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“I won’t have to if you agree to marry me.”
My gaze flew back to Jax. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“I may have heard you, but I sure as hell don’t understand you. Marry you? Have you lost your mind?”
“Quite the opposite, Sophie. I’ve never been more certain of anything in all my life.”
“What is this about? What do you want?”
“For you to be my wife.”
I shook my head, utterly confused.
“What Jax is trying to say,” Autumn chimed in, bringing my attention over to her, “is that it would greatly work in both of your favors if you agreed to be his temporary wife.”
“Now you’ve completely lost me.”
“Right.” She paused, pulling out more documents. Except this one appeared to be a contract. “This agreement will help ease your mind. You can look it over, and if you have any stipulations, anything you’d like to add or change, we can work it out.”
“We can work it out? Am I marrying you or Jax?”
She reassuringly smiled. “You’ll be marrying Jax, but we’ll be working closely together to make sure you’re comfortable with everything. I’m serious. I promise you. You pull the strings.”
“What strings? I don’t understand why we have to get married in the first place? We’re not in love.”
“Speak for yourself.”
My eyes once again flew to Jax. “You don’t even know the meaning of the word. I’m not a child anymore. You can’t manipulate me like you used to.”
“I wasn’t manipulating you then, and I’m not now.”
“Bullshit! I marry you or else you’ll fight me for full custody? That’s very much manipulation, Jax!”
“Sop—”
Autumn held up her hand, interrupting him. “I’m sure you’ve heard the news of his trade?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“It has to do with everything. The media has labeled him a traitor, and you and I both know that couldn’t be further from the truth. Jax lives and breathes football, he always has.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“We’re trying to take the heat off his current situation by having him get married. Your marriage will be fake.”
“Fake marriage? Then we don’t have to actually get married?”
“No,” Jax bit. “You’ll marry me, Soph. You’ll carry my name, and so will our son.”
“And if I refuse? You’ll what? Take me to court for Ben?”
“Ben?”
I cleared my throat, meeting his eyes. “It’s his name. Benjamin Hayes.”
“What’s his whole name?”
