Chapter 83

Mel’s POV

He lied to me. He really lied to me just when I was starting to trust him. Talking about some fucking tax forms. Ameer would probably be the last person to do those. I don't know what he has gone to do, but being a lying asshole about it isn't okay.

Now that Jaxon's gone, more people have shown up to the house and it's kind of turned into a party. I'm exhausted and I have no interest in being here any longer. I don't even know why I’m still here, I'm no longer drunk, and my car is here. It's stupid that I'm waiting for Jaxon to come back like a little pet.

Jaxon, I'm going back to the pack house. See you there.

I hope he can hear the irritation in my voice.

No, stay there. I'll be there in a minute.

Ugh fine. You have five minutes.

I slump back in the chair watching couples dance around me. Bliss is grinding her ass against Patrick's crotch as she sways to the music. Although I don't want anyone knowing about our arrangement, there's a small part of me that wishes that Jax