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Chapter 1

"Hey Dee?"

Delaney Morrow looked up at the man who was standing in the doorway of the office. She noticed the slightly angry look on her face and couldn't help but wonder why he seemed so mad at her.

"Yes Jax?"

Jackson Teller looked at his friend slightly angry while she sat at the desk in the office at Teller-Morrow.

"Wanna tell me why you stood up Mike last night?" Jax asked as he crossed his arms across his chest.

Delaney couldn't help but sigh in anger.

"Jax how many times do I gotta tell you that I don't want you fixin me up? And Mike? I mean come on Jax. I do have taste. I also got morals too. I wouldn't go out with a man who was an even bigger man whore then Tig. He has an old lady too and I sure as hell ain't a home wrecker like the sweet butts and crow eaters yall parade around here."

Jax couldn't help but laugh when he saw how angry she was standing there with her hands on her hips. He also couldn't help but wonder just why she didn't want to be fixed up. Then it seemed her words clicked in his head.

"He's married? Since when?" Jax asked outraged.

"He married Michelle Simmons four months ago. Those two weeks off he took four months ago was for the wedding and honeymoon." Delaney explained as she sat back down to finish the invoices for the garage so she could go home.

"Sorry Dee. I didn't know." Jax said as he hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

Delaney gave him a playful shove before looking up at him.

"Listen to me very closely Jackson. I don't need you settin me up with one of your buddies. I have no problem finding my own man. So it stops here alright?"

Jax just nodded before heading to the clubhouse. Delaney just sighed and finished the last invoice. She soon felt her phone vibrating from where it was clipped to her belt. She flipped it open and couldn't help but smile at the message.

We still on for tonight? I might b a little late due to party.

Delaney quickly typed in a reply before slipping her phone back into its holster. She still had to go to the clubhouse to talk to Clay even though she had no desire to go in there when the guys had parties there, but she had to because Clay wanted to talk to her. She looked at her clothes which consisted of jeans that fit her hips, thighs, and ass snugly, a black button up shirt, and her black high heeled boots. She quickly pulled her hair out of its clip and let it tumble in long auburn curls down her back, stopping at the swell of her ass. She then unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. Under her shirt she had a black satin and lace corset on with dark gray ribbons tying it shut in the back. She wished she had her make-up bag with her but then just shrugged her shoulders as if to say 'oh well'.

'What am I doin? I look no better than one of those crow eaters or sweet butts.' Delaney thought with a frown.

She knew exactly why she was doing it though. So she quickly finished the invoices, turned off the lights, and locked the door behind her. She then walked over to the clubhouse hesitantly. Since Jax had given her a ride in to work this morning, she wasn't carrying her purse like she normally did. She then wondered how she would get home since she knew Jax was with Tara and Abel.

'Dad will find someone to take me home.'

Delaney couldn't help but smile at her thought. Delaney was Clay's daughter from the woman he was dating when he was thirty. Growing up Jax and Opie always told her they thought it was funny that Delaney and Clay were exactly thirty years apart since she had been born on his thirtieth birthday. Delaney loved her father so much. Since her mother had run off after she had been born, Clay had taken full responsibility and raised her by himself with the help of John and Gemma Teller. When Gemma and Clay married, Delaney couldn't help but be happy. She always loved Gemma, and she loved that she finally had a mother.

'Wonder what they think if they knew the truth. Would they be angry if they knew my last name was no longer the same as theirs?' Delaney couldn't help but think worried.