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I nodded, watching as he left the room.
“Does this mean you agree to marry Jax?” Caleb questioned, bringing my attention back to him.
“He’s left me no choice.”
For the next twenty minutes, Sophie looked over the contract.
I gave it a few more minutes until I finally asked, “Are we good?”
“No. We’re far from good, Jax. Let’s get one thing straight, shall we? I’m not doing this for you. I’ve worked too hard to get where I am in my career to let you ruin it for me. Understood?”
For a moment I just sat there staring at her. Even when she was pissed at me, she was still fucking stunning.
“I know you’re going to insist on getting to know my son—”
“Our son, Sophie, and don’t you forget it.”
Her jaw tightened again. “At least this way I’ll be there to make sure you don’t fuck him over like you did me.”
Unable to hold back, I demanded, “I want everyone to leave. Now.”
“Jax, I don’t think—”
With one look, I rendered Autumn speechless.
“We’ll meet you back at the hotel,” Caleb agreed, grabbing his suit jacket.
Autumn and my lawyer followed while her father’s attorneys waited on Sophie to tell them what to do. She let them leave as well, and once everyone was gone, I didn’t waver.
Expressing, “If I could go back to that time, Soph, I would have—”
“Save it. I don’t want to hear it. In fact, I want to add that stipulation to this contract. You’re not allowed to talk to me about the past or whatever you would or wouldn’t have done. I don’t want to go down memory lane with you, Jax. I don’t want you to bullshit me with your charm and lies. I’m agreeing to this fake marriage against my will. You’re forcing my hand like you’ve always done. Jax Colton doesn’t lose, right? I’m just another game to you, and don’t for one second think I don’t know it.”
I arched an eyebrow, reeling in my temper, but somehow, someway, Sophie always knew how to push each and every one of my fucking buttons.
“While we’re on the subject of stipulations, I also want to add that I have my own bedroom with a shower furthest away from your bedroom, and I’ll only be living in your home after we get married.”
“I have full-time staff, Soph. You’re going to have to sleep in my bed if we’re going to keep up our pretenses.”
She glared at me. “I’m not sleeping in your bed.”
“Why not? Baby Soph used to love to sleep in my bed.”
“Jax, stop calling me that.”
“Old habits die hard.”
“Well, you can bury it into the ground along with your assumption that I’ll be sleeping in your bed.”
“After we’re married it will be your bed too, sweetheart. What’s mine is yours.”
“Jax…”
“How will you explain to Ben why his parents are sleeping in different rooms?”
“Fine. I’ll sleep in your bed. You can sleep on the floor.”
“You see…” I leaned into the table, setting my elbows against the edge. “I have all these concussions, and it’s not good for my recovery to sleep on hard surfaces. I shouldn’t have to hinder my healing for the season since you can’t control yourself from sleeping on top of me.”
