Page 83 of Tattooed Love

“Babe, you said you would go!” Linda tugged on his arm, my theory now proven correct. He had lined her up for a quickie. Scum much?

“Yeah, you should go,” I said as I cocked my head to the side. “In fact, you should bring El, she would love it.”

Linda frowned at me and asked, “Who is El?”

“His girlfriend,” I said nonchalantly, brushing it off like I was talking about the weather. “A really good friend of mine.” I looked Linda in the eye, “Like a sister, I would do anything for her. You know…” I trailed off.

Fear flickered in her eyes, and she unclamped herself from Jax. Looks like my reputation hadn’t softened. Did I care about him cheating on El? Hell no. But Linda having her paws all over him bothered me. So sue me, I did it for myself, and to ruin the quickie he had lined up.

Jax shook his head at me and his glare could’ve shattered glass, but I shrugged it off and turned my back to him. He wanted to be a jerk; I was just paying him back.

“Actually, I was thinking of inviting the boys, you know, Cole and the gang,” Jax said behind me, his statement sounding awfully a lot like a threat.

“Oh yeah, they would enjoy it,” I replied coolly, taking him up on his bluff. The boys wouldn’t care if I went to a high school party; they knew it was like childcare anyway.

People spewing their cheap alcohol they had stolen from mummy and daddy’s cupboard, then grinding drunkenly into each other. And then there was always that girl, crying when she found her player of a boyfriend cheating on her.

“So come to my house tonight… early if you want,” Andy whispered in my ear, before winking and walking off.

Dude, if he thought he was getting lucky, he had another thing coming. I wouldn’t be gettingthatdrunk. Well, I hoped not.

“My brother wanted me to give you this,” Jax said as pulled on my shoulder, spinning me to face him, and then stuffing a piece of paper in my hand. “Seeing you have no standards, I thought I would pass it on.”

His eyes screamed hate, but his posture screamed jealousy. I took a step up to him and he froze, as my chest touched his, leaning into his ear. “Accept my apology,” I purred, my voice a seductive swirl.

After his insult, he would have been expecting me to punch him, scream at him, all the things I would normally do but he was jealous and I knew it, so I had the upper hand.

I felt his body tense as I leaned against his chest. We ignored Linda’s scoff of disgust, and the fact that I’d just lost my place in the queue. He placed a hand on my lower back and leaned into my own ear.

“Mean it, and I will.”

I pulled back and cocked my head, to look him in the eye. “I did,” I whispered.

“You don’t mean anything. You only think of one person. Yourself.” He arched an eyebrow as if willing me to challenge him.

That wasn’t true! How dare he stand here and call me a cold hearted bitch!

“You know what Jax?” I pulled myself away from him, his hand falling off my back, “I must have standards, because the last time I checked, I hadn’t screwed you.”

I didn’t wait for his reaction; instead I stormed off, leaving the uptight, screw-anything-that-walks, self-centered, pathetic bikie behind.

As I slammed the canteen doors open, it hit me how hungry I was. Stupid man had cost me my meal. Now I hated him even more.

Chapter 20

“It’s a bit short Am.”

I stopped twirling and I rolled my eyes at Tyler, clipping the back of my earring closed.

“Don’t like it Ty?” I arched an eyebrow?

“Are you guys going tonight?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Cole is,” he smirked. “I wonder why.”

“He’s pathetic,” I muttered darkly, and pulled the hem of the black dress down slightly. Yeah, it was tight and it showed off my assets, but what was the point in going out looking a rag doll? Everyone went out to impress, whether they liked to admit it or not. “Bloody Jax.” I added.

“Yeah, he has a way of being a jerk when he wants to,” Tyler said, seated on the edge of my bed.

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