The next morning I wake up feeling so refreshed. Something that hasn't happened in weeks. I took the whole bed by myself and I was able to move when I wanted without worrying about Jacob and I was able to sleep how I wanted without getting picked at for drooling. It felt fucking fantastic and I loved it.

I get to the bathroom and brush my teeth before showering and drying off. I slip my clothes back on from yesterday and slowly take off Jax's shirt as I smell it again. I take a long sniff of it before taking off his boxers. Once I'm dressed I slip my shoes on and go down the stairs.

I stop when I hear singing in the kitchen. I slowly walk into the kitchen and see Jaxton dancing and singing at the top of his lungs to rap music and I'm proud he knows all the words. He must hear me laugh when he turns and has the biggest red cheeks.

"No! Continue! I'm impressed! But how do you go from a killing machine who punches people for fun to a sensational rapper overnight?" I ask as he laughs at me. He cuts the music down as I make my way into the kitchen and set my stuff down. I see his foot still on a pillow as he stands cooking me breakfast and my heart melts. He's still hurt but he made it a mission to cook breakfast this morning and I want to smile and cry at the same time.

"You didn't have to do this." I tell him as I step to his side and see pancakes, eggs, bacon, and grits.

"Yeah I did. You helped me a lot yesterday and I'm thankful." He tells me as I pull the spatula away from his hand. I open his arms as I hug myself into his naked chest.

"Thank you so much Jax. For everything, for listening." I whisper to him as I hug him. He listened when I opened up and it's was so refreshing to be able to tell someone how I've been feeling.

"What's your favorite reply? Of course." He tells me hugging me back as he wraps his arms around my waist and leans into my shoulder. It feels so good, more than just good, it feels right. I know I hug him longer than I should as his breath hits onto my neck and chill bumps break out on my arms. I grab the back of his head and rub my hand through his hair before I pull away.

"I promise it's not a big deal. I'm almost done." He tells me as I smile at him. I move away and grab plates from his cabinet as he stands in one spot finishing. I set the plates at the barstools in the kitchen and take orange juice out of his refrigerator and fill two cups sitting them on the countertop.

Then out of nowhere I hear meows coming from outside. "Jax do you have a cat?" I ask walking down the hallway to the backdoor. I open it as I look down and a black and white cat rubs my legs before running through the door.

"Oh my gosh it got in!" I exclaim coming back into the kitchen as Jax stands there laughing. "It's fine. His name is Bee, he was my moms old guy. He doesn't come into see me unless he's hungry. He loves to chase the bees and animals outside. Hence why he got his name from getting stung by bees. His foods in the cabinet, you can open a can and give it to him. His bowls in there too." He tells me pointing to the cabinet above my head as I nod.

The fact that he's taking care of his moms cat, makes my heart melt. This man is absolutely amazing and he's going to make a woman so happy one day. I open a can of cat tuna and put it into a bowl before setting it down with the water beside the pantry doors. Bee loves on me with his body before he starts eating and I pet his head.

"How old is he?" I ask Jax. "Seven. He's an old man." He tells me as I smile.

"Well he makes me reconsider not liking cats too much." I exclaim as he laughs with me. That's another thing Jax and I do, we laugh. We laugh together, at each other, and we smile. We're happy when we're together like this.

"He's a good cat. Doesn't bother me too much. The foods done." He tells me as I nod and take the pots off the stove. I put out pot holders before setting everything up and helping him over to the barstool.

"Ry, I got it. I feel a hundred percent better." He tells me as I shake my head no.

"No you don't. Grab my shoulder." I tell him as I pull him with me to the barstools. I pull his out and sit him on it before I slip onto the one next to him.

Then we begin eating together and honestly, it's peaceful. Being here with him is like a vacation comparison to working and living with Jacob.

"So tell me more about you Rylee Jane" he randomly demands while eating. "What do you want to know?" I ask as he eats his pancakes.

"All of it. Tell me about you." He tells me as I nod. "Okay, I was born and raised in a small little town in Florida, right near the beach. I moved to Georgia for college at UGA, and I loved it. I was part of a sorority and it was an amazing experience. I studied nursing because I really loved it and Jacob was a nursing major as well. We kind of just got each other's schedules in that aspect. We both decided to move to Atlanta after graduation and move in together. He's four years older than me so he's a Physicians Assistant now which explains the loans. Anyway we moved so we could make more here in Atlanta but I like it here and I don't think I'm moving back to Florida." I tell him as he nods.

"What about you, tell me it all" I demand as he smiles. "You pretty much know the gist of it. I was born in this house actually. My mom gave birth here and refused a hospital, when they passed away I inherited this place so I renovated it and now I'm not going anywhere. I went to college for about a year, and then dropped out to fight. I make a killing with it, each fight I get about fifty thousand to a hundred thousand dollars with all the bets and I've made a decent amount of money to retire when I want." He tells me as I nod.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask as he nods.

"Why fight? Why not do something else? Something that doesn't involve you possibly getting hurt. I know you're good because I watched you win, but you fighting scares me." I tell him as he rubs my hand on the countertop.

"I'm good at it and I love it. It's something I've always loved. Minus getting shot in the foot." He tells me as I smile.

"Just be safe." I whisper as he nods and winks at me. I push his shoulder in return as he smiles at me.

"My turn. Why are you with that asshole?" He asks as I smirk. "He's not an asshole all the time. Jax you'd like him, he's really not a bad guy. He just has his moments and he's stupid when it comes to spending money. Jax I really love him, but-, I don't know. One of my patients, and elderly guy asked me why a woman like me didn't have an engagement ring and you know I couldn't answer the question without jumping on Jacob's loans. But what's the reason? When the loans are payed what then? What's my excuse? The loans are over ten thousand dollars and that's going to take at least another year to cover with both of us. I save more than he does and help him more than he can because he spends everything. He makes twice as much as I do and can't hold onto anything. When I see him I'm laying out my rules and if he can't accept them I'm done." I demand as I look at my plate.

"And the fact that I kept asking to go see my family in Florida too, I'm upset about that. I wanted to go but we didn't have enough savings yet and I was saving for it and he was supposed to be. He didn't though, he doesn't care." I admit to him ad tears break down my face. I haven't told anyone about that part of our relationship at all and it hurts.

"Fuck Ry come here." He tells me opening his arms as he hugs me. I fall into his chest as he rubs my back and holds me into his arms.

"Hey don't cry." He tells me rubbing the back of my head in his hand. He's became my best friend overnight and it scares me how much I care for Jax. He's just holding me and it feels like my world is complete and I hate knowing that Jacob's probably worried about me and I'm having breakfast with another man.

Oh my-, I'm a whore.

I pull away as Jax wipes my tears with napkins in front of us. He pulls away and walks into the kitchen before opening a drawer and coming back to me. "Open your hand" he tells me as I open my hand for him.

I'm at no words when he places seven hundred dollar bills in my palm. "That's play money for me, take a flight home or use it for gas money and see your parents Ry, fuck him." He tells me as I shake my head no.

"I can't take money from you." I demand handing it back as he shakes his head yes.

"You can and you will. You saved me thousands of dollars last night when I didn't go to the hospital. Take that as my repayment." He tells me sitting back down as I place it on the countertop.

"I'm not taking it." I tell him as he nods. "Yes you are or I'll find you and give it to you. I mean it, take it." He tells me as he leans forward to me and kisses my forehead. I blush when he pulls away and rubs my hand.

"You better not leave here and don't call me again though. We're best friends now Ry, you know you've seen my blood and all." He tells me as I smile and nod.

"Thanks Jax, you're the best." I whisper kissing his cheek in appreciation.

He takes my phone and puts in his number before we finish breakfast and get to his garage.

"Let's take the Camaro for you to go back. Ride in style." He tells me as I smile. "Sure. You might want to put on a shirt and jeans though." I tell him as he looks down at his attire. I throw the shirt I wore to bed at him and open the laundry room and grab a pair of jeans for him before going back to the garage and helping him put them on over his still sore foot. Of course he doesn't admit that it's hurt but it makes me laugh.

I say my goodbyes to Bee as I kiss his head and rub his butt. I steal a few treats out of Jax's garage and give him some before he's really my best friend and licks my cheek telling me goodbye.

Jax absolutely refuses to ride in the passengers seat "the bitch seat" as he calls it making me flick him off laughing. So I agree to ride beside him as he pulls off.

"You ready for this?" He asks as I nod and he rubs my hand friendly. I like the way it feels, it's so securing and I know he's doing it to comfort me.

"I've got to face him eventually. Let's do it." I tell him as he nods and pulls out of the driveway with me right beside him.

Here we go.