Page 17 of Bourbon Deceit
I sighed as I rested my head on the window pane. When did my life become so complicated? It used to be so easy—I worked, I fucked, and I protected. Now I worried. I didn’t want to worry, but I didn’t have a choice, there were so many new factors in my life that I needed to consider.
Goldie was one of them.
I ran my hand through my hair as I thought about what the hell I’d gotten myself into. I was going to bring Goldie out in public, where everyone could see her, could see who she was. It was dangerous, people might even know her, like my dad or Rex Titan, but the look on Goldie’s defeated face kept outweighing the cons of having her on my arm at my events. At least if she was next to me at all times, I would be able to protect her, to shield her from the cruel and cold world that I lived in.
Chapter Seven
“Crazy”
GOLDIE
There is this feeling you have the morning after an amazing bout of sex, this tingle in your lady area that keeps saying, you were utterly fucked to the hilt of your cervix last night and holy fuck was it good.
As I brushed my hair out for the day, I thought about that feeling that Jett gave me. He was an animal last night, like he couldn’t get inside me enough and I agreed, I wished he was able to bury himself deeper. I made a mental note to start stretching more.
Last night, I saw Jett cave, I saw him cave to my needs and once again I realized, I did hold the cards, like he’d always said. Was I insulted last night? Fuck yeah, but was Jett sincere and honest? He was. He was right, there was a lack of class where I was concerned. I had a dirty mouth and I knew how to use it, and I’ve used it on him, so I can only imagine his hesitation when it comes to taking me to some high-class society parties, but what he doesn’t realize is that I can clean up when need be.
It’s like going to visit your grandparents, there was a certain filter you used when talking to them. No fuck this and fuck that and pussy on my shoulder kind of crap. There is a certain innocent poise that you must use with grandparents, like, “Oh the weather was a total dreary mess yesterday.” Or, “Man, I played a mean game of solitaire last night that kept me up till nine!” Simple as that, when out and about with Jett, I just had to turn on my grandparent filter. Shouldn’t be too hard, especially since I would be practicing with Miss Mary.
I grabbed my mask and heels and slipped them on since I would be walking through the main house to meet Miss Mary in the dining room. The masks had started to feel like a second skin now and when I wasn’t wearing one, I almost felt naked. The business shirts that we had to wear were still a little awkward. It was like wearing a dress at all times, which was fine, but fuck I could use a frump day and wear a pair of holey sweats. Heels were heels, I’ve always worn them so no biggie there.
With my hair in a high ponytail and my Jett Girl attire on, I headed down the back staircase and to the dining room. This would be the first time I would actually spend time in the dining room. It made me sad that we never really had any formal dinners. The girls and I usually just ate in the back of the Toulouse Room before a presentation. We still had a lot of fun, but it would be nice to have something formal, to treat ourselves and have dinner as a “family.”
My heels hit the tile of the hallway, echoing off that walls that led toward the dining room. The Lafayette Club was gorgeous and sophisticated, I didn’t think I would ever get over the fact that I lived in such a place so instead, I just soaked it all in. Rags to . . . pretend riches was my story. They weren’t my riches but I lived in them.
I was taking in a picture of Bourbon Street on the wall near the grand entryway when I heard someone walking toward me. My heart flipped as I hoped it was Jett, and even though I saw him for a good portion of last night, I still got butterflies in my stomach just knowing I might see him again. As I looked up to see if it was Jett, I saw a pair of blue eyes, but they weren’t Jett’s or Kace’s . . . they were someone else’s.
Standing in front of me, in a well-tailored suit, was a light-skinned African American man with a shaved head and piercing blue eyes that hit me in my very soul. I stopped in my tracks as I took in his broad shoulders, his well-defined chest that I could see ripple under his dress shirt, and the tight waist that peeked under his sport coat. The man exuded confidence just like Jett and had an air of sophistication that rivaled Jett’s.
Umm . . . fucking yummy.
He smiled at me as he stared at my chest, and that was when I realized I was gripping my breast and practically pinching my nipple right in front of the man. I was a horny, horny girl. Quickly tearing my hand away from my breast and hoping my other hand wasn’t fingering myself without my knowledge, I nodded at him and continued my trek to the dining room.
I heard heavy footsteps behind me that I recognized as Kace’s. The man insisted upon pounding his way through the house.
“Diego, how are you man?” Kace asked with lightness to his voice that I’d never received. Huh, look at that, he can act like a normal human being.
“Good to see you, Kace. I’m just fine. Is Jett upstairs?” Diego, I presumed, said in a deep, luscious voice. Oh God, was he hot. Did Jett only know hot people? Was I sucked into some hot man black hole? If I was, I was fucking loving it.
“Yup, he’s waiting for you. You can go on up.”
I heard footsteps walk away as I held on to the wall of the hallway, not minding my own business at all. I was curious and I loved butting into everyone else’s business.
“Don’t you have charm school to get to?” Kace breathed inches from my ear making me yip in surprise. Apparently, the man did know how to be silent when he walked, because I hadn’t heard him coming up behind me at all.
I looked over my shoulder and met his eyes. “I was just taking in the texture of this wall,” I replied, trying to pass off my nosiness.
He didn’t buy it. “Mind your own business, Lo. How many times do I have to tell you that?” he whispered in my ear, sending goosebumps along my body as I felt his breath caress my skin. My hormones were on overload.
“Probably a couple more,” I replied in a cute voice while smiling.
Kace huffed as his eyes blatantly wandered down my shirt, which was gaping open at the top. When he looked back up at me, his eyes were blazing with need which only made me gulp.
“Everything okay with Jett?”
Only able to move my head since my throat was dry, I nodded.
“Good. Listen to Miss Mary. She will tell you everything you need to know.”
