Page 65 of Bourbon Deceit
“Diego needs some help with his kink club. He needs someone to help him with some paintings around the club, and I knew you would be perfect to help him. It does mean that you’re going to have to put your Jett Girl duties on hold and stay there.”
“What?!” I shot off him, exposing a tit because the dress I was wearing had no forgiveness. I covered up quickly and put my hands on my hips. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Goldie, this is not up for negotiation.”
“To hell it isn’t! You can’t tell me what to do. I make my own decisions,” I said defiantly as I held up my chin and turned to sit on a chair. I crossed my arms over my chest and turned away from him. Yup, I looked like a two-year-old throwing a tantrum.
I could feel the agitation flowing off Jett as he walked toward me, trying to stay calm. I had to give him credit for reining in his feelings. I did a good job of pushing him over the edge and right now was no exception.
Placing both hands on my thighs and squatting down to look at me, he said, “I know you do but I need you to do this. I need you to help him out.”
“Just tell me what this is really about. Just say it, you don’t want me here anymore.”
God, I sounded so whiny.
“You know that’s not true so don’t go accusing me of such lies.”
“Then what is this about?”
“It’s about helping someone out for me and . . .” He trailed off grabbing the back of his neck and trying to phrase his next sentence to his liking.
“Just fucking say it.” I threw my hands up in frustration. “I can handle whatever you’re going to say, I’m not a child.”
“You sure are acting like one,” Jett said quickly.
“Oh, is that how it’s going to be? Well, you’re a giant dick.”
Groaning, he ran his hands over his face and said, “Can we please have a conversation without getting into a stupid fight?”
“Sure. All you have to do is not be a chauvinistic ass who thinks he can control everyone.”
“Jesus!” Jett threw his hands in the air. “I’m just trying to fucking protect you. Can you let me do that?”
I opened my mouth to shoot back at him but I could see the frustration and pain he was going through so for once, I shut my mouth.
“I’m sorry. I was just thrown off that you want me to leave.”
“I don’t want you to leave,” he said while turning around in my arms. “I want to keep you with me at all times, next to me, holding me, whispering in my ear, and mouthing off to me.” I laughed as he continued, “But I need you to do this, not just for Diego but for me. Things are starting to get serious and even though I need you, I need to protect you more because if something ever happened to you, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”
“What does that mean?”
He took a deep breath and said, “It means, I need to make it look like we’re no longer in each other’s lives.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, tears starting to form in my eyes.
Kissing each eyelid, he said, “Please don’t cry, little one. I don’t want to do this but I don’t have a choice in the matter. Please just do this for me, for us.”
“For how long?”
“Until I get everything settled. It’s my number-one priority. And it’s not like you’re going to be alone, I talked to Diego and you’ll have a good time painting and being the amazing artist you are. The time will go by quickly.”
“No, it won’t because I won’t have you.”
“I will still come to see you. I’ll try to be there almost every night. There is a back door to the club that will hide my entrance. No one will know. I just need to make it seem like you’re not a Jett Girl anymore.”
“So you’re firing me.”
“No, little one. You’re just taking a break until I figure everything out.” He tilted my chin up and placed a kiss on my lips. “This is all my fault because I couldn’t stay away, because I couldn’t deny myself these lips and this body.” His hands ran up the length of my sides. “I fucked everything up.”
