Текст книги "Being a Jett Girl"
Автор книги: Meghan Quinn
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Chapter Twenty Four
“Cool Kids”
Lo
“How’s it going in here?” Diego asked, startling me from my concentration.
“Don’t do that,” I said while gripping my heart and checking my lines to make sure they were still on point.
“Do what? Talk to you?”
“No, sneak up on me.”
“I didn’t sneak up on you. Sneaking up on you would have called for me getting right next to your ear like this and whispering in your ear,” he said as he invaded my space.
Swatting him away, I said, “All right, I get your point.” I sat back and looked at my work. I was clearly still in the ribbon room since the picture he wanted me to paint was a ribbon-like banner with intricate lettering that said, “Constrain my heart, constrain my soul.”
“It looks really good, Goldie.”
“Thanks, I’m not done yet, obviously. I still have a lot of shading to do and I want to add an outline to the letters to make them stand out a little bit more but I think it’s coming out nicely.”
“It is.” He surveyed my work. “I like how you made the ribbon look like it was falling and spanned it across the wall. I didn’t think of that.”
“Yeah, it takes up the wall more so it doesn’t look like this tiny drawing on a big space.”
“I like it a lot. I’m glad Jett sent you here.”
“Thanks. It’s been fun painting. Right now I would be practicing my presentations until Kace stopped cracking his whip so it’s nice to have a bit of a break.”
Diego laughed as he shook his head. “That dude needs to get a woman.”
“Right!” I exclaimed. “Thank you! I’ve been saying that for a while.”
“It would do him some good. Too bad his eyes wander to places where they don’t belong,” Diego looked at me for a second and then turned his gaze to my artwork.
Guilt washed over me as I thought about what Kace said to me in his room a while back. I tried to forget about it, like he wanted to but occasionally it would resurface and I would feel awful. I hated to think that Kace had such strong feelings for me and I didn’t reciprocate them. I liked him and hell yeah I thought he was hot as hell, but my heart belonged to someone else, it belonged to Kace’s best friend.
“Anyway, are you hungry? It’s past lunch and I thought we could get out of here for a bit. Get you away from the paint fumes.”
I looked down at my attire and said, “Can I take a two-second shower?”
“Are you one of those girls who says they’ll be quick but they really take an hour?”
“No, seriously time me. Give me five minutes.”
“Five minutes? No way.”
“I’m serious,” I said while getting up and wrapping my paint brush in saran wrap since I didn’t have to wash them out just yet but didn’t want the paint to dry out in them.
Diego held out his watch and said, “Okay, go!”
“Wait!” I shouted, holding up my arms. “You can’t start the time until I get up to my room, that’s not fair. I don’t even know where my room is, I can’t remember.”
“Ugh, you’re so high maintenance,” he joked as he walked me to my room. “Okay, when do I get to start the clock?”
I shut the door on his face and yelled, “Go!”
Like a mad woman, I tore my clothes off, turned on the water and brushed my teeth while the water froze my tits right off. With one hand I brushed my teeth and the other I washed my hair like a pro. As I rinsed my shampoo, I washed my body with soap working up a good lather. After I got all the shampoo out, I put in some conditioner and then rinsed my entire body. I was out in less than two minutes. Thankfully, Diego had a heat lamp in the bathroom so I turned that on as I whipped the towel around my body, barely drying off the droplets from my skin. The heat lamp heated up my body as I combed my hair out, threw it up in a bun and then put a little mascara on—I wasn’t a barbarian.
Running out to my room, I threw on some denim shorts, skipping the underwear, a bra and T-shirt that read, “Tits” across my chest, stating the obvious, put on some flip flops and then flung the door open where Diego whipped his head around, shocked.
“You’re kidding me, that was like three minutes.”
“Ha! Told you!” I said while dancing around and giving myself fist bumps.
“Uh, before we go out, you might want to zip your fly.”
“What?” I looked down and saw that my fly was undone. Mortified, I quickly zipped it up and tried to pass it off as nothing.
“Nice wax job, damn that was hot.”
“Ew! You’re a pig!” I said while slapping his shoulder and heading down the hallway, trying to hide the blush that crept over my cheeks.
“Wrong way,” he called out over my shoulder.
I turned on a dime and marched the other way, ignoring him and the infuriating smirk on his face.
***
“What are you going to get?” Diego asked as he looked over his menu at me.
“Is that even a question? We’re at the Gumbo Shop, I’m pretty sure I’m getting Gumbo.”
Smiling, he said, “Good. I was afraid you were going to be one of those girls who went to a novelty restaurant and got a salad.”
“What’s salad?” I asked while shoving a piece of bread in my mouth.
“Apparently not.” Diego laughed as his phone started to ring. “Excuse me.” He pulled his phone out from his pocket and eyed me before pressing it to his ear. “Hello? Out to lunch. Yeah, she’s with me.”
My heart fluttered as I realized it must be Jett.
“Do you have your phone?” Diego asked me, I shook my head no. I forgot it in my rush to beat the allotted five minutes I gave myself to get ready. “No, she left it at the club. Yeah, hold on.”
Diego held his phone out to me and said, “Someone would like to talk to you.”
Grabbing the phone and turning away from him so I didn’t have to see his snarky face as I spoke into the phone, “Hi.”
“Hi.” His deep southern voice that made my toes curl rang out. “Are you behaving?” he asked in a teasing tone.
“Yes, I’m behaving.” I heard Diego snicker from behind me so I flipped him off.
“Not what I saw. Pepper sent me a little picture of you testing out some of Diego’s apparatuses.”
Inwardly groaning and gripping my forehead, I said, “I fucking forgot that she took a picture. God, did she really send that to you?”
“Yes, she did.”
“Fuck, that’s embarrassing.”
Lightly laughing, Jett responded, “I thought it was hot as hell even though you went about it all the wrong way.”
“I have no clue how those things work. They’re like vines that like to fuck with your mind and claw onto you,” I whispered into the phone. “I think they come alive at night.”
Laughing some more, Jett said, “I miss you.”
It felt like my heart stopped beating for a second, hearing him say such an intimate thing. When I first went to the Lafayette Club, I never thought I would come to this point of my life where I would be talking to Jett Colby on the phone, hearing him say he misses me.
“I miss you, too,” I admitted as my face turned red from Diego’s staring. I turned to look at him for a second and he was making kissing noises at me. “Don’t you have something better to do?” I asked him.
He laughed and said, “I’m going to the pisser.”
“Are you talking to me?” Jett asked, a little concerned.
“Sorry, no. Diego was being a dick.”
“Do I need to have a talk with him?” Jett grew serious. I loved how protective he was.
“No, nothing like that. He was just making fun of me for saying I miss you.”
“He’s a jealous bastard. Can you do me a favor?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“Can you make sure that you always have your phone on you? I don’t like the idea of you being out and about and not having your phone. I need to know that if something happens, you can get in touch with me.”
“You’re sounding a bit paranoid.”
“Goldie, I’m serious.”
“I know. I’m just not good with this whole captive thing. I like to have my own freedom.”
Jett let out a long breath and I could envision him pinching his nose while looking out the window of his office as he spoke to me. “I know, little one, but right now, we just have to be careful. I have no clue what’s going to happen and until I do, I would like you to be as careful as possible. Promise me?”
“I promise.”
“Thank you,” Jett said, relief washing through his voice.
“Am I going to see you tonight?”
“I don’t think so. I have a person tailing me already. I went out earlier and noticed a black unidentified car following me around.”
“Are you serious? Jett, are you in danger?” My heart rate started to pick up.
“I don’t want you to worry about that.”
“Well, I’m fucking worried,” I said while raising my voice. “I feel like I barely just got you, I don’t want to lose you because some fuckwhit out there has some vendetta over you. Like, get over it, buddy, Jett Colby is by far superior than whoever the hell you are.”
Jett laughed in the phone. “If only it was that easy.”
“Well, I want you to be safe too. You have to stay in the club, no extra activities after dark and make sure your hand keeps your dick warm at night while thinking about me.”
Diego, who just appeared from the bathroom, stopped in his tracks and looked at me as if I was crazy.
“Mind your own damn business,” I spat at him.
“Sweetheart, when you’re using up my minutes to talk about masturbating with your boyfriend, I’m pretty sure I don’t need to mind my own business.”
“I should let you go,” Jett said with mirth in his voice.
“Fine, I will talk to you later tonight.”
“Bye, little one.”
“Bye.”
I ended the phone call and handed the phone back to Diego who wasn’t taking it. “What are you waiting for, my arms to sprout out like Inspector Gadget? Take your damn phone.”
“No way, wipe off your face juices first.” Diego made a motion with his hand and wiped his shirt with his fake phone.
“I don’t have face juices!” I stated while causally glancing at the phone.
Diego erupted in laughter and said, “Yeah, you fucking do.”
“You’re an annoying bastard, you know that?” I asked while wiping his damn phone and handing it back to him by pushing it across the table, not waiting for him to take it from me this time.
Our food arrived and instead of taking part in a conversation with him, I just buried my head in my bowl of Gumbo. I was irritated not because of Diego, he was actually a good time when he wasn’t being annoying but with the situation I was in. I hated being trapped and helpless. Ever since my parents were taken away from me, I’ve taken care of myself and now that I couldn’t do that and was being kept in the dark, I was irritated.
“Man, you need some sex,” Diego said while taking a big bite off of his spoon.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re so tense. You need to be fucked.”
“I’ve been fucked quite fine, thank you.”
“Nah, you need to be fucked until you can’t move anymore.”
“Oh? I didn’t know you were an authority on sex. When did this occur?”
“Last fall,” he said with a shit-eating grin.
“Errr, I want to hit you!”
“You’re quite violent, you know that?” he said in a calm voice. “One night in one of my play rooms and I would be able to fix that.”
“I thought you were Jett’s friend.”
“I am. Can’t a guy lend a helping hand, or possibly a finger…or three?”
“Make it four,” I said with a cheeky grin, making him sputter on his gumbo.
“Shocker? You know, two in the pink…” he suggested while making the hand gesture.
“I know what a shocker is and no! God, you’re disgusting. Maybe you’re the one who needs sex since you talk about it all the time.”
“You’re right about that,” he said while tipping his water glass toward me before taking a drink out of it. “I need a good play time, I just can’t seem to find the right girl though.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, slightly curious by the semi-serious tone he took on.
“Well, I’m a dom, Goldie. I like to take charge, just like Jett and for a dom like me to be satisfied, I need a willing submissive. Someone who would give me their body entirely without making a sound besides her cries of pure ecstasy. There are girls who will test it out with me but then try to change me, try to push me out of my lifestyle and that’s when I send them on their way. There is no changing for me and maybe someday I will find the right girl but until then, I’ll just twittle around with you.”
“Twittle? There will be no twittling.”
Laughing, Diego said, “Relax. I have no intention of doing anything with you. I just like pressing your buttons…or button.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Seriously! Enough with the sexual innuendos.”
“Why? Am I making you hot?”
“You’re making me want to slap you around.”
“I’m into that.”
“Check please!” I called out in frustration as I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms. Diego just laughed while he patted his mouth clean with his napkin. It was going to be a long fucking couple of weeks at this rate.
Chapter Twenty Five
“She Keeps Me Warm”
Jett
“George, I understand that but I want to make sure we are ready to make a move when we can,” I said into my phone as I paced the length of my office.
“Mr. Colby, you just have to be patient.”
I wanted to laugh into the phone. Someone telling me to be patient was a joke, I was the most patient man in the world but when it came to finalizing this Lot 17 bullshit, I wanted it completed. I hated being apart from Goldie, now that I had her. The club wasn’t the same without her smart mouth and ridiculousness. Everyone missed her, even Miss Mary.
“I’m a very patient man, George, but what is taking so goddamn long? What is the city waiting for? Don’t they want to get this over with? Start making some money?”
“They do, but there is a process. Once I hear something, I’ll let you know. Until then, make sure your affairs are in order so that when we can put a bid in, we do so in a timely manner.”
“You know everything is ready to go, don’t treat me like a child.” I seethed. I’ve been working with George ever since I extracted myself from my father and there were times in our lawyer/client relationship where he acted like my father and I had to remind him who worked for who.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Colby. We will get Lot 17. You have good standing in the community and you want to use it for a good reason.”
Damn fucking right!
“Thank you, George. I’ll be in touch.”
I turned off my phone and gripped my desk as I looked out the window of my office. Was this even all worth it? I could find a new lot, some new land. Was I risking too much just because my dad was involved now? I was a prideful man but right now, was my pride getting in the way? I didn’t want to lose to my father, but I also didn’t want him to destroy the culture and feeling of New Orleans by putting a monstrosity of a building in a place where it doesn’t belong, especially when the lot belonged to the children so they could play.
The night had taken over the sky as I was trying to keep my mind off Goldie and figure out my next move. I looked at the time and noticed that it was past ten so I grabbed my phone and walked out to my master suite where I got ready for bed.
My suite was my escape, my only sanctuary and now that Goldie was no longer in the club, sleeping one floor below me, my bedroom seemed so cold and empty. The gray walls seemed large and uninviting as well as the chrome and black furniture that was scattered around my room. I used to find this room to be a place of my own, where I could think and step away but now it almost seemed like a jail cell.
I needed Goldie’s arms, her body, her heat. That is where I was comfortable.
As I brushed my teeth I thought about how in a matter of days, I became a pussy whipped man who could barely function without the sweet scent of his girl wafting next to him. I used to make fun of men like me but now that I was in their position, fuck, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I thought I had it all when I was with Natasha but fuck was I wrong. Goldie is having it all, Goldie is peace, she is my heart.
As I chucked my clothes into my dirty hamper, my phone chimed with a text message. Knowing it was my girl, it just had to be, I turned off my lights and got into my cold and empty bed. I pulled my phone out and read the message from her.
Goldie: Hi, handsome. You’re probably off gallivanting, trying to save the world but I just wanted to tell you that I had a good day, despite Diego’s ribbing and not having you to hold me. I was happy with my painting and felt like I really contributed to something. Tell the girls I miss them and slap Kace in the back of the head for me.
I laughed to myself and typed her back a message.
Jett: Hi, gorgeous. I’m actually calling it a night and headed to bed. I’m glad you had a good day. If Diego gets too lippy, you have my permission to castrate him.
Goldie: That would require me touching his penis. Do you really want me to do that?
Jett: Fuck no. I will hire someone.
Goldie: Overbearing.
Jett: Only for you, little one. Now, tell me what you’re wearing.
Goldie: Is this a test? Because if it is, I think I pass…
A picture popped up on my phone and it was a smiling Goldie, lying against her pillow with her hair fanned out around her, wearing a little tank top. She was beautiful. My chest constricted from just the sight of her. I saved the picture to my phone as my wallpaper and then wrote her back.
Jett: You’re so damn beautiful. How did I get so lucky?
Goldie: You strolled the cemetery, looking for fresh meat.
Jett: And came out with a sassy, defiant man-eater.
Goldie: I think I eat your manhood pretty damn well, if you ask me.
Jett: You’re pushing your luck, don’t make me come over there and test your skills.
Goldie: Is that supposed to be a punishment because it seems more like a reward to me.
Jett: The only reward you’re going to get next time I see you is a slap to the ass.
Goldie: Once again, it seems like you’re trying to punish me…
Jett: Did you think about me all day?
Goldie: Do dogs sometimes eat shit?
I cringed from her foul mouth but just shook my head and laughed. You could take the girl off Bourbon Street but you can’t take the Bourbon Street out of the girl, that was for damn sure and at this point, I don’t think I would want to. She keeps things…interesting.
Jett: I’m going to ignore that last text and let you try again. Did you think about me all day?
Goldie: Snob! And yes, I did. How could I not? Did you think about me?
Jett: Every damn second. Why are we texting?
My phone started to ring and I smiled as I saw her name pop up on my screen.
“Hi,” I answered.
“God, I love your voice. How are you?”
“Much better now,” I admitted as I got comfortable in my bed.
“I feel like a teenager, talking to my high school crush right now.”
“You have a crush on me, Goldie?”
“I have a hell of a lot more than a crush, Mr. Colby.”
“Oh, yeah? Tell me about it.”
She laughed and said, “I’m not going to lie here and boost your ego. You know you’re hot, you know you own me, no need to repeat myself.”
“Sometimes a man likes to hear it.”
“You don’t need it.”
“I do, Goldie,” I said weakly. There was something about her that made me weak, that made me feel needy and I couldn’t control it.
“Jett, you’re such a confident man who knows what he wants and when he wants it, what makes you question my loyalty to you?”
I took a deep breath and thought about telling Goldie about Natasha but found myself unable to speak. She needed to know, it would be so easy to tell her but would she think differently of me?
“Jett, I wish you would talk to me.”
“I was engaged once,” I said quickly.
“Oh…”
Fear started to prick the back of my neck and my stomach churned. I couldn’t do this. Just from her little response, I knew this wasn’t a good idea. There was no way I could tell her right now, not when we were so far apart. I would only be damaging what we had.
“Hey, I have to go. I forgot I had to sign a couple of things before I went to bed.”
“Jett, don’t. Don’t you pull away from me.”
“I’m sorry, Goldie.”
I pulled my phone away and ended the phone call, hating myself for not being man enough to tell her. I was a confident man but when it came to her, I was so fucking weak.
Chapter Twenty Six
“Let Love In”
Lo
“What the fuck,” I said as I looked at the blank screen on my phone. He hung up on me. Jett hung up on me.
Oh hell no!
I got out of bed, threw on a pair of yoga pants and a sweatshirt and grabbed my purse. I was not about to let Jett get away with pushing me away. I didn’t care if I wasn’t supposed to go out alone. If he wanted me safe, then he was going to have to not fuck around with me and talk. I was growing irritated more every day with his evasiveness. There was only so much a girl could take.
Being as quiet as possible, I stepped out of my room and walked down the stairs to the back entrance. The stairs creaked under my feet and I just prayed that Diego was a heavy sleeper. When I reached the door, I checked the locks first, then opened it as slowly as possible and slipped out of a small crack. I looked behind me before shutting the door to make sure Diego didn’t see me. The coast was clear, so I shut the door and walked through the back alley until I hit Royal Street. Bourbon was still roaring with drinkers so I stumbled near my old dwellings and flagged down a taxi.
The ride over to the Garden District was quiet and almost eerie as I passed the wonky trees that lined the roads and the trolley tracks that were vacant of tourists and runners. I didn’t travel much at night so it was odd to see the quiet side of New Orleans.
The taxi pulled up to the Lafayette Club which was dark besides Jett’s office window on the third floor where a dim light shone through the window pane. The tall, white pillars and dark lanterns seemed intimidating in the dark as I paid the driver and walked to the back of the house where I still had a key to get in.
The driveway was vacant as I walked to the back door and slipped the key into the lock. As I turned, I heard a rustling next to me and my stomach dropped as I tried to unlock the door faster. Fucking spooks.
I opened the door and was about to shut it when someone grabbed my arms from behind. I screamed bloody murder and slapped my purse around to nail the arm grabber right in the head.
“What the fuck?” Kace said as he gripped his head.
Chest heaving and tits blazing, I swatted him in the shoulder and said, “What the hell do you think you’re doing sneaking up on someone like that? Christ, only creepy perverts do things like that. Is that what you are, Kace? A creepy pervert?”
Kace looked at me with a menacing look but I held my ground. He could have said something rather than grabbing me.
“Not when I think some psycho is trying to break in.”
“With a key?” I held up my key and he examined it, then huffed.
“What are you doing here? Is Diego with you?”
“That is none of your concern,” I said while I tried to walk past him but the cinder block wall that was Kace’s chest wasn’t allowing me to pass.
“It is when you’re not supposed to be walking around by yourself, especially at night.”
“Oh don’t act like you care.”
He got right in my face and said, “You know I fucking care so don’t test me. Why are you running off by yourself?”
“It’s none of your business,” I said, growing frustrated now. “I just need to see Jett, okay?”
“Something happen between you two?” Kace asked as his voice softened.
“Not really, he just…I just need to see him. Please, Kace.”
“I’m not going to stop you but he’s not going to be happy about you being here by yourself.”
“I couldn’t really give two fucks. Please just let me by.”
Kace nodded but grabbed my hand before I walked by him. His thumb ran against the back of my hand as he said, “If you need to see Jett again like this, call me. I’ll come get you. I don’t want you out there by yourself, okay?”
I nodded and brushed a polite kiss against his cheek. “Thanks, Kace.”
The walk up to the third floor had my nerves twisting in knots. Kace was right, Jett was going to be so pissed at me but right now, I didn’t care. I just had to confront him, to talk to him. He was not allowed to run away from me.
When I reached the top of the stairs, I saw that his office door was slightly cracked open with a little light filtering from it. With a deep breath, I walked to the door and peeked in. Sitting at his desk, with his elbows on the desk and his head in his hands, pulling at his hair, was Jett. He was shirtless, showing off his glorious muscles that I now knew Kace helped with forming and there was a glass of bourbon sitting next to him.
Pushing the door open, I let myself in. He looked up from his desk and the look of shock on his face made the knots in my stomach twist even tighter until his gaze softened and he pushed back from the desk, showing me he was only in his boxer briefs. My gut clenched from the sight of him.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, trying to look behind me. “Is Diego here?”
My hands twisted together as I realized I should have been a little smarter about this. He was going to yell, I could feel the calm before the storm.
“He is not.”
Stepping forward, I could see his chest start to heave with anger.
I held up my hands and said, “Before you get angry, I want to tell you that I’m mad at you. You can’t just hang up on me like that and push me away when things get tough.”
“When things get tough?” A sarcastic laugh escaped Jett’s mouth as he said, “This is already fucking tough. I have to have you stay with another man because I can’t keep you here. I have fear every day that something is going to happen to you, that I’m not doing my job of protecting you. That’s what’s tough, not some stupid conversation on the phone.”
Stupid? Was that what he really thought?
“It wasn’t stupid.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he said while pulling on his neck. “There are so many more important things to worry about—”
“No!” I shouted, interrupting him and shocking him a bit. “You’re not allowed to decide what’s important and what’s not important because right now, we don’t know very much about each other so when you go and say something like you were engaged, it’s important to me to learn about that because I want to know you, Jett. I want to know what makes you tick.” I stepped forward and got right in front of him so I could place my hands on his chest. “I don’t want to just know this body, I want to know the man too. If this has a chance of working out, I need you to not push me away and open up to me. Are you afraid I’m going to judge you?”
“Yes,” he said while holding his head high and not skipping a beat.
Trying not to be thrown off by his confession, I stood back and said, “Well, that kind of stings.”
“I don’t mean to hurt you.”
“Oh, so you were trying to make it feel like kittens were licking my cheeks when saying that?”
“Goldie…”
My pride got the best of me, like it always did and I stepped farther away. “You know what, save it, Jett. God, I’m so sick of this.” I threw my hands up and walked toward the door. “I come over here to talk to you, to open up with you and you don’t even fucking trust me to do so, so then what’s the point? Please tell me what the fucking point in all of this is. Do you only trust me because I signed a goddamn contract?”
He was silent as he looked at the floor.
“Unbelievable. Guess what, Jett, you can go fuck yourself. I’m done. I’m so sick of being thrown around as if I’m just a warm body to fill your nights with. Find another Jett Girl because I’m turning in my set. I’m through.”
I pushed open the door as Jett called out to me.
“Don’t you dare leave.”
I laughed and turned to face him. “Funny thing, Jett. When you’re no longer in charge of me, I can do whatever the fuck I want. I don’t have to listen to you. Good luck with Lot 17 and whatever other bullshit is going on.”
I turned my back and walked down the stairs to Kace’s room. With three hard pounds to his door, I waited for him to open the door. When he did, he was shirtless, wearing a pair of Nike shorts that rode very low on his waist and his hair was messed up. I looked over his shoulder and saw a bare leg poking out from his bed. He had company but I didn’t care.
“Can you take me to Diego’s?”
Without hesitation, he nodded his head and grabbed keys from his bedside table while tossing a shirt over his head. I wanted to make a snarky comment about how he didn’t need the shirt but I held my tongue. I wasn’t in the mood. I just wanted to leave the club.
We turned and walked down the hallway, in silence, it was the one time I was thankful for Kace’s inability to have a conversation. We were about to walk out the door when Kace stopped in his tracks. I looked up to see Jett barricading the door to the garage with his body.
“Goldie, our conversation isn’t over.”
“But it was over when you hung up on me?” I said over Kace’s shoulder, pinning him in the middle of us.
“Can we take this upstairs, please,” Jett said in a controlled voice.
“No, I said this was over. Kace, please just take me home.”
“Your home is here,” Jett spit out.
“No, it’s not! I’m living with Diego you…you…douche nugget.”
Kace’s shoulders visibly shook, I knew he was trying to hold in his laughter so I pinched his side, making him jump to the side.
“What the fuck?”
“Don’t laugh at me,” I scolded him.
He looked over at Jett who seemed like he was starting to foam at the mouth from anger and then back at me. He put his hands up in the air and said, “I don’t want to be a part of this. Sorry, Lo. You’re on your own.”
“Traitor,” I mumbled as he walked away, leaving me alone with Jett.
He looked me up and down and then came after me. He picked me up in his arms and carried me to my room, the whole time kicking and screaming.
“You act like I’m about to murder you,” Jett said into my ear as he dropped me down on my bed and then shut my door.
Moon beams filtered through my window and casted a glow on the delicious man standing in front of me. The contours of his muscles looked deeper from the way the light was bouncing off him as he walked toward me. He pressed his body against mine and pushed me against the bed. I wanted to kick and scream but the warmth of his body had me melting into the mattress.
“We’re so dysfunctional,” I said deflated.
He kissed my forehead and said, “I was engaged when I was young and the girl who I thought was supposed to care about me, to spend the rest of my life with me changed her mind and walked out on me, into someone else’s arms. Her reasoning was that I wasn’t man enough, I wasn’t good enough for her. Ever since then, I’ve put my heart on hold, not letting anyone get near it, until you.”
