"Jesus Christ, Mel. That rock is huge."

Britt held my hand, studying every angle of my engagement ring.

"Who's the lucky guy?," she asked, letting go of my hand to take another sip of her beer.

"Jax."

She started to cough on the alcohol running down her throat and covered her mouth.

"Jax. As in Jax Teller?"

"You know another one?, " I smiled.

"Mel, I need every detail. When did this start and how?"

"It's not a real engagement, Britt. It's all for show."

"You lost me, sweetheart."

"My mother has this fear that if I don't get married soon, I will forever be alone. So to put her nagging to rest, I'm going to pretend to marry Jax."

"Mmm, I wouldn't mind pretending to be married to him. I know you've known him for years, so I have to ask.. You ever let him hit it?"

"Oh my god Britt, no! Of course not. "

"It's not like he's hard on the eyes, Mel. That man is fine as hell. If I were you, I'd take complete advantage of this so called engagement. Get him alone, and bang his brains out. Lord knows he could use it after all the drama with his baby mama."

"I'm not going to sleep with him. "

"You going to sit there and tell me you never thought about it?"

"I have, but it doesn't mean I'd act on it. Plus, he doesn't look at me like that."

"Please. Girl, how much do you wanna bet he has a couple of your movies in his porn stash?"

"He's never seen any of my movies."

"And you believe him... Jesus Mel, I need to teach you a thing or two about men."

"Britt, I think it's time you switch to coffee. "

"Let's make this a bet. Winner gets three grand."

"Deal."

Britt and I shook on it, both of us now anxious to see who was right.

I felt a large warm hand rest against the top of my back, making me turn away from Britt.

"Hey, that was fast. Couldn't get it up?"

"No such thing, darlin'. I told Ima I came here with you, that I was your date."

"Wait, you would rather hang out with me than get laid? Are you sure you're feeling okay?," I placed my hand on his forehead, checking for a fever.

He removed my hand from his head with his.

"Ima didn't take it very well," He turned his face to the side, revealing an inflamed red hand shaped mark on his cheek.

"Ah, so that's why your face is red. "

" I've experienced worse, believe me."

"I know. You actually have."

Britt cleared her throat to acknowledge she was still present.

"Jax, this is my friend, Britt. We work together."

"Hey."

"Hi," She bit her lip, her forest green eyes taking in every perfect detail of Redwood's Vp.

"You wanna get out of here? Get something to eat? I'm fucking starving. There's nothing to eat here, and I'm getting kinda bored."

"You're surrounded by porn stars and croweaters and you're bored? You sure you're not coming down with somethin?"

"I guess I'm not in the party kind of mood, Mel. "

"Yeah, I could eat. Just let me say goodbye to everyone, and I'll meet you outside."

"Okay."

Jax nodded, pulling his car keys out of his pocket, making his way to Cara Cara's exit.

Britt and I stood up from the bar stools, bringing each other into an embrace.

"Remember what I said."

"About the bet or sleeping with my best friend?"

"Both. I'll see you back here round noon?"

"I'll be here."

"I think this is the first time I'm sleeping in the same bed with a girl without actually having sex with her," Jax climbed into his bed, stripping his body down to his boxers.

"There's always a first for everything."

I finished brushing my teeth in the bathroom connected to his bedroom, switching off the light.

Thank god the room was currently dark. I know my eyes wouldn't leave that body which looked like it was sculpted by fucking gods.

I made it over to the bed, wrapping myself in as much blankets as possible.

I felt a sharp tug on the blankets, ridding me of all of them.

"Jax," I whined, yanking them back.

"Looks like I got a blanket hogger on my hands."

"Sorry, it's one of my many flaws."

"Really? This is the first flaw I ever noticed."

Was he flirting with me out of practice for what's to come starting tomorrow or was that genuine flirting?

It was hard to tell.

"You sure you don't want me to sleep in the guest room? My mom isn't here yet."

"We might as well get some practice in before your mom comes. Become as authentic as possible."

"Do you ever think you're going to get married again?"

"I am. To you, Mel."

"No, I'm serious. Like a legit marriage."

"I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. Seeing how my first one went, I might not. What about you? You think you'll actually settle down?"

"It's possible. But unlike how my mother feels, I'm fine if it doesn't."

I nodded, rolling my body over to face the closet.

"Night, Jax."

"Night, darlin'."

I waited until I heard light snoring next to me before I got up carefully from the bed.

I needed to find out if Britt was right or not.

Knowing Jax, he had his porn stash proudly set on display in his living room in the cabinet next to any other movies he owned.

I carefully made it out of the room, gliding across the carpeted floor.

I opened the cabinet, my index finger scanning the dvds.

Oh my god.

They weren't next to each other, but the movies were inside the cabinet.

Every single one.

Fuck. I can't believe I just lost three grand.

Even though I lost money, I can't help but wonder how often he watches these.

I should've never discovered the truth. Now my curiousity will drive me crazy until I find out how often.

Jax held Abel close to him while I started unpacking the groceries from the store.

"Hey, you okay? You hardly said a word since last night."

"Uh yeah, I'm fine. Just nervous. My mother tends to have that effect over me," I threw out the empty bag I was holding into the trash.

There was a soft knock at the door, both of us jumping slightly at the noise.

"Shit, she's here already. She said she'd be here by two."

"I got it. Just keep putting everything away."

Jax opened the door, smiling at Linda.

Linda moved her sunglasses to the top of her head, smiling at him.

"Jax, look at you. You got so handsome. I remember you were one wierd lookin' kid too."

"Good to see you too, Linda," Jax bit his tongue, wanting to say something as equally rude.

Linda's eyes fell onto Abel, not wanting to believe her daughter had a child without telling her own mother.

"Oh my god. Is this child yours and Melanie's?"

"Yes."