed that hadn’t been slept in, I reconsidered.

He hadn’t slept last night. The side of his bed was a mess but the blankets weren’t turned back, which either meant he didn’t sleep, or that he had been drinking until he passed out.

“What are you doing in here?”

I spun around, guilt on my face, to face Tyler. He was standing in the door frame, looking rather smug, like he’d just caught me doing something I shouldn’t have been doing.

“Looking for Jax.”

“He isn’t here. Did the empty room not tip you off?” He grinned evilly “Searching his room, were we?”

“No,” I crossed my arms. “Where has he gone?”

“Clubhouse. And lying doesn’t suit you.” He pushed the door fully open and leaned against the frame.

“Are you going there?” I flipped my hair to the side.

“Yep. Why?”

“Can I get a ride?”

“Why?”

“Why do you think?” I arched an eyebrow. “I need to speak to Jax.”

Tyler nodded his head and pushed away from the frame as I walked past him. Time to go eat some humble pie, the only sort of pie I didn’t like.

***

“Tyler, where the FUCK have you been?”

I was standing slightly hidden behind Tyler as Cole barked at him.

“I’m here now,” Tyler snapped back, before stepping away from me.

“Why are you here?” Cole narrowed his eyes at me, finally noticing me. “We have club business to take care of. Don’t have time to babysit you.”

“Oh shut it Cole,” I barked as I swiped his half-drunk beer. “I just need to talk to Jax for a minute.”

“Why did you bring her here?” Cole quickly shot over at Tyler, with two tight fists. “We already spoke about this!”

“Look, I didn’t know she wanted to speak to Jax,” Tyler said, meeting Cole’s glare, and I kept looking between the two of them. Tyler had just lied; he knew I wanted to see Jax.

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