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 you 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.
