Free Betting on Beaumont: A Brooklyn Novel #3 (The Brooklyn Series) by Danielle Jamie

flirt, but I at least have morals.
    Guys wonder why they’re single. Almost all men have zero game, and their number one problem is they always seem to get off on chasing women who are in committed relationships. There’s like five hundred billion people in this world, yet it seems men can’t find a single girl willing to let them rock their worlds?
    It completely baffles me.
    I’m getting off the point here. Story of my life: always focusing on everything but the one thing I am supposed to be focusing on.
    Tonight, the focus needs to be on Jax and finally talking to him about Dixon. I can’t avoid this conversation forever.
    Even though I’d really like to just run away and hide in my blanket fort while avoiding the whole fucking world at this point. Life is too much of a goddamn drama fest now-a-day. The last thing I want to do is bring more drama into my life. Which is what I’m about to do.
    I can only hope that Jax doesn’t get too hurt by my admission tonight and doesn’t hold anything against Dixon. I can’t control how I feel about both of them no matter how much I wish I could. Because let’s be honest, Dixon is the biggest pain in the ass and I only see a future of me trying not to murder him on a daily basis. When they say there’s a fine line between love and hate—believe me they sure as hell weren’t joking. I’ve never loved a man and hated him all at the same time ever in my life until I met Dixon.
    Picking up a fry drenched in cheese, Jax flashes me a playful grin before shoving it into his mouth. “You look like you have a lot on your mind tonight. Want to talk about it?” he asks before washing down his fry with a sip of his beer.
    Ugh. Not really. But if I don’t, I think Dixon will take it upon himself to. All caveman style by beating on his chest and dragging me by the hair to his room where he’ll cum all over my body marking me as his.
    I internally giggle at the thought of overly possessive Dixon.
    God, he has no idea how stressed out I am at this very moment.
    I tap my fingers on the bar to the music and glance nervously up at him before setting my eyes back onto the group at the end of the bar. I’m trying to focus on anything but him as I find the words I need to say.
    I’ve never had to tell a guy face to face that I don’t want to see him any longer. It’s new and slightly terrifying. I don’t know how people do this, every single day. Some more often than they change their damn panties. Which is pretty damn alarming if you ask me?
    Swallowing hard, I decide to say it and get it over with.
    “Yes, I, umm…” I bite nervously at the skin on the inside of my lips as I try to work up the strength to break this poor, sweet guy’s heart.  “Actually have to talk to you about something.”
    “Me? What about?”
    I inhale a nervous breath and force myself to look at him even though my eyes are trying to stay focused on the scattered peanut shells on the bar. “About us. I really like you, Jax. You’re such an amazing guy. You’re way nicer than a girl like me deserves.”
    He swallows hard, and I watch as his Adams apple bobs up and down his neck. His grip on his beer tightens as he opens his mouth to speak. “I knew this was coming…” His words taper off as he cuts his eyes away from me and up at the sports station playing on a flat screen hanging up on the wall. He takes a pull from his beer then sets it down, keeping his eyes focused on the bottle as his thumb lazily rubs at beads of water as they slide down the bottle. “This is because of Dixon isn’t it?” he says more as a stated fact rather than a question.
    My words come out shaky as I try to keep my emotions intact. “Yes—I thought we were done for good. Especially after the stunt he pulled in the Bahama’s…it’s just that I think I’m in love with him, Jax. I tried to move on with you for selfish reasons. I saw you as the safe choice. I know you’re far too nice of a guy to ever play with my