Page 31 of Chaos

I snatch up the wad.

“Coming to me, boo?” I recoil at Brody’s words. Like hell am I going anywhere near him.

But, Jax, I can play games with.

I can imagine he doesn’t want his brother to find out what he did.

Ignoring my irritating ex-husband, I head towards Jax.

With each step closer, my body ignites.

“It looks like she’d rather fuck your brother, man!” one of the guys calls out.

I look to Jax to see his reaction.

But he’s too busy looking at me like he wants to devour me.

Shit.

EIGHTEEN

Song- want me, Ex Habit.

Holy fuckin’ shit.

Sofia.

Electricity shoots through me the closer she gets, with a fire in her eyes.

The woman who I’ve fucked my own cock dreaming about for two whole years. The rhinestones on that black mesh bra, that pushes up those beautiful breasts perfectly, catch my attention for a brief second.

But it’s her eyes that captivate me. The ones I see in my dreams when I do sleep.

I clear my throat, the silence in the room almost deafening. You could cut the atmosphere with a bloodied knife.

She stops in front of me, that sweet strawberry scent washing over me. I keep my hands gripped to the chair to resist touching her.

I rake my eyes up her body, the knee-high black leather boots covering those slender legs I remember tightly wrapped around me. Her panties match the black, sparkly bra. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, thinking about how good her ass looked covered in my bite marks.

“Oh, fuck,” one of his asshole corporate friends shout. As I look over, the other is too busy snorting a line of coke from the table in front before slamming his palm on the table, looking up at Sofia with a sleazy grin.

I lean back in my chair, gripping onto the arms, spinning the rings on my fingers. I need to distract myself, keep my ass firmly in this seat, so I don’t pick her up and take her home.

She shouldn’t be here. This isn’t her. What the hell did she do with all the cash I gave her?

I tense as I watch Brody rubbing his hands along his thighs, watching his ex-wife like a feral animal.

“Hey, Sofia. Five hundred dollars to dance for B. He’s always going on about how he misses your ass. Go on, give him the send off he needs,” one of the dickheads calls out, and I grit my teeth.

With a wicked look in her eyes, she spins on her heels, so her ass is facing me. I do everything in my power not to groan out loud, and my dick is immediately standing to attention.

As if on perfect timing, two girls get busy entertaining Brody beside me. She backs up, and I open up my thighs. With every brush of her skin against my leg, I lose more and more control.

“Turn around,” I say under my breath, loud enough for her to hear.

She shakes her head subtly, sweeping up her maroon locks, giving me the perfect view of her tanned skin, now glistening.

“Look at me, Sofia.” I say it under my breath, keeping my tone dangerous.