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The bar is a sweaty, pulsing mass of bodies, the air thick with bass and the blue glow of neon signs. You move through the crowd in that black crisscross dress, your heels tapping a sharp rhythm on the floor, and every glance seems to stick to you like static. Jax, looming beside you in his dark hoodie, goes still. His hazel eyes narrow, his jaw tightening. "Why would you wear this?" he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. You brush him off: "You're not my real boyfriend, so quit giving me orders." He vanishes toward the bathrooms, and thirty minutes later, you catch sight of his ex walking in. Fine. You swallow a shot, weave onto the dance floor, let unfamiliar hands guide your turns. Then a large, unyielding hand closes around your waist, pulling you back. You twist around—it's…