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This might be a mistake. A big one. There's something about her that has me questioning what the hell I’m doing.
But, as I slide in place in front of her, and her thighs hug my hips and her arms wrap around my waist, I know this night is just beginning.
She wants to forget. That’s something I can help with.
SEVEN
SOFIA
As soon as the bike comes to the stop in some fancy underground parking lot, I feel like I can breathe again.
Why I’m doing this, I don’t know. He seems more interested in me than going to the wedding. He promised me drinks. And that’s all I want.
To forget the utter embarrassment and hurt of the last few hours.
I tug Jax’s jacket tighter around me.
I don’t realize how firmly I’m gripping onto his muscular chest until he physically has to remove my hands to stand.
He slides the helmet off of my head, letting my tangled hair fall around my shoulders.
Instinctively, I use my fingers to run through my knotted locks. There’s a strange little feeling that I want to look better around him.
Probably because he’s so handsome. I shouldn’t be thinking about that. I got married to another man less than two hours ago.
“All good?” His deep voice grabs my attention.
I look up at him, holding his hand out to me.
“Yep.” I don’t trust myself to say much more.
He could be an asshole, like his brother. Hell, this could all be a setup and Brody is upstairs waiting for me.
Not that it matters. I’ll happily punch him again. Harder this time.
Placing a shaky hand in his, my body buzzes to life as his other palm lands on my hip and he helps me off the bike. Snatching free from him, I shuffle down the dress so it covers my legs again.
He pauses and watches me. “Sweetheart, I don’t bite.”
My mouth parts, ready with a quick retort. But the way his dark eyes burn into mine before a smile erupts on his face, revealing his perfect white teeth, tells me he’s clearly a joker.
“Come on.” He chuckles and gestures for me to walk beside him to the elevator. When he jabs the button with his ring-covered fingers, I notice the tattoo ink patterned across his knuckles and disappearing beneath his sleeve.
Seeing him in real light, he’s something else to look at. Tall, a dark scruffy beard that doesn’t disguise his chiseled jaw. And, damn, the way that shirt clings to his arms, he’s ripped.
Again, nothing like his brother. The only resemblance really is the curl in their hair. Except Jax’s is way darker, and his skin is more tan.
He turns his head to the left, sporting a boyish grin.
Great. He’s caught me checking him out. Luckily, the elevator pings and the door opens. I follow him in and position myself in the opposite corner, trying to put some space between us.
I’m clearly not thinking straight.
He leans against the mirrored wall and crosses his thick arms, making his biceps bulge. “You okay, Sofia?”
I give him a small smile and a nod.
I’m not. Deep down I’m hurt, I’m furious. I want to scream.