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I drop the worn brass key into her hand and leave before the tears start to fall.

THIRTY-EIGHT

JAX

Song- Mine, Sleep Token.

While Sofia puts Maeve down for the night upstairs, I get busy with my ‘date night’ plans. It’s not so easy to organize this when you have a kid, so I thought I’d bring the experience to our home.

Sofia was upset yesterday. I’ve never wanted to punch a woman before. But hearing how nasty her roommate is, I’m glad she got away from that toxic bitch.

So I thought, tonight, once Maeve is down for the night, I’ll cook her a nice dinner and treat her like a damn princess. She deserves it. She might not like being spoiled, but that won’t stop me.

My girls will have everything they could ever dream of, I’ll make sure of it.

After lighting an obscene amount of candles to illuminate the dining room, I dim the lights and scatter yellow rose petals over the table, then place the chilled champagne in the center.

I clap my hands together, admiring my handiwork.

I want to know every single thing about her. Now I have her in my life, I can never let her go.

I’m plating up the pasta into fancy ass bowls as I hear Sofia creep down the stairs. I’m giddy excited, anticipating her reaction.

“Mr. Carter. What is this?”

“This, sweetheart, is our first official date.”

I sense her behind me without even turning. She slides her hands under my top, running them up my abs. I’m about ten seconds away from tossing the pasta across the room and jumping her. But I won't. I want this to be special.

“We’ve done all of this a bit backwards, haven’t we?” she giggles.

I drop the spoon in the saucepan and turn to face her.

The smile that lights up her face makes my heart race. The entire reason for my existence is this moment.

“There’s no right way to do anything, baby. I’d say the way we’ve done it is pretty damn incredible, don’t you think?” I press my nose against hers and grip her hips.

“I think so. Being here, with you, makes me happy. You really are one of the good ones, Jax.”

My eyes close. I’m not. I’m far from it. I never will be. But I’ll try my hardest for her.

“No, tigritsa. I’m not a good person at all.” I glide my nose along her smooth cheek, down to her neck.

“But that doesn’t matter. I will always be your good boy.”

She giggles as I suck on her throat and pat her ass.

“Now, it’s your turn to be a good girl for me. Go and sit down. We eat. We talk. And then…” I trail off.

She plants her hands on my chest, and her dark green eyes meet mine.

“And then, what?” she asks, biting down on that full bottom lip.

“I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Her lips form an ‘o’.

“Or do you want it slow and sweet?”

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