One-Shots

Jax Teller -Unfaithful

I was guilty as much as he was, I knew that. But I couldn't get the feeling out of my chest. He had been unfaithful to me more then I would like to admit. The escort service of Stockton was enough to push me over the edge. Tara had caught him there before and told me all about the situation. And of course I lashed out. I wanted him to know how it felt to feel like your heart was shoved down your throat. And a gentlemen at a bar wasn't opposed to the idea.

Of course we were caught, not by Jax but by Gemma. Which may have been worse. And now here I was sitting in our shared house. Getting a lecture from his mother. Every name out of the book you could think of she used. And I stopped her before she could get to fired up.
"He cheated on me first Gem. More times then I could count. The girls he cheated on me with were the ones who told me. I was mad and upset. Do you blame me?" She sighed at my response, as I knew Clay was one to sneak around on her more then once.
"Our roles is to keep them in line. And sometimes they stray from that." I shook my head in disbelief.
"Then I guess I have to have a discussion with Jax. You can't justify what he did Gemma."
"And you can't justify what you did," she snapped back at me. Gemma and I tolerated each other none the less. But I was the only girlfriend of his he hadn't knocked up yet so if I left she wouldn't have to see me ever again. But I had to think of what I wanted.
"Jax will be home soon. This is a conversation between us?" I growled out and she snorted. As she picked up her purse and headed for the door. She called back over her shoulder.
"Better hope he don't kill ya for this," I rolled my eyes at her response.

I waited, all the emotions ran over me and what I wasn't expecting was the way he walked through that door. He opened it all cheery and excited. Boasting about his day in Stockton and how they may have fixed the deals with the Irish. But just the mention of Stockton sent me blood fuming. I stood from the couch and pointed for him to sit.
"What's wrong babe?" He went to kiss my forehead and when I pulled away. A puzzled look set on his face.
"I slept with another man," I choked out and his face screwed up in confusion.
"What do you mean?" His temper flaring. And everyone knew to not mess with angry Jax.
"Jax don't bull shit me either. Tara told me about Stockton and I know about the other three times. Don't play me for a fool." And then his angry switched to guilt. Like a drop of a hat, I had made Jax Teller feel small. He knew that I wasn't lying, that I had caught him in his lies and tonight we were deciding where we were going.
"Who was this man?" He growled and I snorted.
"Does that even matter? I know who you slept with and I don't blame them. I blame you." He stood from the couch.
"Then should I be blaming you?" He looked down at me now and this tough guy act I was putting on, was crumbling.
"What does it matter? You cheated so did I. That's where we sit." Jax ran his hand through his hair. He wasn't as angry as I thought he would be.
"Claudette... how many times did you see her?" His eyes shot up at me. Like I was a ghost.
"Tara told you it was her?" I laughed at his question.
"Would it have mattered if it was someone else? Didn't know you were into older women." My anger was back now.
"Look we haven't been as close as we use to be. And that's not an excuse. But I didn't think you'd cheat on me." He watched me carefully.
"I was angry and heartbroken. And I wanted you to feel how I did. You don't even want anything to do with me anymore Jax. We haven't had sex since who knows how long." Then the coffee table flipped with one swing. I backed up, staying out of his rage.
"I'm sorry," was all he could muster out.
"I don't know but maybe we don't work. Because obviously you aren't happy enough with me to not find pleasure somewhere else." His eyes flickered to me and I couldn't meet his. I still love him. But he had a decision to make for himself.
"I'm going to a hotel for a bit. Until we decide what we want to do." I stated and before I could leave. He stopped me, with an embrace from behind.
"We both are to blame here. But I don't want to lose you." I pulled out of his hug.
"Maybe you should have thought of that before," my eyes were glassy. And I didn't know how much longer I could keep them in. I was just as much at fault but maybe a brief time apart was what we needed.