Page 30 of Chaos

After all this time, I’m still drawn to him.

Another man jeers from the corner. “Only you could have your ex-wife at your bachelor party, man. What’s the fucking luck?”

Jax stiffens in his seat, playing with the rings on his tattooed fingers.

In that moment, seeing him again, I’d forgotten about his asshole of a brother. I can feel Brody’s cold stare on me. I don’t even want to give him the satisfaction of a glance.

He doesn’t deserve anything from me. I ran out of New York so quickly he didn’t even get a chance to grovel. That’s how I used some of Jax’s money–to pay for that annulment and never see Brody again.

The girls all get to work on the guys. The music pounds in my ears, yet all I can hear is my blood rushing.

Shit, am I going to pass out?

I swallow, taking a step forward. I can’t pass up on this tonight. I need the money to pay for Maeve’s treatments. She deserves better, and Brody sure as hell isn’t taking this from her.

“Hey, bro, you finally get to meet Sofia.” Brody’s deep voice cuts through the air and chills run down my spine.

I finally settle my gaze on my ex-husband and feel absolutely nothing. However, as I peer left, taking in Jax, I notice that he has only gotten more fine in the last two years. More ripped and even more rough around the edges. The way his tight black tee is hugging every bulging muscle, the black ripped jeans and boots, give him a bad boy aura that makes my knees weak.

A wave of anger washes over me. Since the last time I saw him, I’ve been struggling with bringing up our daughter on my own, and he’s been befriending Brody. Clearly, I meant nothing to him. Why else would he do that after fucking me?

He got what he wanted.

Screw them both.

I scan the room and kick my ass into gear. I can avoid those two–they have plenty of friends here I can make a chunk of cash from. I beeline in on the one I don’t recognize. Tatted, with a grin on his lips, while watching me with amusement.

He’s not like the other suited guys with Brody.

Resting my arms on his chair, I get to work, swaying my hips and biting down on my lip.

“Well, hello, gorgeous.” He winks at me. His rough fingers brush against my chest as he stuffs a bill in there.

I swear I can feel the daggers from Jax behind me. The guy leans forward, his black hair brushing against my jaw.

“This just got interesting, didn’t it?” he whispers. I nod, brushing myself against his thigh, and letting my hands slide down the front of my body. He has no idea.

“I’m just here to keep you guys happy.” I give him a broad, fake smile.

He leans back in his chair. “Turn around, then. I’m more of an ass man.”

I flick my hair over my shoulders and spin on my heel, pushing my hips out further for him. Holding back a grin, I cast my gaze over to Jax.

His jaw is tight, and his fists are clenched. So I put an extra sway in my movements, grinding on this guy's lap with as much fake desire as I can muster.

Darkness flashes across Jax’s face as I cup my breasts. It makes me give him a pouty face and stick my tongue out towards my own nipple to tease him.

The guy clears his throat behind me, so I turn to face him. I resist eye rolling as he stares at my tits. He holds a wad of cash in his hand and gestures for me to lean closer.

As I do, his hot breath, laced with whiskey, hits against my cheek.

“Take this, go and dance for that guy.” He points behind me. I know exactly who he means.

I follow his finger and land on Jax.

It’s a lot of money.

When I turn back to him, he has a knowing smirk on his lips. Enough to tell me he wants to cause trouble.

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