Page 119 of Bourbon Deceit
The next hour flew by in a blur as I watched Diego escort Goldie around, something I should be doing. She made anyone who talked to her laugh, and she put a bright smile on their faces. I couldn’t blame them, she had the same effect on me.
Through the night, I heard people whispering about the exotic new girl who was wrapped around the elusive club owner’s arm. Some people liked them, some people didn’t think they belonged, but everyone thought she was charming. That she was a breath of fresh air and here I was, with Keylee Zinc acting like a dead fish hanging off my arm. I knew I’d told her to keep her mouth shut, but she’d taken the submissive thing way too seriously. She barely looked up at people and bowed her head most of the time. If anything, she was hurting my image.
Fuck!
The sway of Goldie’s hips mesmerized me as she walked across the room, which was why I didn’t see my dad step right in front of me until he cleared his throat.
“Who is this treat?” he said, looking at Keylee.
I hated this man, despised him. The fact that he could just walk up to me and act like there was nothing between us made me sick to my stomach.
“This is Keylee Zinc. Keylee—” I swallowed hard, “—this is my father, Leo Colby.”
Keylee finally perked up at the mention of my father and her eyes lit with excitement. She held out her hand and my dad took it in his and placed a kiss on the back of it. The whole act was sickening.
“Mr. Colby, what a delight to meet the man who had a part in making this delectable guy.” She leaned in and pressed her free hand against my chest.
As if a match snapped, my attitude did a one-eighty and I got in the same mind frame as Keylee. Happy couple.
I wrapped my arm around her and leaned in closer. I watched as my father’s eyes scanned between us with a grin.
“Well, isn’t this a new development.”
“New, maybe, but I can’t tell you how happy we are.” Keylee’s lies started flowing and this time, I could actually kiss her for turning on at the right moment.
“Is that right?” My father eyed me.
“It is. It’s actually embarrassing. The paparazzi caught us in a rather intimate moment yesterday,” I added.
“It was rather embarrassing,” Keylee said while holding her hands to her cheeks. What a fucking regular old Martha May with her acting skills. Damn.
“That’s my son for ya, always had a hard time controlling his needs and desires.”
My teeth grinded down, keeping my mouth shut so I didn’t say anything too stupid.
Keylee looked between the two of us and sensed the tension, because she pulled away and said, “I think I’m going to get a refill. Can I get you anything, baby?”
Baby? Christ.
“I’m fine, thank you.”
“Mr. Colby?” She addressed my father.
“I’m good, dear,” he said without taking his eyes off me.
Getting a clue, she left us and for good measure, I watched her walk away, even though her sway wasn’t nearly as impressive as Goldie’s.
“She’s a nice little number. How much are you paying her to be here with you?”
“Not everyone has to pay someone off for a date,” I said while taking a sip of my bourbon.
“So confident tonight, as if you think you’ve won it all.”
“Haven’t I?” I asked, trying to be as unflappable as possible. “I have the woman, I have the house, and now I will have the property. Cut your losses, old man, and start going after something else.”
The corner of my father’s mouth twitched as his jaw grew tense.
“I plan on going after something, and it’s here in this room, dressed in all black and looking absolutely divine.”
