Red.
Rage.
She cautiously backed away, peering at Bradley. “You need to go.”
“I need to go?” he argued, only looking at her. “Is it true? Is he your kid’s dad? Because you told me he wasn’t around, and he had no interest in—”
“Let’s get one thing straight, Bradley. I’m here to ask her to marry me. Does that sound like I’m not interested, asshole?”
“Marry you?” She gasped. “Have you lost your mind?”
“No, but I’m sure as shit about to lose my temper if he doesn’t leave. Which would you like to see first, Soph?”
“Stop calling me that!”
“You used to love it when I called you that. Especially when my cock was in your—”
“Oh my God! Do you have no filter?”
“You, more than anyone, know I don’t. I’m not going to repeat myself again, Sophie. You know what…” I was done playing games. In one quick move, I forcefully gripped onto his arm. “Since you won’t leave, I have no problem throwing your ass out.”
She went for my hands. “Stop it!”
I didn’t listen to her. I was used to three-hundred-pound men trying to tackle me to the ground. This was nothing compared to what my body went through on the daily.
In three strides, I tossed his ass out the door and slammed it in his face before I snapped around to get into hers.
“You need to go change because I can’t talk to you when your tits are in my face!”
In a matter of seconds, her hand was flying toward my face, but I caught it midair.
“Sophie,” I snarled, hanging on by a very thin thread. “I have no patience left. I’ve reached my max. Now go fucking change!”
She yanked her wrist out of my grasp. “I guess nothing’s changed, huh? You still think you can boss me around?”
“When you act like a child, you leave me no choice but to treat you like one.”
“Child?” she boomed, rip-roaring mad.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying it. Pissed off Sophie was always my favorite.
“I’m a grown-ass woman! I am not that naive girl you fucked over, Jax!”
“That’s rich coming from you, considering you’re the one who left my bed and vanished into thin air seven years ago. So tell me, Soph, out of all the times I was inside of you that night, which time did we make a baby?"
Her jaw clenched, and her hands fisted at her sides. “I already told you. He’s. Not. Yours.”
* * *
I was going to make her regret that lie.
SIX
SOPHIE
I walked away from him and went to change, needing a minute to compose my thoughts. The anxiety I felt all day wasn’t from Ben, it was from him.
Jax.