The truth was, it wasn’t my dad who scared me…
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It was my feelings for her that did.
FOURTEEN
SOPHIE
NOW
One week later and I was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in Jax’s bedroom, wearing a white lace wedding dress, swallowing the huge lump in my throat.
Today was the day that I’d become Mrs. Jax Colton.
We weren’t having a wedding, but we still needed to take pictures for the press. The officiant was waiting in his living room for us to sign our marriage license to truly make us official.
In the forefront of my mind I knew this was fake.
However, in the back of my mind, it felt very much real.
“You look gorgeous,” Jax breathed out, suddenly standing behind me.
Our stares locked through the mirror. He was wearing a black suit, looking handsome as ever.
“Isn’t it bad luck to see the bride before we get married?”
He smiled. “I have something for you.”
“What?”
“Turn around, and I’ll give it to you.”
“That sounds dirty.”
He grinned. “It’s not, but I like where your mind’s at.”
“Jax, what are you doing?”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“You lost my trust a long time ago.”
“I thought we weren’t allowed to discuss the past anymore?”
I sighed. He was right. “Is it something I’m going to like, or is it going to make me want to strangle you more than I already do?”
“Turn around and find out.” He deviously winked. “I dare you.”
I groaned, anxious he was going to try to pull the rug out from under me.
“The girl I knew used to be fearless.”
“More like naive.”
“Can you please just turn around? You’re ruining the moment.”
“There’s a moment now?”