Page 117 of Bourbon Deceit
“Thank you.” She pressed her chest up against my arm.
I refrained from flicking her off me and looked out the window. Life would be so much easier without the complication of my father. Goldie would be in my arms instead of Keylee, she would be going home with me, and she would be sleeping with me every night. I wouldn’t have this aching feeling in my stomach every night, and I wouldn’t wake up feeling lonelier than ever.
I took a page out of Goldie’s book this morning and talked to my mom at her gravesite. I talked out loud because I thought that maybe if I vocalized my thoughts, she would hear me better. Even though I didn’t have her as a present contributor in my life, I still missed her more than anything because just like Goldie, she saw me for who I am, not who society wants me to be. Being without my mom was hard, now add the fact that Goldie’s not around and it was even harder.
It was like the shadow of my father would never really leave. For a while, I was doing fine, I was living my life, free of any kind of emotional worry or care, then Goldie came along and stole my heart right out from under me. She flipped my world upside down and it burned me that I couldn’t live my life like I wanted to because I knew the moment that I let my guard down, that I showed Goldie off as mine, my dad would win because he would use my feelings for her against me. Hell, he used my friendship with Kace against me.
The thought of losing Kace was almost as painful as losing Goldie. We might fight, we might call each other some of the crudest names but in the end, we were there for each other. We would do anything for each other and my dad knew that. That was why he went after Kace as well.
My hand ran over my face as I shook my head. What a damn clusterfuck. All because my dad was suffering, business-wise. He pissed off too many people and was now feeling the loss of those connections. With Lot 17, he was convinced that he would be able to revamp his standing, but I knew better. Once you tarnish an image, it’s practically impossible to make it shiny again.
Keylee’s small hand ran over my thigh. “You’re so tense. Do you need me to take care of that for you?” Her hand ran up the inner part of my thigh. I stopped her right before she got too close. She pouted—such a turn off—and huffed.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you want me to pleasure you, Jett? Isn’t that what your girls do?”
“Yes, but you’re not my girl, Keylee. You’re a friend and I don’t think it would be right to cross that line . . .yet.” I added “yet” at the end so she didn’t storm out of the car and leave me hanging. Even though she was a little touchy and pushy, I still needed to dangle a little piece of me in front of her.
“Mmm, I like the sound of that . . . yet. Well, if it was up to me I would have that dick of yours in my mouth, sucking you dry.”
Jesus.
“We’re here,” I said as I straightened my tie and sat up in my seat.
The driver pulled up to the drop-off zone and came around quickly to our door to let us out. I was by no means ready for this, but it was time to get it over with. A couple of hours of kissing ass and then I would be stripping Goldie naked and holding her in my arms.
Lights flashed as I stepped out of the car. I held my hand out to Keylee, who eagerly took it and we walked in tandem, down the red carpet that seemed a little extreme, took pictures together, and then headed into the grand hall.
The walls were covered in gold and green wallpaper and I couldn’t help but think about how ironic the colors were, given my situation. I needed to take note from my own damn words. I needed to have faith that this was all going to work out, that the honest will prevail. One could only hope.
We made our way through the throngs of people and paid our respects to the mayor, who was delighted to see two of the elite pedigree walking hand in hand together.
When we walked through the crowd, it was as if Prince William and Kate were walking through the room. People were delighted, excited, and too damn happy to see Keylee and me together.
“Oh, Jett Colby, I knew that was you,” came the voice of Mrs. Steevers, who was wearing the most god-awful headpiece I had ever seen. It was like she took a dead raccoon, turned it inside out, and plopped it on her head.
“Mrs. Steevers, what a pleasure to see you. You look well.” I greeted her with two kisses on her cheeks. “You remember Miss Keylee Zinc, don’t you?” I asked while pulling Keylee forward.
“Of course, I do. I just knew that you two would find each other one day. You’re just too perfect together.”
“I think so too,” Keylee added, wrapping both hands around my arm and pulling in tight.
“How long have you two been dating?”
“We—”
Keylee cut me off and said, “Just off and on for a little bit, but just last night Jett pledged his commitment to me. It was so endearing.”
Mrs. Steevers clapped her hands in glee as I glared at Keylee for lying. Commitment? To her? The only commitment she would be getting from me was a kick to her lying ass.
“Do I hear wedding bells?”
A sickening cough floated through my throat at the mention of being married to Keylee. Hell no!
Keylee rubbed my back but still spoke to Mrs. Steevers, “Oh, I don’t think so yet but we’ll see. We’re happy enough, that’s for sure.”
“Excuse me, I need to get a drink,” I said, motioning to my throat.
“Oh please do, dear,” Mrs. Steevers said. “It was so good to see you two.”
