Mr. Right Now: Vol. 4: The After Party That Never Ends (5 page)

“I’ll be right back.”

“Um, you have to pay before you leave. We’ve had too many walk outs.”

“For fuck’s sake.” Kam digs in his back pocket and throws his wallet at the man in the white apron.

By the time he makes it outside, she’s gone. Vanished. No trace of what direction she might have gone. Vomit threatens to spill out of his mouth onto the sidewalk. Her admission stunned him, and not knowing how to react to it, he just fucking lost her. He still tries to process the words. Since sixteen she worked for her dad. What the fuck?

Kam runs back into the shop, retrieving his wallet form the shop owner and then snagging his phone off the table. He dials her number and listens to the recorded message about the number no longer being in service. Birdy has to have her number. She has to.

He dials Dax’s number and waits for several rings before he answers. His brother is out of breath and is barely able to talk. Kam is pretty damn sure he just interrupted something.

“Hey, I need to know if Birdy has Jett’s new number.”

“Here, you can talk to her.”

“Hello.”

Birdy’s voice is a dead giveaway that he totally just interrupted a fucking session.

“I need Jett’s new number.”

“Kam, she doesn’t have a new number. Said she couldn’t afford her phone bill and had it disconnected.”

“Fuck, okay.”

“Is everything all right?”

“Yeah, I’m going to her now.”

“Kam she’s completely and wildly in love with you. I don’t know all the details, but she’s hurting too.”

“I’m starting to see that. Thanks, Birdy.”

He hangs up the phone, jogs back toward the hotel, and finds one of the Sterling vehicles not in use. He comes across the black sports car and climbs in it. Cranking the engine to life, he notices the limo and the driver that Jett climbed into that night. He pauses for a moment, studying the men in front of him. An older gentleman finally emerges from the back of the limo. Kam rolls his window down, trying to listen to their conversation.

“Sir, she was just here, but now Al can’t find her in the hotel. The room she told you she was living in is empty right now.”

“Call her number.”

“It’s disconnected, sir.”

“Find that little shit. She owes me big time, and I’m not letting her escape again.”

Kam’s foot lightly taps the accelerator, revving his engine and letting the men know he’s going to pull out of his parking spot. Several different plans of action flow through his mind. The first one being to run the fat fucker over and end Jett’s misery now. He’s sure that Satan is standing before him, but the second plan is to get to her before her father does.

Kam takes the high road, offering the men a friendly wave as he pulls out of the parking garage, hoping not to make them suspicious. He drives to Jett’s apartment, but takes several unnecessary turns and even stops for Starbucks, buying a single cup of coffee. Fuck, he’s a PR playboy for his club, not a fucking detective, but he wracks his mind recalling all the things they do in the movies to not be followed.

A ten-minute drive turns into a thirty-minute one, but he feels good as he pulls up to her building. Puzzle pieces begin to fall into place. Always wanting to hide out at her place, and the money he gave her. He’s not one hundred percent sure what it was used for, but he can almost guarantee it was to avoid her father. Kam appreciates each piece of security as he walks into Jett’s apartment and knows it’s not a coincidence.

The security guard at the front desk looks up as Kam walks in. He recognizes Fred from the times he was here with Jett.

“Long time, no see, Kam.”

“Hey, Fred. How’s life treating you?” Kam tries to act as cool as possible.

“Good, and you?”

“Not bad. Not bad.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re back. Our girl has been down in the dumps without you.”

“I’m here and not leaving this time.”

For the first time Kam feels like a spoiled fucking brat for reacting the way he did to seeing Jett climb in that limo.

“Policy is policy, Kam, let me see if you’re still on the approved list to let up.”

Fred’s respect for policy and safety reassures Kam.

“No problem, man.”

“Your lucky day, Kam Sterling. You’re still the only approved visitor.”

“Thanks, Fred.”

Kam wastes no time flying up the three flight of stairs and then sprinting down the hallway to her apartment. He bangs on the door while yelling her name, and nothing. He doesn’t give up, and soon other doors around Jett’s begin to open and curious faces pop out.

He pays them no attention while he continues to beat on the door. Jett’s face finally appears through a thin crack as she opens the door. He doesn’t wait for her to welcome him in. Instead he barges in, slamming the door behind them. He scoops Jett up in one action.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Jett.” Kam brushes the back of her hair. “Fuck, I’m sorry. Baby, you could’ve told me the truth the first time we met.”

Kam sits down on the large white couch in the living room, arranging Jett on his lap. She stays huddled into his chest, not making eye contact or speaking. His eyes roam over the apartment, noticing nothing has changed over the last month, and then his eyes land on an orange bottle tipped over on the coffee table with several white pills scattered around it.

“Jett.” He clutches her face and forces her to look up at him. “How many pills did you take?”

Her eyes are puffy from crying and her skin is pale. The look on her face almost kills him, and when she doesn’t respond he feels the Hulk inside of him come alive.

“How many fucking pills?”

“None. Count them. I wanted to swallow all of them, but fuck, I can’t even do that right.”

Kam readjusts her in his lap, forcing her to straddle his legs and face him.

“I don’t need your sympathy, Kam. Please just go.”

“Jett, I’m not fucking leaving or giving you sympathy. I’m here to tell you that I fucked up and I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

“I saw that look on your face in the deli. It was all the truth I needed to see.”

“Jett, it was fucking shock and rage. I’m sorry that I can’t begin to comprehend a father doing that to his own daughter.”

“Just leave me, please.” Jett wipes the tears from her cheek. “I can’t have a happily ever after. Kam, I just wanted you to know that I love you.”

“I’m not leaving without you, Jett.”

“Yes, you are. I won’t let you stay.” Jett cups his face in her hands. “I took your money to pay his goons off, and even offered them drugs, and then I lied to you and left with that man. The man my father forced me to fuck for payment. You’ll leave me, or I’ll keep talking like you wanted.”

“Talk, Jett. He forced your hand. That’s not you. I know it.”

“I’ve been fucked by dozens of businessmen. Some of them several times. The man who took my virginity was my dad’s business partner. I’m a paid escort who can never leave the business alive.”

“Leave with me.” Kam places his hands on her face.

“He won’t let me. He’ll find me and take me back. I know too much, just like my mother. We’ll always be his, and no one else’s.”

“Do you trust me, Jett?”

She nods.

“Then go with me. We’re leaving for Denver in five days. Come with me. He’ll never find or hurt you with me.”

“He will.” A smile spreads across her face. “He’ll always win, Kam. You don’t understand.”

“Not with me in the picture, he won’t. I have people, Jett.”

“I’ve never been with a man willingly until you, Kam, and every single time you would tell me how gorgeous I was, or how great I felt while you fucked me, all I could see were their faces, and then your face when you found out the truth about me.”

“I don’t care, Jett.”

“The sad thing is your face looked just how I pictured in my mind. It was full of disgust.”

“Yes, you’re fucking right, Jett, it was full of disgust, but not toward you.”

“Just leave, Kam.”

Kam stands, still holding Jett, and then lays her on the couch. He rips off his shirt and covers her body before she can move or protest. His large hands pin hers above her head.

“Fucking look at me, Jett.” He kisses her lips. “You of all fucking people have the power to send me spinning out of control. If you think I’m going to walk away easily from this mess, then you’re a fucking idiot.”

“We won’t win.”

“If you look at me for who I am and remember our times together and block those fuckers out, we will. Jett, I’m here. I’m the real thing. I’ll be the last man to ever touch you if you let me.”

He runs his tongue from her collarbone up to her cheek. “Feel that? It’s me. Open your eyes and watch me have you.”

“I try like hell to scrub them off me, Kam.” Jett’s body begins to shake as her sobs attack her speech. “I try to put up a bitch wall to keep people out, but you broke that down.”

Kam kisses her quivering lips. “Open your eyes, Jett.”

He continues kissing her, staring at her closed eyes. He explores her mouth with slow and steady passion.

“I love you, Jett.”

“I’m a whore.”

“Baby, open your fucking eyes and you’ll see the truth. Just open them.”

Kam sits up, resting one knee on the couch while his foot is planted on the floor. He unbuttons her jeans and then unzips them, wiggling them down her body. Jett doesn’t open her eyes as her forearms shield her view. Next he moves to the hem of her shirt, slowly dragging it above her head.

“I’ll love every inch of this body until you believe it, Jett. Until you feel my love and love yourself. Open your eyes.”

“I used you, Kam, to escape the pain. I used you for your money to get out of trouble. And then I fell in love with you.”

“Open your fucking eyes, Jett.”

He feels bad for an instant when her body startles from his gruff tone, but then she moves her hands from her eyes and looks up at him.

“I love you, Jett, and I love you even more since you opened up. Your past is just that—your past.”

Her are eyes haunted and pained, and it’s the first time she’s ever let down her bitch wall, truly exposing herself to him.

“Let me love you.” Kam lowers his body again and begins kissing her torso, making love to every inch of her skin. He feels her hands run through his hair before she grips onto it and tugs.

“Make me forget it all, Kam.”

Her plea unleashes a beast within him. He seals his lips to hers hard and fast. Kam’s fingers dig into her jaw while he deepens the kiss. He feels her hands digging into his back. Her moans of pleasure aren’t lost on him as she clings to him.

His need for the woman is almost impossible to control. Then throw in the factor of needing to protect and heal her. Kam makes himself slow down, but the urge to be inside her is too overwhelming. He sits back up on his knees and unbuttons his pants, then mindlessly reaches for the condom in his wallet. As soon as he pulls it out, he feels like an asshole. It’s something they’ve always used, but he doesn’t want to make Jett feel any worse about herself.

He tosses it and his wallet to the coffee table and then settles in between her legs. When the tip of his cock brushes her center he loses all control, sinking deep into Jett all at once.

“Kam.” Her fingernails dig into his bare shoulders, sending a thrilling pain through his body.

“Let it go, baby, let it all go right now and be with me.”

He begins to move and watches the tears fall harder and faster from her eyes. Resting on his elbows, he tries to catch each one as his hips keep a steady pace. Leaning in closer, he completely covers her body and lays his cheek on hers. “I see you, Jett, the woman I love. Let me love you every day for eternity.”

Her tears keep rolling as he fucks her and cradles her in his arms.

“Fuck me,” Jett finally screams, ripping the flesh on his back with her nails.

Kam feels blood begin to stream down his back. Propping himself up on his hands, he begins driving into Jett at a grueling rate. He dips his head, biting her nipple hard, and feels her hands dig into his flesh again.