Page 9 of Game Changer
Jax pays the driver and then leads me through the elegant lobby to the elevators where we take a ride up to the fifty-fourth floor.I’m hanging on by a hair at this point.Also, my feet hurt.
Inside Jax’s condo, I kick off my pointy-toed shoes and wiggle my toes on the hardwood floor.As I was the first time I came here, I’m mind-boggled by the incredible views out his floor-to-ceiling windows.I drop my tote bag and toss my purse onto a couch as I pad on bare feet over to the windows, mesmerized.Far below us, streaks of light curve along Lake Shore, with other skyscrapers twinkling around us.For a moment, I stare out at the city, feeling lost and despondent.
“Here.”Jax speaks behind my in a low voice.
I turn and he hands me a glass of clear liquid.
“Gran Patrón,” he says.
“Perfect.”I take the glass and sip the tequila, savoring the smooth feel and the hint of citrus.Jax taught me to like tequila, which we often drink while we’re kicking ass at trivia contests.
With a glass in his own hand, he moves over to sit on one of a pair of long couches.“The beaver is the national emblem of what country?”
I tilt my head, a smile tugging at my reluctant lips.“Come on.That’s way too easy, my Canadian friend.”
He grins.
I wander over and sit on the couch opposite him, a big cocktail table between us.I take another sip of tequila.“What is the name of Batman’s butler?”
He shakes his head.“Alfred.”
“I guess if we’re going to practice, we need more challenging questions.”
“Yeah.”He drinks.“What are you going to do?”
I know exactly what he means.“I don’t know.”
I become aware that my purse is buzzing.“Shit.My phone.”
I lean and stretch out my arm to grab the purse.With my nose wrinkled up, I pull out my phone.It’s blowing up with about a thousand text messages and missed calls.I sigh.“I guess I should let some people know I’m okay.”
“Some people, meaning not Steve.”
“Yeah, I don’t give a shit if he’s worried.He probably doesn’t care anyway.”
“I’m sure he does.”
I shoot Jax a dark look.“Why?”
“He loves you, Molly.”
“Apparently not.”
He winces.
I ignore the messages from Steve.I don’t want to read his lies.Fucker.I send a message to our wedding planner, Katelyn Bennet, apologizing for what happened.I tell her to call me if she needs me.Then I tap in a few quick messages to my bridesmaids and to my mom and dad, not telling them where I am, just that I left and I’m fine.
I’m not really fine, but I have to say that.
“This is nuts.”I lay my head back.“I’m supposed to be celebrating right now.”
“Yeah.”We fall silent for a moment, then Jax says, “You should have seen the look on the officiant’s face when you read those messages.”
“ ‘I can’t stop thinking about fucking you?’”
“Yep.”He chuckles.“Holy shit, I thought his eyes were going to burst out of his head.”
I grin.“Well, I’m glad I provided some entertainment.”
