Just when you think it's going to be happy ever after...what will happen now?

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"Angel! Could you concentrate for maybe a second?" her director exasperated yet again. This was the fourth time he had to snap her back to the set from dreamland. She was supposed to be shooting a scene from Cara Cara's upcoming movie, Boning Amy, but she couldn't keep her mind off of the past few weeks.

Things had seemed back to normal for her and Jax, they even retreated to the roof of Teller-Morrow Auto Shop again for long over-due conversations in the middle of the night. Any and all awkwardness that had ever been between them while he was with Tara had completely diminished.

Angel couldn't help but smile a little when she thought about having one of her best friends back. She couldn't help but feel butterflies in her belly either, just the thought of those blue eyes and that toned body drove her to the brink of ecstasy. She smiled bigger, nothing had changed there.

They had seen each other a dozen times since he had promised her he was going to get their friendship back on track and Angel couldn't be more thrilled at the turn out. She just wished she could tell him how she truly felt, how when she saw him she just wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck the shit out of him. But most of all, she wanted to tell him that he was the most important person in the world to her and that she loved him.

It had taken a lot for her to actually admit that the feelings she had felt for Jax were genuine. She was scared of getting hurt again and his reputation wasn't promising. She hadn't loved anybody since Braxton and the feeling was so fresh that Angel couldn't figure out what to do with it. If she told him how she felt would he accept her?

Would he want her even though she was a porn star? She had always thought Jax was to good for her, what if he thought the same? She didn't think she could risk it. Losing him, even as a friend, would be the hardest thing she'd have to face if he didn't feel the same way.

*snap snap* Angel looked in the direction of the person whose hand was in her face snapping to get her attention. Ima stood there looking annoyed, "can we shoot this already? I've got an appointment to get a spray tan in like 30 minutes."

Angel still hadn't forgotten the night almost a month ago at the club house, how she watched Ima lead Jax to the dorms and how she no doubt fucked him. She still hadn't forgotten how she had caught Ima in a very compromising position with her ex Braxton almost 6 years ago! Hell would have to freeze over for Angel to allow this little bimbo to snap at her for attention like she was a dog.

"Snap your fingers in my face again and I'll fucking break them," Angel heard the seriousness that her voice possessed, "test me." Ima rolled her eyes, "who the fuck do you think you are? Just because your mommy ran this place doesn't mean you have the right to talk to me like that. News flash bitch, your mom's dead. I'm top priority now, you're just here to suck the cocks that I'm to good for. "

Angel felt the impact of her fist connect with Ima's face before what she had said even fully registered in her brain. She was seeing red. Disrespecting her was one thing, but to bring her deceased mom into the equation and disrespecting her family so severely would not be taken lightly.

She drew back her arm again, this time aiming for the side of her head. Arms suddenly wrapped around her and dragged her away from Ima, who was holding her nose which was now gushing blood all over her metallic gold piece of fabric doubling as a shirt.

She struggled against whoever it was that had hold of her, a string of profanities directed at Ima being screamed at full volume. "I'll break every fucking bone in your anorexic body if you EVER disrespect my mother again you fucking whore!"

"Angel! Calm the fuck down!" Dylan, one of the camera men voiced as he dragged her into the front of the warehouse away from Ima. 'Fuck that' she thought to her-self as Dylan let go of her and she took off towards the back again. Ima deserved the ass whooping that Angel was going to deliver.

Since the night Ima had hooked up with Jax she had thought she was Queen Bee around the Cara Cara warehouse. For weeks she had made snide remarks about Angel when she thought she was out of ear shot. Ima had this coming!

Dylan caught her by the arm pulling her back as her director came flying through the door, "get out of here, I'm sorry Angel but I can't have that shit on my set. I'll call you in a few days when the swelling in Ima's face goes down so we can finish the shoot."

"Bullshit!" Angel was livid, how dare she catch hell for something that skank had asked for, "she fucking deserved it and you know it Barry!" She watched as he shifted uncomfortably, "be that as it may, you swung on her. I don't tolerate violence on my sets. You need to leave."

Angel fought the urge to deck Barry, he was siding with the devil as far as she was concerned, and marched out to her car, "Fuck all of you!" she screamed out of her window as she pealed out of the parking lot. She saw Lyla run out the front door as she was directing her attention back to the road.

She'd have to shoot her a text later, now there was only person she wanted to see. As she sped toward the Teller-Morrow Auto Shop, Angel was determined to confront Jax about that piece of white trash he had fucked a few weeks ago. Why Ima instead of her-self? What was so wrong with her that he couldn't have chosen to bring her back to his dorm instead of settling on rancid over used pussy?

She whipped into the parking lot and jumped out of her car, adrenaline still pumping she made her way towards the club house. She saw the men in the garage staring at her, drool practically dripping from their mouths. She flipped them all off before realizing, to late, why they were staring so intently.

With all the bullshit happening at the warehouse Angel had left before changing her clothes. She was now parading around an auto shop filled with men wearing nothing more than a strapless red leather bustier, a tiny black leather micro mini skirt, thigh high fence net stockings and knee-high leather stiletto boots! Even if she was a porn star, being this exposed in public made her uncomfortable.

She almost ran back to her car, but then her adrenaline gave her a swift kick in the ass and she remembered why she was here. Marching into the club house she found Tig at the bar, "where the fuck is Jax?" Tig's eyes grew as round as saucers, "damn baby girl, why do you need Jax? I can take care of you," Angel smiled a little. She knew Tig was a flirt but right now she just wanted Jax.

"I don't need you to take care of me Tiggy baby, I just need Jax," she was oozing sexuality. "Dorms sweet heart," Tig said nodding towards the back. Before he could get out another word she was half-way across the room. She hesitated briefly outside of Jax's door feeling like she was about to walk into the lion's den.

Before she could chicken out she threw the door open and walked in, obviously startling him. He was standing at the foot of the bed. She noticed his hair was wet and he wasn't wearing a shirt, he must have just gotten a shower. His eyes went hazy while he looked her up and down, any and all questions she had wanted to scream at him left her head as she got the immediate urge to jump him where he stood.

Between her adrenaline and her instincts she walked to him and pushed him back against the wall with such force he stumbled backwards. Her mouth found his in a blaze of heat and passion. She could feel that heat making its way down her belly and settling in between her legs making her deepen their kiss. She could feel his body tense as he let out a small groan, his hands found her hair, gently tugging it so her head went back. His mouth found her neck and began teasing her with little nibbles up and down it and her jaw bone.

She clung to him, her mind completely consumed by his body pressed against hers. Little explosions were going off in her brain, this is what she had wanted since she was 16. She sighed a little as his mouth found hers again and his hands found her ass, palming it he lifted her onto his hips and carried her to the bed. There was no time left, it was all just one moment as she felt the mattress beneath her.

She ran her hands down his arms and brought them back up his back, gently running her nails over the length of the reaper tattoo on his back. He gasped and buried his head in her neck. "Fuck Ima," she heard come out of her mouth in a hoarse whisper. She felt his body stiffen as he drew back away from her and looked at her confused, "Ima? What the fuck does she have to do with any of this?"

Jax's POV

She felt so good beneath him, her body bucking just a little as he pressed his hips into her. He had been pleasantly surprised when she had thrown his door open in nothing but a little bit of leather and thigh highs. She was almost to sexy and he had almost lost control, luckily he didn't have to.

Once she slammed him against the wall he was already at a full tension and by the time he had hoisted her into his arms he had a serious ache in his groins. He couldn't count how many times he had thought about doing this, how many times he wished he could just wrap his arms around her and never let her go.

The past few weeks had been amazing and Jax wasn't about to ever let anything or anyone come between him and Angel ever again. In the back of his mind he had known he loved her for some time, she was just always so untouchable. Right now, however, she was VERY touchable and he planned on running his hands over every inch of her tight body.

The fireworks were exploding in his brain. Nothing else in the world mattered to him at this moment. He felt her nails being dragged up his back and he couldn't stop the groan from escaping his lips. The smell of her was driving him crazy and he wanted nothing more than to unzip his pants, rip her panties off, and plunge deep inside of her…then she said the one thing that could pierce his skull.

"Fuck Ima," it was barely audible, nothing more than a raspy whisper. Was that what this was about? Jax pushed himself away from her, "Ima? What the fuck does she have to do with any of this?" She smiled lazily, "it's nothing Jax, it's just since you two hooked up she's been thinking she's the boss over at Cara Cara and that she like owns you or something. And today she said some ignorant shit which earned her a broken nose."

She leaned forward to kiss him again but he pulled away further, "is that what this is about? Showing up Ima!?" For the second time in all of his 29 years he felt his heart start to break. He had thought she had come to see him because she felt the same as he did, that she couldn't fight it anymore. Shit, if she hadn't of made a move soon he would have.

She hesitated for a second before shaking her head, "Jax no!" She reached for him but he was already off the bed pacing at the foot of it. Her hesitation was enough to confirm to him what was running through his mind, she didn't share the same feelings for him as he did her. She had come over just to even the score with Ima.

Jax wasn't one to take any offense to a woman using him just for his dick, he used more women just for pussy then he could even count, but this was different. Angel was the only woman he had ever loved besides Tara. He had thought she had felt the same connection between them because the past few weeks they had spent together were some of the most fun either of them had in a while.

She was on her knees on the bed in an instant, "Jax please listen…" "get the fuck out," he cut her off as he continued to pace the length of the room in frustration. "Jax stop! Listen to me please!" She reached for his arm again, he flinched away from her touch. He wasn't about to listen to her explain to him about how she didn't love him back, his heart was already hurting and he wasn't about to let her rip it out.

"I said," he repeated as he stopped pacing and came to face her, "get the fuck OUT!" His voice was mean and for a second he felt bad when he saw the hurt look on her face, she spoke quietly, "please let me explain…" Jax had enough, "I don't want to hear whatever the fuck it is you have to say, I just want you to Get. The. Fuck. Out."

He watched as she slowly crawled to the edge of the bed and stood up, he felt the tension returning between his legs as she pulled the skirt back down over her round ass. She turned to face him, "can I please borrow a shirt? I feel so uncomfortable walking around so many men wearing this."

He wasn't feeling generous, "you're a porn star, strutting around looking like a slut isn't anything new to you. Why don't you go suck somebody's dick for a shirt? Be a good little whore" Jax saw the tears well up in her eyes and he felt the pain shoot right threw him. Even he knew when he had crossed the line, and that had definitely sprinted across it.

He knew when he was hurt he re-coiled and built walls. His whole life he had been an arrogant, defensive person when he felt like he was backed into a corner. He had been about ready to give Angel his heart just to have her attempt to use him to one-up a filthy whore he had drunkenly brought to his dorm room almost a month ago. He felt like she had led him on and that was the last thing Jax Teller would ever allow.

Angel's POV

She stood there shocked, the tears were threatening to spill over her eyes at any second. He had never said anything so mean to her the entire time she had known him. She felt like he had just ripped her heart out of her chest and stomped on it. He stared at her, almost daring her to speak.

It wasn't possible for her day to get any worse, "go to hell" was all she managed to say before the water works started. She hated him for making her cry like this, "you're a stubborn asshole Jax! If you would've just shut the fuck up for a second I could've told you that I came here to ask you why!? Why her!?" Angel felt her eyes drying and her anger returning.

"Why didn't you take me to your dorm room that night Jax? Am I not fucking good enough for you!? I guess I don't need to ask now though, you think I'm just a whore who would suck a guy off for a t-shirt." She was shaking as she turned on her heel and marched out, slamming the door behind her.

As she slid into the driver seat of her car all the day's events caught up to her and the tears began flowing freely again. What had even just happened? She touched her lips still swollen from his kiss and her heart started breaking. She pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards her apartment above the flower shop. She needed a hot shower and the one person who could make the sun shine on the rainiest of days…she needed to go visit her dad…