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Description: Jax doesn't appreciate the amount of time his old lady is spending with her male best friend.

I laughed at Jake's joke as we all sat around during a typical Friday night party. I was a couple drinks in, but not enough to even be feeling it yet. Jake and I continued to laugh around as we made plans to hang out next week and binge the new season of our favorite show.

"Hey darlin'," Jax's voice purred in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Hey baby," I said, turning just enough to kiss his lips.

"No, we need-." Jake started to try and rework our plans again. Neither of us would remember them tomorrow anyways so I wasn't sure why we bothered to make them.

"The only thing you need to do is back off my old lady," Jax said possessively. I rolled my eyes as Jake started in about how we're friends and I can do what I want when I want.

"Babe, can we talk?" Jax asked, nodding towards the door. I nodded and dragged him away from Jake and towards the outside. It was chilly out since it was only January and I was wearing a very short dress with no sleeves or jacket.

"Here," Jax said, sliding his jacket off and giving it to me.

"Thanks," I said as I pulled the material closer to me.

"How many times you hung out with him in the last few weeks?" Jax asked. So he was jealous.

"I don't know," I said, taking the cigarette from his hand to take a drag. "A few."

"How many?"

"Maybe like six or seven in the last couple weeks," I said.

"You see him more than you see me."

I stared at him for a second, thankful that the cold air had sobered me up almost entirely. "He isn't in the damn club."

"Obviously," Jax scoffed. "He tried to prospect in and pussied out. Now he's a hang around."

"Jax, maybe the fact that I see more of my best friend than of you is because you don't even fucking come home," I said.

"It's club shit baby," he said. "You knew that when you agreed to be my old lady."

The door to the clubhouse opened and Jake came out, stumbling a little and slurring his words.

"Baby, come on," Jake said.

"What did you call her?" Jax asked.

"She's my girlfriend."

"No she isn't asshole," Jax said before landing the first of a series of punches to Jake's face.

I took off to get Happy to break it up because there was no way I was stepping in between that.

I scanned the clubhouse and my eyes landed on Tig first. I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door.

"Baby if you wanted me in bed all you had to do was ask," he joked.

"Jax is about to kill Jake," I said. He and I ran back out of the clubhouse and Tig pulled Jax off of Jake.

"Why don't we call it a night babe," I said softly.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he said, spitting out the blood in his mouth.

"What?" I asked.

"He said you slept with him," Jax said.

"Why would I want to?" I asked. "You're a sex god and let's face it, his dick is pretty small."

Jax chuckled a little.

"I'm sorry," he said softly as he pulled me into a hug.

"For what?" I asked. "Being jealous?"

"For beating the shit out of your best friend," he said.

"Glad it was that," I said. "Possessive Jax is hot."

"Yeah?" He asked, eyeing me up and down before pulling me into his chest. "Maybe we should get out of here."

"We better, or we'll lose all this built up jealousy."