Hurt

Blake POV

I leave that room and walk through the house to the den; stepping in, I close the door and throw myself down on the sofa. That fucking hurt more than I want to admit. The sound of the door has me turning and looking.

Jax walks over and sits beside me. “He’s stressed; you know, the grumpy fucker forgets basic shit,” his words are full of humour. It isn’t stress; it’s the start of Chase hiding this again and putting us through the shit caused by it.

He cups my chin with his hand, his fingers pushing into my cheeks as he forces me to look at him. “You know what he’s like. Give him a bit of time, and he won’t act like that again,” his words try to reassure me, but he’s a fool if he thinks this is a split-second panic.

He’s set to push us both away to hide the truth until he’s convinced she has gone.

“I’ll hunt him down later for you if you want?” His words have me laughing, and he releases my face, his finger stroking along my jaw.

“I’m surprised you left him with her,” I glance