Page 85 of Tattooed Love

I opened the door with closed eyes, waiting for any shouting but there was nothing; cracking one eye open, I noticed the room was empty.

Sighing with relief, I slammed the door behind me, making a beeline for the ensuite. Thank God whoever owned this house had a bedroom with ensuite.

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Drying my hands, I pulled the hem of my dress down again. Why did I wear such a short dress again? Oh right, to look drop dead hot.

What was the point again?

Sighing, I walked out of the ensuite and closed the door behind me. My eyes squinted as I struggled to see into the darkness.

“You look amazing tonight.”

I froze in the middle of the room and slowly turned around to see Jax sitting against the wall across the room, bottles of beers to his side, and one in his hand.

“But I bet you know that,” he added, his voice low.

Why hadn’t I noticed him when I entered the room? Oh right, I was completely in need of a toilet break.

“Thanks,” I said as I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, but then realized I couldn’t sit down without giving him a view. “I think?”

Jax took a long slip on his beer, his eyes studying me through the darkness. I shifted uncomfortably and crossed my arms.

“You can go. I am sure your date is waiting.” He shook his head darkly before chuckling darkly and taking a sip of his beer. “Amber and a high schooler. Funny.”

Narrowing my eyes at him, I knew something was off. Good deed Amber, time for that good deed. Slowly I walked across the room and slid down the wall next to him. Letting my legs lay out in front of me, the dress rising rather high for my liking. Jax looked at me sideways for a moment before drinking again.

“You alright?” I arched an eyebrow and looked at Jax’s profile and he continued to down the contents of the bottle.

“Does it matter?” he placed the empty bottle to his side, along with the others, and picked up a full one from the other side. “You can go.”

“Don’t be hormonal,” I muttered dryly.

Jax sat there with a blank expression. Fine, we could sit in silence, I didn’t care. This could be classed as a good deed, I reckoned.

“You like Andy?” Jax said as he lowered the bottle from his lips, still looking forward. “He’s a crap man. Can’t hold his liquor. Sleeps with anything that walks.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I don’t like Andy,” I said, my voice low. “You don’t have to try and make me think less of him.”

“Then, why did you come?”he said as he glanced at me sideways, “If you didn’t want to sleep with him?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged my shoulders “Mainly to piss you off, I guess.”

Jax and I looked at each other, our eyes level. A grin broke across his face and we both started laughing. I don’t know why I found it funny, but hearing him laugh made me want to laugh.

“I came to keep an eye on you,” Jax said, shaking his head. “In case you needed me. Like you would need me,” he scoffed and rolled his eyes before bringing the bottle to his lips.

I bit my bottom lip. He came for me, I came for him. Funny how things worked out like that.

“I walked in on Cole… with Linda,” I said as I shook my head. “My vision is now stained.”

Jax’s chuckle went deep and his chest rumbled heavily. “That’s just disgusting.”

“I know.” I laughed and shook my head. Jax slightly drunk was softer, it was like his defenses were down.

“So how much have you had to drink?” I glanced at all the bottles to his side; the empty ones. “A lot I am guessing?”

“Yeah, a few too many,” Jax said grinning, and shrugged his shoulders. “But it’s a party.”

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