Before I’m able to tell the bitch where to go, Jaxson steps in front of me, getting in her face. “Back off! You don’t know anything about her. You got a problem with me, fine, but you fucking leave her out of it.” It takes her down a notch. She shifts on her feet and takes a nervous swallow. “I’m sorry, Jax, I’ve just missed you.” Jax? No one calls him that but me and it sends my already heated blood rising to a dangerous temperature. I hate that I’m caught up in this embarrassing scene and everyone is staring. But most of all, I’m mad that Jaxson is nothing more than a manwhore.
