Becoming a Jett Girl (The Bourbon Series) (36 page)

“The man is an ass and doesn’t know what he wants. I told you, you can’t…”

“Don’t Kace, alright? Just don’t.”

Kace backed away as I walked up the stairs, contemplating what the hell I had gotten myself into.

Chapter Thirty Seven

“Poison and Wine”

Jett

I paced my office as I tried to figure out how the hell my dad was able to put in a bid for Lot 17 before bids were even being accepted. I spent the afternoon wining and dining some boring-as-fuck city officials trying to find out more about the property that was consuming my life and, lo and behold, my dad’s name came up. Apparently, he’s been pulling some major strings with some higher-ups to get what he wanted. Fuckhead.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket and dialing his number, I pulled on my hair as I tried to figure out what my next move was. The phone only rang once before his maniacal voice answered.
 

“I’ve been expecting this phone call,” he said with a laugh. Smug bastard.
 

“You’re not going to get away with this. I will be sure of it. Lot 17 belongs to the kids, not some idiotic high rise that only benefits you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. As I see it and many other men I have been in touch with, they think of Lot 17 as a perfect place for my idea of an apartment building and gentlemen’s club where men go to conduct business.”

“You fuckhead,” I spat out, not so eloquently. It was one thing to mess with a property I had my eye on but it was another thing to mess with my club. A club that was used for Justice. “You really think you would be able to establish a club like mine? You know no one really likes you in this city, right? They only talk to you because you don’t care whose dick you have to suck to get ahead.”

“I see that you have been hanging around that trash of a girl lately, with the mouth that I am hearing.”

I knew my dad was trying to goad me by talking so poorly about Goldie and I knew I shouldn’t take the bait, but I couldn’t stop the rage that was coursing through my body.
 

“Watch it,” I gritted out.
 

That same raving laugh came through the phone as my dad realized he’d hit a sensitive subject.
 

“Never thought I would see the day that the playboy Jett Colby would be affected by a girl; it’s so very interesting and a pleasure for me to know. To know that my own flesh and blood has a weak spot.”

“I am not affected by her and Goldie is not up for discussion.”

“The hell she isn’t. What you fail to see, son, is she is the puzzle piece I have been waiting for, the little pawn I will have to hold over your head one day. As much as you choose to deny it, you care about her and, thankfully, I can use that to my advantage. So, mess with my business and I mess with your precious little Goldie. The property will be mine, so I would just back out now because you are in way over your head. You might have a lot of pull with top-notch people around this city, but I know people who would wipe that smug smirk off your face.”

“Goldie has nothing to do with this.”

“You’re right, she doesn’t, but the minute you showed an ounce of care toward her, you dragged her into this fight. So if she gets hurt, she only has you to thank for it. Leave Lot 17 alone, Jett. You might be able to bury the evidence of your friend’s crime, but you don’t have enough security to keep Goldie safe.”

I was about to scream at him when the line went dead. Not wanting to break my phone, I set it on my desk then picked up my chair and threw it against the wall, causing a picture to fall and break apart on the floor.
 

Did I really want to believe my dad when he said he could hurt Goldie? The only way he could is if he got in on the inside of my club and that was not possible, since I warned all security about keeping him out.
 

What really bothered me was why I cared so much. I cared about all the girls in the club, but why did I freak out every time my dad mentioned Goldie’s name?
 

Flashes of last night ran through my mind as I tried to calm myself. Her soft body pressed against mine, her luscious lips all over mine, the way she looked at me as if I was the only man in the world who could give her such pleasure.
 

Shit.
 

I ran my hands through my hair as I tried to push down the feelings that were boiling in my stomach. I didn’t allow women to get under my skin, but for some reason, I let Goldie. Fucking maneater. I let her kiss me, for fuck’s sake. Let her…I laughed to myself, I practically mauled her. She had nothing to do with it, it was all me.
 

When did I lose my self-control? I thought about yesterday and the way she looked in her yellow dress, the way the flower in her hair cut to my core, making me want to run my hands all over her body and make sure no other man even glanced at her. Fuck, I was losing it.
 

I turned on my TV to see how the night’s presentation was going and that was when I saw Goldie, giving a man a lap dance. I knew I said it was okay, but I didn’t like it. I tried not to think why it bothered me so much, but I knew it was because I wanted to claim her as mine. I wanted no one else to touch her, feel her, or even look at her.
 

“Christ,” I muttered as I poured myself a drink out of my crystal decanter. I took a deep breath and gathered myself. Goldie was nothing; she was just new. A new pussy to fuck and that was always exciting. I needed to get my head on straight because last night was a one-time thing.
 

Just out of curiosity, I looked down at the list of men that were attending the presentation tonight and the minute my eyes hit the name, Rex Titan, my head flew up to the TV where I zoomed in on Goldie.
 

“Motherfucker,” I blew out, as I saw Goldie with her back pressed against Rex Titan as she rode his lap. The look on her face seemed like she was enjoying every aspect of what she was doing and the way Rex bit down on his bottom lip was a sure indication that he was not only enjoying himself, but most likely was going to take a trip to a booth later.
 

I knew I needed to be concerned about why Rex was at the club, what were his intentions and who he was conducting business with but for the life of me, I couldn’t take my eyes of him and Goldie.

My chest tightened at the sight in front of me, of Goldie riding another man. Jealous rage burned through my bones as I finally turned off the TV and downed the rest of my drink. This was not the man I became after Natasha, my ex-fiancé, left me. The minute she chose Rex over me, she took my heart with her. I didn’t feel, I didn’t get jealous, I didn’t kiss women. I fucked them, controlled them and dominated them in the Bourbon Room and then sent them on their way. So why the fuck was I letting a little honey-haired girl get to me?
 

I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed the thin lines that started to form at the corner of my eyes. I wasn’t that man anymore, I told myself. I wasn’t the man that let women bury themselves deep into my soul because, the minute I let that happen, they took what they wanted and left, just like Natasha. That was why my contracts for the Jett Girls were so easy, no relationships, no love, just sex.
 

I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Kace.

Jett: Send Pepper up to the Bourbon Room.
 

Pulling my tie off, I thought how I didn’t need Goldie, I had four other pussies to choose from, well technically two, since I respected Tootse and Francy’s relationship. I was going to make sure I reverted back to the man that took what he wanted because I couldn’t get attached for many reasons and reason number one, as much as I hated to admit it, was so I could protect the girl who dug her nails into me. I had to protect Goldie from my dad and I had to protect myself from Goldie.
 

***

When I walked into the Bourbon Room, Pepper was standing naked, in the middle of the room, with her hands behind her back and her chest puffed out just like I wanted. As I walked toward her, I took in her body, her beautiful body but to my demise, there was something missing, a spark that ignited a fire in my bones. I ignored the lack of spark, even though a voice in the back of my head was screaming she wasn’t Goldie.
 

“You pleased me tonight, Pepper.”

“Thank you,” she replied as she looked straight ahead.
 

“Do you have something to say to me?” I asked, like always.
 

She nodded and met my eyes. “What are you doing Jett? You don’t want me up here, I’m not the one you want, the one you need.”

Even though she practically knocked the wind out of me with her comment, I held my composure together.
 

“Funny Pepper, I don’t remember asking for your opinion.”

“You should have seen the look on her face, Jett. She was devastated.”

“She knows the rules,” I gritted out.
 

“Yeah, but do you? You led her on yesterday. What was she suppose to…”

“Enough,” I cut her off, as I ran my hands through my hair and paced the length of the room. “I don’t want to fucking hear this. Now, are you going to submit or not?” I was losing my cool and fast.

Pepper was silent for a moment as she waited for me to stop pacing and look up at her. I caught my appearance in one of the mirrors on the back wall and was disgusted with myself. My clothes were disheveled, my hair was a mess and my eyes were hollow.
 

“Do you want me to submit?”

No, I thought as I took in her body, but my mind was telling me I had to say yes. I had to take Pepper in order to get the thought of Goldie out of my head, even though deep down, all I wanted to do was go to her bedroom, wrap my arms around her and kiss her head until she fell asleep. Fucking maneater.
 

“Yes,” I said hoarsely, as I looked down at the ground.

I felt Pepper walk up to me and lift my head to look her in the eyes.
 

“I don’t believe you and I refuse to submit to you when your mind is thinking about someone else. I don’t need this room Jett, but Goldie does. She needs you, more than you will ever know.”

“I can’t give her what she wants…ever.”

Pepper shrugged her shoulders. “That’s not my problem.” She grabbed her robe, wrapped it around her body and walked out of the Bourbon Room, leaving me frustrated, anxious and beyond confused.
 

I couldn’t give Goldie what she wanted, as if I actually knew what she wanted. For a brief moment last night, I caught a glimpse of her yearning for something more, but she tamped it away quickly before I could fully freak the fuck out.
 

I hated to admit it but Kace warned me, the arrogant fuck. He told me Goldie wasn’t like Pepper and Babs and, fuck, was he right. Pepper and Babs lacked the emotional connection that normal women usually carried around when it came to sex. I hoped that Goldie was the same way, but by the way she looked at me last night and from what Pepper just told me, she was not lacking in emotional attachment at all. She had a full dose of it.
 

Fuck. I ran my hands through my unruly hair and tried to comprehend how to handle the situation I was in. By no means did I want Goldie to leave. No, I wanted her to stay more than anything, but how did I keep my distance? Especially when she was creeping slowly but surely under my skin.
 

My phone beeped as I walked back to my office irritated and ready to plow my fist through a wall. I took a look at my phone and read the text message that came in.

Rex Titan: Better get ready to lose everything…once again. You thought you could take her away from me, but little do you know, she has always belonged to me, just like Natasha.
 

How did he know it was Goldie? That was my first fucking question. Was she in contact with him while she lived under my roof? The thought of Goldie still being connected to Rex while sleeping with me had my pulse skyrocketing. Furious, irate, violent weren’t even good enough words to describe the way I was feeling.
 

I started typing out a response to the asshat, but then stopped myself. That was exactly what Rex wanted, for me to fly off the deep end. I had to make it seem like I didn’t care, even though there was a burning need running through my fist to punch Rex directly in the nut sac. My phone beeped again.
 

Rex Titan: Oh, and don’t bother with Lot 17, your dad and I have it covered. Not only will you lose Goldie, but you will lose your property as well. Let me know what it feels like to be the low man on the totem pole…again, dickhead.

I clenched my teeth as I refrained from tossing another piece of furniture across my room. Instead of responding, I put my phone down and headed for my shower. I needed to step away, take a deep breath, and figure out how the hell I was going to fix the cluster fuck that my life had turned into ever since Goldie entered it.
 

Chapter Thirty Eight

“Somebody That I Used To Know”

Goldie/Lo

The floor of the Toulouse Room was getting harder and harder as I continued to sit practically bare-assed on it, legs crossed with my head in my hands. It had been three long days of no Jett, countless lap dances, and the pain of my parent’s death anniversary hovering over my head.