Текст книги "Forever a Jett Girl "

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9

“Friend Like You”

Goldie

Two days working with Eva, Bizzy, and Mercy and they were still just as closed off as when I started with them. There would only be one reason why they weren’t opening up and it had to do with Rex. He had to be holding something over their heads, something more than just being fired from working at the club. Blane was the same way, he was reserved, kept to himself over at the bar and would occasionally work with one the girls on a demonstration, something I would never get used to watching.

For some reason, seeing another dominant work a submissive hit too close to home for me. When I was watching Diego, it was different; he wasn’t entirely dominating the woman he was with when they were practicing, he was more like dancing with her…in a sexual way, but still, watching Blane with the girls was different. It was like having an out of body experience, watching myself and Jett together, especially when it was Mercy and Blane working together.

After a long day of showing the girls how to pose properly, asses out, breasts up, and figuring out when they should rotate in tandem with the music, I was pooped and ready to sink into my rock hard mattress, thank you, Rex.

Once again, the man went off with Mercy today. The whole concept was so strange to me and it made me think he really was playing me. He was using me as a tool against Jett, the only thing he didn’t realize was, I was using him as well.

After a quick shower, I settled into my bed, turned on my phone, and took a look at it. Every day when I got back from working at Masquerade, I begged for there to be a message on my phone from Jett. I know I left him without a clear answer as to what I was doing, but I just hoped he was able to push past his thoughts, the thoughts that I knew were clouding his mind.

To my disappointment, once again, there were no messages left for me on my phone, nothing. Not even from the girls.

I had never felt so lonely in my life. Even after my parents passed, I at least still had Lyla; right now, I had no one.

It was my doing; I did this to myself, but I thought maybe, just maybe, the relationships I built with the other girls were genuine, but after not hearing from them, it seemed like I was wrong.

Setting my alarm, I put my phone back down and rested my head on my pillow and waved good night to Thomas Jefferson…the man was growing on me.

Rex had already turned in hours ago; he was by no means a night owl. I spent some time in the “library,” flipping through some of the books that were dustier than a mummy’s vagina. None of them had pictures, all of them had words I couldn’t understand, and not one single book talked about sex. What was that about? A touch to the wrist was a scandal. Boo! Give me flying tits and probing dicks.

After I got tired of searching for a book that at least wrote about a man’s giant sword, I took a shower and went to bed. Sleeping in Rex’s house was not comfortable. I didn’t belong here. He didn’t make me feel welcome; he made me feel like a prisoner. Shock alert, the man liked to suppress women, should have seen that coming.

Lately, it’s been hard for me to fall asleep. There were too many thoughts running through my head. Thoughts like, how the hell was I going to expose Rex and Leo before the interviews for Lot 17 when I had no time away from Rex? When I wasn’t in his house, being trapped in the confines of his crusty historian walls, he had me working with the girls. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Blane, and I hadn’t had a chance to explore the club to devise a plan. It was almost as if he knew I was up to something.

I blanched at the thought. He couldn’t know, could he? No, he was too caught up in Mercy’s pussy to even be concerned about what I was doing.

Even though my mind was wandering, my eyes started to drift shut, just as a clunking sound came from my window. I turned just in time to see it opening, causing me to stifle a screech.

Before I could pull out one of the ancient machetes Rex had lying around, Kace fell through my window, making a bump on the ground.

“Jesus,” I said, as I scrambled to the end of my bed to look at him. “What the hell are you doing? You did not just climb up the house and through my window.”

Lifting himself up, he brushed off his pants and then stood. “I did.”

“What if my window was locked?”

“Why wasn’t it locked?” he asked gruffly, while crossing his arms over his chest…classic Kace move.

“Why are you here?” I countered.

“Why did you leave?”

Gah! Infuriating man.

“God, you’re frustrating,” I complained, while keeping my voice down. “And how did you find me?”

“Rex texted Jett.”

I could feel my face turn white and the blood drain from it in a matter of seconds. Rex texted Jett? Of course he did. Why wouldn’t he? He was a prideful man, and when he felt like he won, he wasn’t a gentleman about it. No, he liked to rub it in.

“You can’t be serious. How is Jett?”

“How do you think he is?” Kace asked, as he sat on my bed next to me.

My body heated instantly from having him around, from having someone familiar and safe talking to me. I didn’t feel like I had to have my guard up.

“Shit,” I muttered. “I told him I would be back, that he needed to have faith.”

“Yes, but he’s a man who needs control at all times, and by leaving, you took that away from him. I’ve never seen him like this. He’s confused; he’s unprepared. He’s going back and forth constantly about how he feels. You’ve completely uprooted him.”

I buried my head in my hands and felt tears rush to my eyes as my throat clogged. With a gentle touch, very unlike Kace, he pulled me into his chest and held me as I cried. From the kind gesture and the comfort of his arms, I felt myself fall over that edge, the edge I was hanging on to by a thread. All the stress and mental abuse I put myself through came tumbling down.

The sweet caress of Kace’s hand ran up and down my back as he held on to me while I soaked his shirt with tears and, unfortunately, snot. I was a guaranteed ugly crier, happened every time.

“Come back with me,” Kace said into my ear. “Come back to the club.”

“I can’t. If I go back, I can’t live the life I want to live.”

“What life is that?” he asked, while lifting my chin to look him in the eyes.

Lust poured out of him, the same kind of lust I’d seen from him on multiple previous occasions. Not that he opened up to me…he wasn’t very good at hiding his feelings when it came to the unmistakable tension between us.

“Kace…” I said softly.

He exhaled harshly and pressed his forehead against mine.

“Why did you have to sign the contract, Goldie? Why did you have to pick him?”

Tears rained harder down my cheeks as I stared into Kace’s soulful eyes. He always had a strong veneer to hide behind, he never really showed his true feelings, ever, so to see him breaking in front of me, cracking, had my heart falling to pieces.

“I fell for him the moment I heard his voice in Kitten’s Castle. There was nothing I could do, Kace. I’m sorry. He saved me, he gave me hope, and he gave me a new beginning and stole my heart at the same time.”

I felt Kace nod against me in understanding.

“Do you think I would have had a chance with you if we met elsewhere?”

The vulnerability in his voice cut through me. Why was he asking all these questions?

“I don’t even want to think about that,” I admitted honestly. “Why are you asking? Where is all this coming from?”

Pulling away, Kace ran his hands through his hair and actually looked distressed. It was rather shocking. I never thought I would see Kace crawling through one of my windows one day, let alone showing me one ounce of emotion.

“I need closure, Lo. I just need to drop this and move on, so I needed to know how you truly felt.” He paused for a second and shook his head. “You know, for a little bit, I thought that maybe I had a chance from the way you looked at me, but the moment you saw Jett, actually met him, I knew it was all over, but I still hung on.”

“I’m sorry,” I all but whispered.

“Don’t be. Your heart wants what it wants. It’s not the first time I’ve lost something in my life.”

“I want you to be happy, Kace. Maybe you will find what I have with Jett with someone else. Maybe Pepper?”

Kace laughed softly and shook his head. “That would never happen. We’re just good at fucking, which Jett caught us at, by the way.”

“Seriously?” I asked, while pushing Kace’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” he replied, while pulling on the back of his neck and looking over at me. “It was right after you left; he wasn’t happy.”

The smirk on Kace’s face mended the pieces of my heart that had fallen apart. Was this what it felt like to be Kace’s friend? To have a normal conversation with the man without it escalating? I liked it; I liked it a lot.

“Look at us joking and being friends,” I teased.

“Never friends,” he smirked at me.

“Always friends.” I pinched his side, making him grab my hand and give my pinchers the death grip.

“Do that again, and Rex will be barging in here from the noise that comes out of your mouth when I start tickling the shit out of you.”

A tickling war with Kace? Yeah, I wouldn’t pass up that opportunity. My heart belonged to Jett, but I had a vagina, and she knew what a little touching spree would be like with Kace.

“So, how’s the club? Does anyone miss me?”

“They do,” he reassured me. “We’re not allowed to contact you, actually, but it’s not very often I pay attention to the rules.”

“Hence, you boning Pepper.”

“Watch it,” he warned, but with a smirk, making it hard for me to take him seriously. “Lyla is a Jett Girl.”

“What?” I asked, as I felt my eyes pop out of their sockets. “Lyla, my roommate? My friend Lyla?”

“Yeah, she’s filling in for you right now, keeping the members happy, and swears she can help bring you back.”

“She’s high,” I joked. “I bet she is one hot piece of ass up on the stage. She would put me to shame if I was next to her.”

“She’s pretty damn gorgeous,” Kace admitted, as he looked away from me.

Oh, my God!

“You like her! Oh, my God, Kace, you like her! You like Lyla!”

“Squeal one more time…pretty sure the neighbors didn’t hear you.”

“Eeep! I’m sorry, but you and Lyla. Oh, my God, you would make the most gorgeous babies. Jesus, I’m kind of getting a lady boner over the thought of you two together.”

“Cool it,” Kace said, getting tense on me once again. “I just said she was gorgeous.”

“No, you said pretty damn gorgeous and then had this look in your eyes, like you wished she was pumping up and down on your shaft right now.”

“This is why we’re not friends.”

“Have you talked to her?”

“Of course I’ve talked to her; I’m not a mute.”

“Oh, really? Because I’m pretty sure you don’t ever talk when I’m around.”

“That’s because I want to see what kind of insane shit comes out of your mouth. You never cease to amaze me.”

“I aim to please,” I smiled. “Seriously, though. Are you going to ask her out?”

He shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe. She has a mouth kind of like yours. You should have seen her when she walked into Jett’s office and told him how things were going to be if she was a Jett Girl. Jett didn’t even have a chance to get a word in. I kind of wanted to fuck her right after that.”

I sat there with my mouth open, hanging to the floor. I was shocked, not just because Kace was telling me about his feelings for Lyla, but because he was able to speak more than a few sentences. Maybe the man did need closure, because right now, I felt lighter, happier to just be talking with Kace, not fighting, not trying to dodge the sexual tension between us.

“This makes me so happy,” I giggled with joy, making Kace roll his eyes.

“Jesus, this is why I don’t tell you things, because you do this girly shit.”

“I’m sorry, should I pretend I have a dick and jerk off to the information?”

“Is that what you think guys do? Jerk off when they tell each other shit?”

“How else would you celebrate? Dick high fives?”

“Normally, we don’t just whip our dicks out when we’re around each other. Pretty much keep those wrapped up.”

“That’s boring. Guys have that whole vision of girls hitting each other with pillows in their underwear at slumber parties. Well, in my mind, when you’re all together, you hang out with your wangs out and just jostle them around when talking. You know, like, ‘Hey, man, great game today,’ jostle, jostle,” I said, while pretending to jostle my own pretend dick.

Kace gave me a questioning look and then shook his head. “There is something so beyond wrong with you.”

“So, I take that as a no?”

“No,” he said, while blowing out a loud breath. “So, has he been treating you well?” Kace asked, while taking in the surroundings of Rex’s room.

“Sure. He hasn’t really done anything bad to me. He’s kind of moody, and even though he says he wants me, he wants us to be together, I know he’s lying, because when he’s at his club, he goes and fucks some girl in the back.”

“And you’re mad about that?”

“Well, I mean, I don’t want to sleep with Rex, obviously, but it does something to a girl’s ego when a guy goes off with another woman when she’s supposed to be having a fake relationship with him. You know? I mean, how rude.”

“Don’t you have bigger things to worry about than who Rex is having sex with? Maybe like what the hell you’re doing here in the first place? What are you trying to accomplish?”

Sitting back on the bed and resting against the headboard, I said, “Diego told me about some illegal business Rex and Leo might be conducting, and I knew if I could get some evidence, figure out what they were doing, I would be able to bury them and live my life with Jett. I’m sick of hiding. I’m sick of not having a relationship with the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Kace cringed for a second and then asked, “Are they doing illegal stuff?”

“Oh, my God, yes. So, it’s like a sex club, but worse. The girls are crazy fem-bots that walk around with their heads down, waiting to be plucked away by one of the members to be fucked in the back room. I haven’t really seen what goes on back there, but I know the girls are getting paid for sex. It’s consensual, believe me, I’ve asked them, but it’s paid for. I just don’t know how to pin him for it.”

“Can you record it?”

“That would be the easiest solution, but I’m not allowed to bring in any kind of phone or electronic device. I’m surprised I’m allowed to wear clothes in there. You should see it, Kace. The girls are naked all the time. I know who has a mole where and what cup size each of the girls are. I mean, who wants to be naked all the time, in front of people, and with other girls? The shit going on over there is so fucked up. And, get this, the bartender, his name is Blane, and apparently…”

“Blane Wilson?” Kace asked, cutting me off.

“Uh, I don’t know his last name. He has blond hair, and he’s a beefcake.”

“Blane Wilson,” Kace said, shaking his head.

“Do you know him?”

“Yes, he went to school with us. He hung out with the wrong people at school and ended up getting into drug trafficking.”

“Holy shit, seriously?”

“Yes, he’s not from here though. He grew up in Australia and moved here to be with his uncle when he was young. Technically, he shouldn’t be in the states, but if he goes back to Australia, there are men there waiting to kill him.”

“Noooo,” I said dramatically, as I leaned forward.

“Yes, the dude is a good guy, but made some bad choices in his life.”

“That explains what Rex has hanging over his head. Pretty much, Rex is blackmailing him to work at the club and dominate the women in front of all of the members. Rex calls them demonstrations; it’s so fucking weird.”

“Sounds like it. How do you plan on exposing Rex and Leo?”

“I don’t know yet, but I’ll figure something out. I heard that they were in the lead for Lot 17; they’re the top contender right now. Without this information to expose them, I’m afraid they might win the space, then what happens? Would I ever be able to live my life with Jett the way I want?”

“I don’t know,” Kace shook his head. “I wish I had a more solid answer for you, but Leo, especially, is a dangerous man, and he will do whatever it takes to make things happen for him. He won’t stop until he gets what he wants or he’s exposed, and I know damn sure, he’s never fully satisfied.”

“That’s what I was afraid of,” I admitted. “Blane wants to work together to get the information we need. We just have to figure out how to do it first. We have a week still, right?”

“Pretty much, a little over a week. Interviews are next Friday.”

I nodded and then said, “I have an event I have to go to with Rex. Please tell me Jett is not going to be there.”

“Not sure,” Kace said, while looking away from me, making me believe he was lying.

“Kace…” I warned.

“He might be there, Goldie. Whatever you do, avoid him. I know you, you’re going to want to coddle him, but you have to be cold, you have to stay away. If you don’t, you’re going to tip Rex off, and then everything will go downhill from there.”

“That makes sense,” I swallowed, trying not to panic from the thought of seeing Jett on Saturday. I wanted nothing more than to see the man, to touch him, or just even be close enough to smell his masculine scent, but I knew I had to keep my distance. I had to act like I despised the man, when in fact, I loved him.

10

“Hard Work”

Jett

“Mr. Black is available now,” Aubrey, Zane Black’s assistant said, as she escorted me back to his office.

She was your typical secretary, blonde, busty, and sexy. I applauded Zane for having good taste; I wouldn’t have expected anything less from the man. Even though she was quite beautiful, there was something about her that told me her hair didn’t match her mind. She seemed intelligent and loyal; I liked that about her. And what I liked best about her was she didn’t seem to eat me alive with her eyes. It was refreshing.

We walked up to a grand door and I allowed Aubrey to open the door for me, escorting me into Zane’s office.

“Mr. Black, Mr. Colby is here to see you.”

Zane Black, a real estate mogul in New York City, stood up from his desk while buttoning his jacket and walked toward me. The man had quite a story, working from rags to riches, making a name for himself without help from anyone. He was a man to be admired.

Sticking out his hand, he introduced himself, “Mr. Colby, what a pleasure.”

I took his hand and said, “You can call me Jett.”

“Then, please, call me Z. No one really calls me Zane, and Mr. Black seems too formal for both of us. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“I’m quite fine right now, thank you.”

Quietly, Aubrey closed the door on us and Zane led me to the sitting area in his office, a move I found to be quite humble. Any other power hungry man would have had me sit across from him at his desk, but not Zane, he welcomed me into his office and offered me an even playing field. I liked the man already.

“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Z.”

Zane crossed his foot over his knee and relaxed in his chair, making me feel more comfortable with the ease in his posture he was displaying.

“I have to admit, when I heard you wanted to meet, I was intrigued as to what you wanted to talk about, since we’re both bidding for the same piece of property. Does this have anything to do with that?”

“It does,” I said, shifting in my seat and adjusting my jacket.

There was a limit of information I wanted to divulge when it came to talking to Zane. I didn’t want him to know about Goldie, because that would show weakness, and I didn’t want him to know about my feud with my father, because that would show jealousy. I wanted him to know the basics, but I wanted him to work with me.

“How important is Lot 17 to you?”

A small grin spread across Zane’s face as he thought about what I asked him. I could see this wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought it was when I first walked in. He was easygoing, but he was still a business man.

“It would allow me to expand my racing business. I have some thoughts about racing down in New Orleans, and Lot 17 would help with that.”

Zane Black owns Black Top Racing, an underground racing company in New York City. Black Top Racing wasn’t how he made all his money; it was a hobby he developed once he made his billions. The whole concept of Zane’s racing was actually intriguing, and I considered standing in on one of his races one day because of the uniqueness of his speedway. Thanks to Jeremy, I knew all about his underground secrets.

“What would you say if I told you I had access to the Riverfront Expressway Tunnel and could get you the rights to the underground road?”

Visibly, Zane perked up at my mention of the unfinished underground expressway in the heart of New Orleans. It was a tunnel the city started to build to ease traffic in 1960, but it was never completed, and instead of opening it up, it was closed off to the public. The Expressway was an attribute I knew Zane would be interested in obtaining, since he kept his speedway private.

“You’ve peaked my interest. What do you need from me?”

Smiling inwardly, I folded my hands together and said, “There are three bids up for interview next week, you, me and Rex Titan. Lot 17 means a great deal to me. I have plans to make a park for the local Boys and Girls Club, an organization that’s very dear to me. Right now, Rex Titan has the upper hand, due to his illegal plans, which have caught the eyes of some city officials.”

“What do you mean illegal?”

“Currently, he has a gentleman’s club, which a good portion of the city’s elite attend…”

“Don’t you have a club like that?” Zane asked.

“I do, but mine differs from theirs in a vast way. In my club, the women hold the cards. They are never touched, never naked, and earn all the money from the members. It’s a classy form of debauchery where they use choreography and handmade outfits to entice the members. Rex’s club is, unfortunately, more of a brothel, where club members pay to have sex with the girls. Although, I don’t have proof of the inner workings of the club.”

“And you want to bring them down, but need information on the inside, and can’t do that yourself,” Zane cut to the chase.

“No, I can’t.”

“And that’s where you want me to come in, am I right?”

“Yes,” I said, without hesitation.

“I’m not really down with paying for sex and getting caught.”

I knew this was going to be an issue, so that was why I’d already talked to one of my friends who was a detective in New Orleans. Ordinarily, I would have let the police handle such a call, but Rex knew everyone in town; he wouldn’t just let anyone in his club. There had to be a reason as to why Rex would allow someone on the outside to come into his club.

“I can understand that. That’s why I talked to a detective friend about giving you immunity for going into the club and gaining evidence to take down their business.”

Zane rubbed his chin and asked, “And what would I receive in return?”

Smart man, always wanting to know what was in it for him.

“If you back out of the bidding process for Lot 17 and assist me with infiltrating Rex’s club, I will guarantee you the Riverfront Expressway Tunnel.”

“How do I know you can guarantee me the tunnel?” Zane asked, looking skeptical, but hopeful.

From my jacket pocket, I pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Zane. He glanced up at me in question and then unfolded the paper carefully. He studied the paper for a few moments and then looked up at me with a little bit of shock on his face.

“This is the deed to the expressway. How do you have this?”

“I’m an influential man in New Orleans; it’s my city, Z.”

“If you’re so influential, how come you’re having such a hard time acquiring Lot 17?” he asked, sitting back in his chair.

Cocky bastard, I liked him.

“Public bidding process. I can’t do anything about that besides work behind the scenes to make things happen. What do you say? Do you want your second speedway?”

I watched as Zane quirked his lips to the side and thought about the proposal I was offering him. I knew I had him; there was no way he would give up the rights to the Expressway Tunnel…it meant too much to him. I had something he wanted, and he was going to have to work with me to get it.

“I believe I can help you, but I need to know what it entails first. How much of my time will be spent down there? What exactly is the plan of getting into his club?”

Grinning, I adjusted my seat again and leaned forward to lay it out for him.

“Like I stated before, Rex won’t let you in the club unless he trusts you, and a sure-fire way to get him to trust you is to devise a plan to take me down.”

Nodding, Zane rubbed his chin and said, “I take it you two have a history.”

“You’re correct, but I won’t bore you with such petty back stories.”

“Thank you,” he smirked.

“First course of action is for you to call Rex and set up a time to meet up with him. He will be intrigued to hear what you have to say, since you’re in the bidding process.”

“That will be easy.”

Zane and I talked for the next hour, devising a plan to find a way into Rex’s club without getting caught. I explained to him the no phone policy, so we would have my detective friend outfit Zane with a hidden camera to record the inner workings of the club.

The time spent with Zane was rather enjoyable. The man had the same attitude toward business as I did, and he was grounded. He wasn’t like every other business man I had to work with. I could foresee a friendship developing between us.

Once we finished, Zane stood and walked me to his door.

“Thank you for seeing me today,” I said politely, as I buttoned up my suit jacket and adjusted my tie.

“I appreciate the offer,” Zane said with a smirk. “I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to get my hands on the Expressway. Never thought my racing would be taken outside of New York City, but this is an opportunity I just can’t possibly refuse.”

“That reminds me,” I said, while holding my hand out. “I will take that deed for now,” I smirked.

“Damn, thought you would forget,” Zane laughed, as he handed it over to me.

“Let me know how your conversation with Rex goes. I’ll be interested to see how he takes your offer. When you come down, be sure to visit when all is said and done. I would love to show you around town.”

“You can count on it,” Zane answered with a smile. “Just after everything is completed.”

“Naturally. I’ll be in touch. Thank you, Zane, I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your help.”

“No, thank you, you made me a better offer than what I was shooting for.”

With those parting words, I took off to catch my plane back to New Orleans.

Everything seemed to be coming together. Zane was going to contact Rex and fly out to New Orleans as soon as possible, and I had my detective on hold. Hopefully, sooner rather than later, I would be able to finally take my dad and Rex down, and if it wasn’t too late, hopefully claim Goldie once again.