Jesus christ, what the fuck did I just do!

I paced back and forth in the dressing room, gnawing on my bottom lip, waiting for Jax to show up.

Why in the world would I say I was getting married! To Jax, of all people?

God damn, Mel. It's bad enough you have to lie to your mother about your line of work. You are far from being a nurse's assistant.

The dressing room door flew open, with worry fully blown in Jax's blue eyes.

"Mel, are you alright? What's the emergency? Is that fucking director harrassing you again? Don't worry, I'll take car..."

"No, no, it's not about Lionel. "

He walked closer to me, trying hard to keep his eyes on mine due to my very revealing choice of wardrobe.

"Then, what is it? I left in the middle of church. Clay and the guys aren't too happy about it. What's going on?"

"I, kind of, well I told my mom I was engaged.. to you. She's coming to visit tomorrow to help plan the wedding."

Jax's worry diminished and he started to laugh.

"Mel, why the hell would you say we are getting married?"

"Because, I am so sick and tired of being hounded that I don't have a man in my life. This will finally shut my mother up if she sees me get "married."

Jax walked past me, and sat down in the chair.

"You should move your stuff into my place. I'll have the prospect drop by your house and help you."

"Really? You're going to play along with this?"

"Yeah, of course I am. I see how she torments you about your love life. I'd love to throw this in her face."

I screamed in delight, and threw my arms around him, holding my best friend tightly.

He smiled, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I pulled back, sitting on his lap.

"Just so you know, you are allowed to continue to sleep with other women. Don't let the fake engagement stop you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I encourage it."

"I always wanted to be in an open relationship. I knew I proposed to you for a reason."

We started to laugh, not noticing Ima, one of my co-stars, standing in the doorway.

She looked at me with suspicion before she started talking.

"Mel, you ready? If we don't get our narrow asses out there, Luanne is going to lose her shit."

I got up from Jax's lap.

"I'll be right there."

"Hey, what are you doing tonight?"

"Uh, besides helping you move your shit in, nothing. Why?"

"Luanne is throwing a party tonight round twelve here at the studio. You wanna go?"

He moved his face closer to mine, leaving our lips only inches apart from each other.

"Are you asking me out on a date, Melanie Torres?"

"I am. What do you say?"

"Yeah, I'll go. I gotta show off my new fiance anyways," he smacked my ass playfully.

"Easy, tiger. Save that enthusiasm for my mom."

I pulled my auburn hair back into a lose ponytail as I walked into Jax's kitchen.

I opened the refridgerator door, only finding cases and cases of beer.

Does this man ever eat?

"Alright Mel, I cleared out a couple draws and made space for you in the closet," Jax picked up his pack of cigarettes off of the kitchen table, pulling one out with his mouth.

"You only have beer in here."

"What's your point?", he lit the end of his cigarette with his dark blue lighter.

I grabbed two beers, handing him one.

"My point is when do you eat?"

"I technically just moved back in since Abel came home last week. I haven't gotten the chance to restock my fridge."

"Leave it to me. I'm a girl who likes to eat. This fridge and these cabinets will be packed."

"You got it. Oh, and one more thing. Just to make this official."

Jax reached into his pocket, revealing an off white jewelry box.

He opened it, revealing a large square shaped diamond with small diamonds encrusted around the band itself.

"Holy shit, Jax."

"Yeah. It's a loan from Nancy, the shop owner. She owes us since we run protection for her store."

He removed the ring from the box, sliding it onto my left ring finger.

"Yes, I'll marry you."

He smiled, setting the now empty jewelry box on the kitchen table.

That large engagement ring added a good three pounds to my left hand.

"It's heavy."

"Ten carots, darlin'. Your man don't play."

"Thank you for going along with this. It means alot to me."

"Anytime you need a fake husband, I'm your guy."

Abel started to cry from the nursery.

"I got it," we said in unison.

"I got it, Jax. If I'm going to be living here for a while, I might as well help out with Abel."

"Thanks, Mel."

"Don't mention it."

He's never shared a place with any woman except for Wendy. Though, it wasn't that enjoyable unless they were having sex. Truthfully, that's really all they had in that relationship. When they weren't in the bedroom, they would be at each other's throats. But, living with Mel. It was definitely going to be fun. She was his best friend next to Op.

"Thanks Neeta for watching Abel," Jax slid on his kutte, picking up his keys to his car on the table by the door.

"You're welcome, honey. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Why is Melanie staying here? Have you two finally decided to give an actual relationship a shot?"

"What? With Melanie? No, nothing like that. We are doing this to trick her mom into thinking she's in a relationship."

"With you? That's interesting."

"How is that interesting?"

"I'm sure you will figure it out on your own."

"Figure what out?"

Jax's jaw dropped when he saw Melanie come out of his.. their bedroom. She was wearing a strapless royal purple colored dress that stopped above the knees paired with black leather pumps. Her beautiful red hair blown out straight. Her smoky brown eye makeup made her brown eyes appear lighter.

"Close your mouth, child. Flies might actually get in," Neeta teased, snapping Jax out of it, causing him to blush.

"You look gorgeous."

"Thanks. Hey, Neeta."

I went over to her and hugged her.

"Hey sweetheart. You look beautiful as always."

"Thank you. How's your mom?"

"She's hanging in there, thanks for asking. "

"When you see her again, can you tell her I said hi?"

"Will do. You two get out of here and enjoy yourselves. You knock 'em dead, okay?"

"Okay. Jax, you ready to go?"

"After you, " he opened the front door, stepping aside.

"I figured we take the truck. I know it can't be comfortable sitting on the back of the bike in a dress."

"Such a gentleman."

When we arrived at the party, it was in full swing. There was even a member of the club being ridden by one of my co-workers, Gina on the orange couch in the corner.

As Jax rested his hand against my lower back, Ima and a few croweaters found their way to Jax, running their hands all over him.

"Have fun," I kissed him on the cheek before heading over to the bar.