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There was a knock on your office door, which caught you off guard since you hadn't been expecting anyone. "Come in." Your eyes widened at the sight of your visitor, "Jax..."
"I know I'm not supposed to be here," he made sure to close the door behind him, "but I had to see you," there was sympathy in his eyes, "I had to know that you were okay."
You tensed in your chair as he neared, his very presence almost frightened you, in fear of your inability to control yourself around him. "I'm fine-" Your eyes spoke another truth. "Really." You fidgeted with your wedding ring, a personal reminder of what your husband would do to you if he caught you talking to Jackson Teller again.
Jax took notice, staring down at your ring in defeat, "If he lays one hand on you I want you to call me."
"I'm not your problem Jax- You can't just keep rescuing me-"
"Problem?" He neared closer, stepping passed your desk, making his way over to your side.
You were at your feet before he could say another word.
"You think I wanted this? To see you keep going back to that asshole over and over again." His glare grew intense as you shivered at his words.
You couldn't even look at him because all that he spoke was true.
"I wish that I didn't love you..."
Your throat ached as you finally looked up to see the pain and frustration in his eyes.
"...but I do, and I don't think that will ever change..."
You feared that if you opened your mouth to speak, that you would burst into tears, so you sealed it shut, afraid of the ways that your body would betray you again. There was a quick knock on the door before it cracked open,
"Mrs. Hale your- Oh, I'm very sorry I didn't know you had-"
You were quick to steady yourself, "It's fine, Mr. Teller was just leaving. What is it?"
Jax studied you.
"Um, your husband is on line two," your receptionist finally announced before quietly closing the door on her way back out.
Jax stood there with an unamused smirk on his face, "You know where to find me, Mrs. Hale."
