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When I woke up that morning, I was alone, to my disappointment, but I understood, given the situation. I stretched my body and winced when my head throbbed and my muscles ached, but not in a good way. I looked over to the side of the bed that Jett was sleeping on and saw that he’d left the T-shirt he came in. It was folded on the pillow he was using and I smiled to myself as I grabbed it and threw it over my head.
The smell of sweet and charming Jett Colby washed over me as I hugged my pillow. It was the little gestures that I appreciated, that kept me moving forward. I went to grab my phone to thank him when I saw there was a note on my nightstand, along with a bag from Café du Monde. That could only mean one thing. I took a quick look inside and moaned at the sight of three beignets waiting for my consumption. The man was a god.
I grabbed the card that was next to the bag and tore it open. In typical Jett fashion, his chicken scratch was scrolled across crisp white paper in green marker.
Faith, I just needed to have faith.
Little one,
I need you to know that in a matter of a couple of months, you have flipped my world upside down. You’re the reason why my heart is set on striving for more because you make me want to be a better man, to give people what they deserve. Your smile, your bright eyes, and your quirky mouth bring me so much damn joy every day that at times, I wonder how I became so lucky to have stumbled across you at the cemetery.
These next couple of days are going to be hard. You’re going to see and hear things that you’re not going to like but I want you to know that it means nothing because in my heart, you’re the one who lies there, who has buried herself so deep in there that I know if you ever left me, it would no longer beat. You’re my pulse, Goldie.
Have faith in me and in us.
Jett
Chapter Thirty-Four
“Freak”
JETT
My knee bounced up and down as I took a sip of the lousy excuse for champagne in my hand. Never did I ever picture myself at an expensive boutique, sitting on an uncomfortable chair while waiting for some girl to try on dresses but here I was, waiting for a private fashion show from Keylee.
It was the night before the Mayor’s Ball and instead of spending it with Goldie in my arms, I was dealing with a stressed-out Keylee because I kept canceling our “dates” to pick out a dress. I was hoping she’d catch the hint that I really didn’t want to go, especially after everything that happened with Goldie and Kace, I just couldn’t see myself going out in public and being fake unless it truly mattered, like at the Mayor’s Ball, but Keylee wouldn’t drop it. So that was why I found myself surrounded by cooing women and Keylee’s touchy hands.
“Oh I don’t know about this one, it seems a little revealing,” Keylee announced loud enough that I could hear her through the dressing room. Great, revealing, just what I fucking needed.
I ran my hand over my mouth as I sat back in my seat. Might as well get comfortable, since it seemed like I was going to be here for a while.
“I think it looks so sexy on you,” said the saleslady who was helping Keylee. I was sure she did think it looked good on Keylee. Keylee was about to drop a chunk of change in the shop, and the lady would most likely do anything to have that commission.
“I don’t know,” Keylee said hesitantly. She was a good actress, I didn’t buy her shy act one bit. I knew who she was and what she’d done in the past. She’s a spoiled elite-ess with the ability to make anyone feel for her at the drop of a hat. I was annoyed already, and I had to spend the next night with her hanging all over me just to put on a front.
“Let’s just show him.”
“Okay.”
The curtain to the dressing room flew open and Keylee stood in front of me wearing a purple dress made of some kind of shiny fabric. There was a slit on the right that went to mid-thigh, which was all right, but it was the low cut of the dress that went to her navel that had me adjusting in my seat, not because I was attracted to her, but because her chest was popping out so much that I didn’t know what to tell her.
“He’s speechless!” the annoying saleslady said. I looked at her name tag and cringed. Of course her name was Meghan. Goldie and I talked about meanings of names one day and she introduced me to Urban Dictionary, which has a meaning for every name. Meghan came up as a skanky-ass ho, which pleased Goldie because apparently there was a Meghan at Kitten’s Castle that fit the description perfectly, and so did this girl.
The memory of looking up names with Goldie one night brought a smile to my face that Keylee misinterpreted.
“You do like it,” she said while sauntering over to me.
Fuck, wrong time to think about Goldie.
“Itisrevealing,” I said, trying to look anywhere but her cleavage, which was approaching me at eye level.
“But not too much, right? And it’s purple. I know how that’s your color . . . for Jett Girls and all.” She batted her eyelashes as bile threatened to surface.
She stood right in front of me and then without invitation, sat down on my lap. I was so surprised, I didn’t have time to react before she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in close.
“You can’t tell me that you don’t find me attractive in this dress, Jett, that purple isn’t my color, that you can’t envision me riding you all night long in your Bourbon Room,” she whispered into my ear.
If Goldie was the one in the dress, with her body clinging to mine, whispering in my ear, I would have laid her down on the ground and had her naked in seconds but with Keylee, I was more repulsed than anything. The only thing holding me back from letting her land flat on her back after I peeled her hands off me and got up was the fact that she was the key to getting my dad to lay off for a day or two until the bids were accepted. After that, I would find a way to protect Goldie, one that didn’t consist of her living under Diego’s roof, that was for damn sure.
