Текст книги "Being a Jett Girl"

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Chapter Thirty Three

“Walk Off the Earth”

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Warm arms circled around my body as my head pounded to extreme levels. I’ve been in and out of it but the click of my door and not so smooth footsteps up to my bed woke me up. I stiffened from a man’s touch and tried to scoot away in the dazed-like fog I was trying to see through.

“Don’t,” I mumbled. “I only want Jett.”

“Little one, it’s me.” His warm southern voice caressed the side of my face.

“No, you can’t be here,” I said while trying to squirm away but his grip was too tight on me.

“I can do whatever the hell I want and if that means coming here to make sure you’re okay, then I will.”

I turned in his arms and came face to face with the most beautiful man ever. His hair was pulled in all different directions, like he’s been stressing over something, his face had a delightful five o’clock shadow caressing his jaw and his eyes carried a lot of worry in them.

My fingers reached out and ran the line along his jaw. His eyes closed from my touch and the grip of his hand on my waist grew tighter.

“You’re here,” I whispered, almost as if I couldn’t believe it.

“Of course I am. I couldn’t stay away.”

“What happened?” I asked while holding my head. “All I can remember is dry humping Francy’s legs, wearing some kind of hat and drinking way too much.”

His hands grabbed mine and kissed the back of them. “That seems about right when it comes to you and drinking.” A small smile spread across his face but was quickly gone when he searched my eyes. His body leaned over me and clicked on the light that was on my nightstand. Light spread through the small room and lit up the disturbed look on Jett’s face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

His hand reached out and caressed my right eye which made me wince with a shot of pain coursing through my face.

“Ahh, fuck,” I exclaimed while pulling away.

“Don’t move,” he said softly as he climbed above me and straddled my body. His head hovered right above mine as he examined my eye. Pain was flowing through his features as he took his time looking over my apparent injury.

“Let me guess, this isn’t from a random person?”

He shook his head no and lowered his lips so they were only a whisper above my eye. He kissed me lightly and gripped the side of my head with his hands as his lips tried to heal my eye.

When he pulled back, I saw the fear that washed over him, the fear of me being hurt, the fear of losing me. My heart wept for him, for the sadness that this stupid and idiotic situation has brought over us.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered before pulling back and sitting at the edge of my bed with his head in his hands. “This is all my fucking fault and I just don’t know what to do.”

“What do you mean?” I asked as I tucked myself next to him, both of our legs dangling off the bed.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do? No matter what, you’re going to get hurt.”

Fear started to trickle down my spine as I felt his body start to retreat, his mood darkened and I could see that he was visibly uncomfortable with what he was about to say so I stopped him.

“I swear to God if you try to break this off with me because you want to ‘save’ me, I will cut your dick off so fast you will think there was a drive by machete man that just attacked you,” I threatened using air quotes.

His face quirked with an eyebrow raised as he looked at me. I was dead fucking serious and he got that when he eyed me up and down. A small smile ticked at the corner of his mouth as he shook his head.

“It’s crazy how much I know that’s true, that you would really chop my dick right off.”

I gripped his arm and rested my head on his. “Don’t forget it. Do not give up on me because of a little set back.”

His hand ran through his hair as he said, “It’s not a little set back. You were hurt on purpose, Kace was shot—”

“What?!” My heart rate picked up as the words, “Kace was shot” ran through my head.

I got up and started looking around for my clothes but was hit by the pounding of my head. I fell to the ground and sat there, with my head in my hands and the threat of tears welling in my eyes.

Jett’s strong arms came up from behind me and picked me up. He brought me to the bed and sat down, with me in his lap.

“What the fuck is going on?” I said into my hands, trying to hold back the tears. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine, he just got grazed. He’s stitched up and back at the club sleeping it off.”

“Sleeping it off? As if he is getting over a hangover? He got fucking shot! Shot, Jett!”

“I’m well aware of what happened,” Jett gritted out.

Sensing his anger, I calmed my racing heart and said, “I just don’t understand what’s going on. What the fuck is Lot 17 and why is it such a big deal? Who is this dickhead who wants to control your life? And why was Kace shot at?”

Taking a deep breath, Jett said, “You and Kace are the closest things to me and the prick who is doing all this knows that. I’m trying to make it seem like that’s not the case but I’m apparently not doing a good enough job. I can’t go into detail about everything because I truly don’t want to get you involved…”

“Well, too fucking late for that,” I yelled while holding my head and getting off Jett. “Just tell me already what this is all about.”

He grabbed my hand but I pulled away. His shoulders sank in defeat, an act I never thought to see come from Jett. He was such a stoic man that to see him slouch, to show some vulnerability was such a foreign thing to me.

“You trust me, right?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then please, Goldie, please let me take care of this. It is killing me inside that I can’t take care of you, that…that I’m not man enough to give you what you need.”

Our previous conversation about his ex came to the forefront of my mind and I gritted down on my teeth as I thought about the bitch who made Jett so insecure. I wanted to know what was going on because being kept in the dark wasn’t working for me anymore but I also wanted to give Jett the opportunity to be the person he wanted to be, the person to protect me so I swallowed my pride and grabbed his hands.

“I want you to know that I have never in my life felt so protected, so cherished and so lusted after in my entire life. You make me feel things I didn’t even think were possible so please don’t for one moment think that you aren’t taking care of me, or that you’re not man enough for me, because you are.” I kissed him on the cheek and said, “It’s just hard right now. I want to help and I get that you don’t want to involve me but just understand that this is frustrating for me too, okay?”

Nodding his head, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and said, “I understand, little one.” He kissed right above my bad eye and shook his head. “God, I can’t…” His words caught in his throat and his lips nuzzled into my hair as he continued to speak, “I’m losing myself in you. When Kace said something happened to you, I thought the ground fell out from under me. You’re more than just another Jett Girl to me, Goldie. You’re a bright spot in the dull life that I’ve been living, you make me feel like I’m not alone anymore and your laugh, your smile, they’re so goddamn infectious that I find myself losing every last wall I’ve built while I’m around you. You’re a challenge, you’re a little spitfire with a mouth that could bring a sailor to his knees and the best thing about all of this is that for some godforsaken reason, you chose me. You chose to stick through all the bullshit I’ve thrown at you and you’ve forgiven me for my insecurities and immature ways of handling things.” He gripped my head with both hands as tears fell from my eyes. “I’m falling for you, Goldie, so fucking hard and fast that I can’t even catch my breath, find my footing and all want to do is spend my days with you in my arms but I have to deal with this bullshit first. I have some things I need to think about but please know that no matter what, my heart rests in those beautiful hands of yours. You’re the keeper, little one.”

I was floored. Jett could be an eloquent man of words but what he just said to me, what he just confessed was his way of saying those three little words that I craved to hear from him, that I craved to say to him. He was telling me, in his own Jett Colby kind of way that he loved me and for the love of all dicks and vaginas, I was in love with the man too. From head to toe, there was nothing that I didn’t love about the man. He was perfect. From his perfectly styled hair, to the southern voice that rang from his lips, to his insecurities and the stoicism he felt was so important to display.

I may spar with Kace more, I may joke around with Diego but when it came to Jett, he took the cake. His soul was married to mine the minute he asked for a bourbon at Kitten’s Castle. We were brought together for a reason and I wasn’t going to let that go.

I kissed his lips and let his arms wander up my back, under my shirt and relished in the feel of skin-to-skin, one of his favorite things to feel. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

“Goldie, this might not be the best time—”

“Shh.” I put my finger over his lips. “I want to feel you.”

I pushed him back on my bed and then took off my shirt and bra that was already unclasped, I chose to ignore the thought that popped up in my mind as to why my bra was undone. Jett’s eyes lit with passion and eagerness. He wasn’t about to maul me but I knew if I asked, if I encouraged him, he would have me submitting to him in two seconds flat.

Hovering right above him, I pressed my lips to his lips and then pressed my breasts against his bare chest. The feeling was erotic but comforting. My nipples danced across his skin as I positioned myself so I was more on his side and resting my head on his shoulder. His hand that was wrapped around me, caressed my back lightly and his lips found the top of my head. My fingers danced across his chest as we laid in silence, just holding each other, taking a moment out of time to just feel each other and experience.

I nuzzled his chest and said, “Thank you, Jett, for being everything to me. For making me feel again and for making me realize that there really is something to live for.”

His only response was a hitch in his breath and a kiss to my head. I knew I caught him in a vulnerable moment so I wasn’t going to push him, instead, I fell sleep to the tracing of his fingers against my bare back. All thoughts of the night before vanished and images of Jett and I together clouded my mind as I drifted off into a darkness that encompassed my mind and body.

When I woke up that morning, I was alone to my disappointment but I understood given the situation. I stretched my body and winced when my head throbbed and my muscles ached but not in a good way. I looked over to the side of the bed that Jett was sleeping on and saw that he left his T-shirt that he came in. It was folded on the pillow he was using and I smiled to myself as I grabbed it and threw it over my head.

The smell of sweet and charming Jett Colby washed over me as I hugged my pillow. It was the little gestures that I appreciated, that kept me moving forward. I went to grab my phone to thank him when I saw there was a note on my nightstand along with a bag from Café du Monde. That could only mean one thing. I took a quick look inside and moaned from the sight of three beignets waiting for my consumption. The man was a god.

I grabbed the card that was next to the bag and tore it open. In typical Jett fashion, his chicken scratch was scrolled across crisp white paper in green marker.

Faith, I just needed to have faith.

Little one, 

I need you to know that in a matter of a couple of months, you have flipped my world upside down. You’re the reason why my heart is set on striving for more because you make me want to be a better man, to give people what they deserve. Your smile, your bright eyes and your quirky mouth bring me so much damn joy every day that at times, I wonder how I became so lucky to have stumbled across you at the cemetery. 

These next couple of days are going to be hard. You’re going to see and hear things that you’re not going to like but I want you to know that it means nothing because in my heart, you’re the one who lies there, who has buried herself so far deep in there that I know if you ever left me, it would no longer beat. You’re my pulse, Goldie. 

Have faith in me and in us. 

-J 

Chapter Thirty Four

“Freak”

Jett

My knee bounced up and down as I took a sip of the lousy excuse for champagne that rested in my hand. Never did I ever picture myself at an expensive boutique, sitting on an uncomfortable chair while waiting for some girl to try on dresses but here I was, waiting for a private fashion show from Keylee.

It was the night before the Mayor’s Ball and instead of spending it with Goldie in my arms, I was dealing with a stressed out Keylee because I kept canceling our “dates” to pick out a dress. I was hoping that she caught the hint that I really didn’t want to go, especially after everything that happened with Goldie and Kace, I just couldn’t see myself going out in public and being fake unless it truly mattered, like at the Mayor’s Ball but Keylee wouldn’t drop it. So that was why I found myself surrounded by cooing women and Keylee’s touchy hands.

“Oh I don’t know about this one, it seems a little revealing,” Keylee announced loud enough that I could hear her through the dressing room. Great, revealing, just what I fucking needed.

I ran my hand over my mouth as I sat back in my seat, might as well get comfortable since it seemed like I was going to be here for a while.

“I think it looks so sexy on you,” said the saleslady who was helping Keylee. I was sure she did think it looked good on Keylee. Keylee was about to drop a chunk of change in the shop and the lady would most likely do anything to have that commission.

“I don’t know,” Keylee said hesitantly. She was a good actress, I didn’t buy her shy act one bit. I knew who she was and what she’s done in the past. She’s a spoiled elite-ess with the ability to make anyone feel for her at the drop of a hat. I was annoyed already and I had to spend the next night with her hanging all over me just to put on a front.

“Let’s just show him.”

“Okay.”

The curtain to the dressing room flew open and Keylee stood in front of me wearing a purple dress made of some kind of shiny fabric. There was a slit on the right that went to mid-thigh which was all right but it was the low cut of the dress that went to her naval that had me adjusting in my seat, not because I was attracted to her but because her chest was popping out so much that I didn’t know what to tell her.

“He’s speechless!” the annoying saleslady said. I looked at her name tag and cringed. Of course her name was Meghan. Goldie and I talked about meanings of names one day and she introduced me to Urban Dictionary that has a meaning for every name. Meghan came up as a skanky ass ho which pleased Goldie because apparently there was a Meghan at Kitten’s Castle that fit the description perfectly and so did this girl.

The memory of looking up names with Goldie one night brought a smile to my face that Keylee misinterpreted.

“You do like it,” she said while sauntering over to me.

Fuck, wrong time to think about Goldie.

“It is revealing,” I said while trying to look anywhere else but her cleavage which was approaching me at eye level.

“But not too much, right? And it’s purple. I know how that’s your color…for Jett Girls and all.” She batted her eyelashes as bile threatened to surface.

She stood right in front of me and then without invitation, sat down on my lap. I was so surprised, I didn’t have time to react before she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in close.

“You can’t tell me that you don’t find me attractive in this dress, Jett, that purple isn’t my color, that you can’t envision me, riding you all night long in your Bourbon Room,” she whispered into my ear.

If Goldie was the one in the dress, with her body clinging to mine, whispering in my ear, I would have laid her down on the ground and had her naked in seconds but with Keylee, I was more repulsed then anything. The only thing holding me back from letting her land flat on her back after I peeled her hands off me and got up was the fact that she was the key to getting my dad to lay off for a day or two until the bids were accepted. After that, I would find a way to protect Goldie, a different way and it didn’t consist of her living under Diego’s roof. That was for damn sure.

I put on a brave face and said, “You look great in purple but I think it might be a little much for the Mayor’s Ball.”

She smiled and leaned closer, pressing her lips right against my ear as her breasts were shoved against my chest. “I can always save this one for the after party.” She winked as she pulled away but not before brushing her hand against my crotch with a suggestive smile.

She must be delusional because there was no way in hell there was going to be an after party with her. After the Mayor’s Ball, I planned on spending the night in Goldie’s arms, even if it meant sneaking into Diego’s place. I was going to need to be refueled by Goldie’s gorgeous and beautiful personality after tomorrow night.

“Let’s try something a little more tasteful, Meghan. But I want to stick with purple. It seems to work well for me and Jett agrees.”

“I have something in mind that will be perfect,” the skanky ho said as she winked at me and went off to the main floor to grab another dress.

If another woman winked at me, I was going to jab them in the eye with my damn finger. Irritation was filling up my very soul as I continued to sit in an uncomfortable situation that my father put me in.

“Jett, I need some help,” Keylee called out.

“Uh, I think that Meghan girl is going to be back soon.”

“Ouch, I think I’m stuck,” Keylee said in a panic. “Please, Jett, I need your help.”

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the dressing room. Keylee was fidgeting with the zipper of her dress when she looked up at me in the mirror.

“Can you please assist me? Just get it going.”

Uncomfortable wouldn’t even begin to describe the feeling I was having. I knew damn well that she could wait for the skanky ho but this was her way of getting me to be more hands on. I squelched the growl of anger that wanted to come out of me and grabbed the zipper on the dress. With more force than I needed, I yanked the zipper down at the same time Keylee let the dress drop to the floor by removing her arms.

She stood with her back to me, wearing only a thong and that was it. She had zero modesty because instead of covering up, she thrust her chest out and shook her hair. Her tits were high and perky, definite boob job. There was no way those were real, they were hot, but there was no way they were real.

Turning around to face me, she grabbed my lapels before I could retreat and brought me closer to her. I made sure to keep my eyes trained on hers so I didn’t give her the wrong impression. Everything about this moment was so wrong and I didn’t want to make it worse by taking a look at her chest. I wasn’t interested but I was a man too. It was difficult to not take a look but I kept my eyes focused on the task at hand.

“Put your hands around me, Jett. I want to feel those strong hands on my skin, running up my rib cage and playing with the skin under my breasts. I want to feel your mouth all over my body, sucking on my nipples, playing with me, teasing me. I want to submit to you, Jett. My body is yours to do whatever you want with.”

It was rather disturbing how much she knew about me and the Lafayette Club. I didn’t know where she was getting her information but I didn’t like it. She knew too much.

Keylee was pretty but she wasn’t Jett Girl material. She would be in it for all the wrong reasons and she was too privileged. She wouldn’t work hard like the other girls. Plus, she was annoying as fuck and I couldn’t deal with that.

“Now is not the time, Keylee.”

“But there will be a time, right, Jett?” Her hands ran down my chest and gripped the loops of my belt. I kept my hands in my pockets, not wanting to give her any ideas.

“Keylee, this is supposed to be a friends thing, I thought I made that clear. You’re beautiful, but I don’t want to jump into anything just yet.”

“I know but I just want you to know that I see the way you look at me and I see the interest in your eyes. I want you to know that when you’re ready you won’t have to ask because I’ll be so fucking wet and ready for you that you will be able to slip that giant cock into me with ease.”

Who the fuck talked like that? Goldie said shit like that but that was different, she was with me. Keylee barely knew me. She was slightly psychotic. Good pick, Jett.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said nicely as I pulled her hands from my pants and set them to her side. I looked at my watch and said, “It’s late, Keylee, and I have a couple of proposals I have to work on. I trust your style. I’ll be by your place to pick you up tomorrow at eight. Please don’t be late.”

“But what about dinner?”

I turned around from the slight distance I was able to put between us. “I’ll have to reschedule. I do apologize for my rudeness. Will you forgive me?” It took all the strength in my body to be kind to her.

She smiled and said, “Depends on how you plan on apologizing,” and with that, she shut the curtain to the dressing room and cut the cord she had wrapped around me. Thank Fuck.

I grabbed the champagne that was on the table, finished off the dog piss and then took off for the front while texting my driver to pull forward. When I hit the front of the store, I was blinded by photographers.

Keylee.

She must have tipped them off. I took a deep breath, put my hand in front of my face to block off the flashes and headed to the car my driver just pulled up.

“Jett, is it true you’re now seeing Keylee Zinc?”

“I heard she’s pregnant. Is the baby yours?”

“Did you like the way she looked in that purple dress?”

Photographers called out questions as I retreated to the car. Well, I wanted my dad to believe I wasn’t involved with Goldie, if this didn’t do it, I didn’t know what would.

When I was in the car, I pulled out my phone and hit speed dial. I needed to hear her voice, I needed to be reenergized. She answered on the second ring.

“So I have this special ringtone for you and I swear to God, it’s like I’m Pavlov’s dog or something because every time I hear your ringtone, I instantly get wet.”

Now that was what I was fucking talking about, that was what I needed, my sweet little one talking dirty to me.

“Your ability to answer your phone without saying hello is refreshing. What if I was someone else?”

She thought about it for a second and then said, “I guess they would know the kind of effect you have on me.”

“And what kind of effect is that?”

“You make me horny,” she said without a hiccup.

“Why do I always happen to be in public situations when you get all spicy on me?”

“Where are you?” she asked with innocence.

“In my car, going back to the club.”

“Why don’t you swing by the French Quarter. I heard there is a girl in a kink club who needs a good spanking.”

Groaning, I responded, “You have no idea the kind of punishment I want to give you for making me hard right now but I can’t. Soon though, little one, very soon.”

“How soon?” I heard her rustling around.

“Are you in bed?” I asked, ignoring her question.

“I might be.”

“What are you wearing?” I asked as I gulped and started to get hard, just from the mere thought of her in her bed, talking to me. That is what she did to me, the little man-eater.

“If I said nothing, would that make you come over?”

“It would make me come, that’s for damn sure.”

“Mmm, Mr. Colby, it sounds like your lips are a little looser these days. It seems like I’m having a bad influence on you.”

“I wouldn’t say it was a bad influence but it’s an influence.”

“I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It’s a fucking fantastic thing, little one,” I said weakly.”

“You sound upset, is everything okay?” she asked, always perceptive.

I ran my hand through my hair, a nervous tendency, as I looked out the window at the pastel houses of the Garden District.

“Yes, I just…” I paused and caught my breath from my pounding heart. I never realized how much I needed Goldie until she was untouchable. “I miss you,” I admitted.

“You’re killing me,” she said as I heard her shift again.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m giving the old beany boo a tickle. Keep talking, your voice alone will make me come all over my damn fingers.

“Fuck, Goldie. What did I tell you about touching yourself? Whose pussy does that belong to?”

I heard her huff out a breath. “Well, since it’s attached to my little v-section here I would say mine but by the tone in your voice, I guess I have to say you.”

“You have to say?”

“God, you’re demanding tonight.”

“Who does your pussy belong to, little one?” I asked between clenched teeth.

“You,” she said breathlessly, still shifting.

“Goldie! Are you still touching yourself?”

“What?! No…”

“Do you know what happens to liars?”

“They climax while their boyfriend tells them how much he would love to eat them out?”

I shook my head and held back the smile that was trying to cross my face.

“They’re brought to the edge of orgasm while being tied down and then they never fall over because they are left hanging…for the night.”

“You wouldn’t…”

“I so fucking would so remove your hand from the delicious pussy of yours.”

She moaned in the phone as her breath picked up.”

“Goldie…” I reprimanded.

“Oh….God…” she breathed out. “I wish you were here, sucking on my hard nipples right now. They’re so fucking hard, Jett.”

I gripped the back of my neck as I took a deep breath of frustration. Frustration for not being able to be the one who brought my girl to orgasm. My erection from just hearing her breath pressed against the zipper of my pants and I shifted in my seat to get a little more comfortable.

I pressed the intercom to my driver and said, “Drive around until I’m ready to go back to the club.”

Thankfully the limo I was in was completely closed off from the public and my driver. I unclasped my belt and pulled down my pants until my erection sprang free.

“Please tell me that was your zipper that I just heard.”

“Do you have something you have to say to me?” I asked as I started stroking myself. My head fell back as images of Goldie ran through my mind.

“I’m so fucking here to submit to you, Jett. God, I want you so bad.”

“Tell me, little one. Are you naked?”

“I am.”

“How do the sheets feel against your gorgeous naked body?”

“Not as good as your hands would feel.”

“Where would you want me to touch you?”

Her breathing hitched as she said, “I would want you to play with my nipples. I swear if nipples could have blue balls, mine would have the biggest blue balls known to man. They’re just begging for your touch, for your fingers to roll them and then for your mouth to claim them.”

A tingling sensation shot up my spine from her words.

“If I was there, I would not only claim your nipples but I would bite them until you moaned my name, then my mouth would travel down your stomach until I hovered right above your pussy. From there, I would tease you with little flicks of my tongue until you were sopping wet. Tell me, little one, how wet are you now?”

Her voice was strained as she said, “So unbelievably wet.”

“Where are your fingers, little one? Are they inside, buried deep or are they just teasing that little nub of yours?”

“Teasing.”

My strokes started to pick up, envisioning her just stroking herself but never going deep enough, like I do.

“I want you to bury your fingers inside you like I would. I want to hear you moan from the pressure you put on your clit while you finger yourself.”

“I don’t know how…” she said breathlessly.

“Yes, you do, little one. Just stick two of those beautiful fingers inside you and press down on your clit with your thumb. Do this for me, little one. Please me.”

“There’s nothing I want more,” she said as she moaned out my name.

My cock twitched in my hand from the little mews coming through the phone.

“Oh…God.” She panted. “Oh fuck, Jett…”

“Are you going to come?” I asked as my release neared.

“Yes, please, may I come?”

“Pull your hand away,” I demanded, trying to stretch out my orgasm.

“What?!”

“You heard me, pull away.”

A strangled cry escaped her mouth, indicating her displeasure with my command.

“Tell me, little one, what kind of sensations are rolling around in you right now? If you do a good job describing them to me, I will let you come.”

“I’m numb.” She breathed out. “My clit is throbbing uncontrollably as my legs tingle with passion. Passion that you gave me, that you made me feel. There is a fire that built up in the pit of my stomach and if I don’t come soon I think I might combust. Fuck, if I was a guy, my erection would win a goddamn prize at a county fair. My lady balls are in your hand, Jett, please let me come.”

I didn’t hesitate because I could feel my balls tighten and my impending release start to come forth as I squeezed the tip of my cock. “You may come, little one.”

“Thank fuccccck,” she drawled out as her breathing picked up and unintelligible moans flew out of her mouth.

Hearing her come over the phone was my undoing. I leaned over and pumped my hand up and down until every last drop was out of me.

“Holy cock and balls, that was amazing,” Goldie said over the phone, making me laugh.

“It could have been better,” I breathed out.

“Well, I’ll take phone sex Jett over no sex Jett right now any day. Thank you for lending your pussy to me. I hope it had a good time.”

I laughed. “Don’t make a habit of it. I’m not very good at sharing.”

“Sharing is caring, Jethro.”

“Jethro?”

“Not your full name?”

I laughed again. “No, it’s just Jett.”

“Well, that’s boring. Are you sure it’s not Jethro or maybe Jettispher or Jettonathan.”

“You nailed it on the head, Jettonathan is my real name. How did you ever guess?” I said sarcastically.

“I’m just that good,” she said in the phone with arrogance.