Page 20 of Harmonizing Hearts

Mind.

Soul.

The chimes of the elevator makes him break the kiss, leaving me breathless. He takes my hand and walks me out of the elevator.

“Jax, where are we?” I ask again.

He opens the door and I step inside. “We’re home, baby.”

“You already moved in?”

“This house is waiting for you.” Seeing my confusion he steps closer, “I want you to move in with me, Em.”

As I slip on my crisp black tuxedo, jealousy continues to gnaw at me from within. Every button I fasten feels like a reminder of the memories that haunt me. The recollection of that celebration party from last month, where Emma and Trey fucking Renolds left together, still lingers in my mind like a stubborn stain. He’s a new member and I was so close to kicking his ass out of my Club because he had the nerves to touch what’s mine. I can’t help but question if she spent the night with him. Was it just a flirty way to piss me off, or something more? The uncertainty claws at my chest, and I find it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand.

As I adjust my tie, the image of Emma’s radiant smile flashes before me, and I can’t deny the way it made my heart skip a beat, but my possessive nature takes hold, fueling the fire of jealousy that consumes me. I comb my fingers through my dark, tousled hair, trying to shake off these thoughts. I know it’s irrational to let jealousy consume me like this, especially when I haven’t even discussed it with her. But the image of them together, their laughter and his hands over her hips while dancing, triggers a whirlwind of emotions that I can’t simply brush aside.

As I lace up my polished dress shoes, I take a deep breath, attempting to regain control over my racing thoughts. Emma deserves my trust, and I shouldn’t let baseless doubt taint what we now have. I can’t let the shadows of past uncertainties undermine our connection, not now that we finally seem to be on the same page.

Tonight, I’ll put on a brave face, knowing Emma will be by my side. I’ll push aside these feelings of jealousy and focus on finally enjoying something I haven’t in a long time. With a final glance in the mirror, I resolve to let go of the jealousy that has consumed me for far too long and head toward the door.

Knocking on Emma’s door, my heart pounds with a mix of anticipation and unease. Emma opens a few seconds later, her eyes twinkling with mischief, blissfully unaware of the storm raging within me.

“Hey handsome,” she greets, moving away from the doorway, letting me come in.

I bend down and kiss her before making my way inside. “Hi, baby.” I force a smile.

“I’ll be ready in ten minutes more or less.” She giggles, “Angel had the brilliant idea to discuss the gala next month.”

I take a deep breath, mustering the courage to confront my fears head-on. “Em,” I begin, my voice betraying a trace of vulnerability, “can we talk for a moment?”

She turns to me, her gaze full of warmth. “Of course.”

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry as I pat on the couch. “That night at the club, after the celebration party last month… I saw you leave with that guy. Did anything happen between you two?”

“Jax…” she sighs.

I rack my hand through my hair, “I need to know.”

“Why?” she asks with a cock of a brow.

“Because I’m fucking jealous of anyone who’s near what’s mine.” I grunt my eyes glued to her, “Did he?”

Emma’s face softens, and she places a comforting hand on my arm. “No, we took separate paths right outside the club. There was nothing between us, I just wanted to make you jealous.”

Relief washes over me, as I make her sit on my lap. “You little brat,” I kiss her on her lips, “do you realize how much I’m into you? How much you mean for me?”

“Communication is the key,” she whispers on my lips.

“It is, little one.” I rest my forehead on her, “Go get ready. You have five minutes.”

Her eyes widened. “What if I’m not ready?” she teases with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

“I’ll come to pick you up no matter what you wear and go to Royals.” I smirk at the idea of taking her on a tour on the exclusive part of my club.

“You wouldn’t do that.” She smiles, leaning on me. My cock gets at attention as she grinds over me.

“Try me, baby girl.” I grab her ass and pull her closer, “Time is ticking.”

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