Page 28 of Bourbon Deceit
“You’re a moron, you know that? You have a woman waiting back at your club just dying for a little bit of your attention and instead of manning up, you’re hiding out like a fucking vagina stuck in a pair of crusty shit catchers.”
The man was one with words.
“Why do you care so much?”
“Because, if I was in your position, I would be fucking her every night and holding on to her until the morning. I would bury my head in her hair and inhale her sweet scent. I would revel in the way her soft body feels pressed up against mine and I wouldn’t ever let her out on that stage, because I would want her to be mine and mine alone.”
My heart fucking seized as I stood up, filled with blind rage, and clutched Kace’s shirt. I pinned him against the window and said, “You have no right to talk about Goldie like that.”
Laughing, Kace shook his head. “Why not? You have no claim over her. You treat her like every other girl at the club. You might pay extra attention to her, but you have given her no reason to stay, no reason not to stray when she leaves—which she will, I guarantee you that. You might have calmed the storm when you gave her a set but without you giving yourself over to her, fully, she’s not going to stay, man.”
I was still gripping his shirt but it was doing nothing, the man was scared of nothing.
I tossed my hand to the side and started pacing the length of the room.
“I can’t, Kace,” I stated softly.
“Don’t let your past dictate how you live your future,” he countered.
“I could say the same to you,” I put my hands on my hips and looked over at Kace.
“I’m different. I lost my life the same day the man in the bar lost his. I’m done, Jett. You know that. What I care about is seeing you get past your bullshit complex and really live life. One of us has to enjoy life and it sure as hell is not going to be me. Don’t throw away something good because you’re scared.”
“I’m not good enough. I’m not someone she can rely on.”
“That’s fucking bullshit and you know it. You’re the best thing that has happened to that girl. You might be an ass but you treat her with respect, you take care of her and honestly, I think you might actually have feelings for her.”
Of course I had feelings for her. That was what was terrifying me. I didn’t know how to deal with the feelings that were rolling through me. I was a temperamental prick with the ability to snap at anyone who looked at Goldie. I never was like that, even with Natasha, but there was something about Goldie that had set me off. I meant it when I said I think my mom brought us together but dealing with that revelation was a son of a bitch for me.
“Admit it,” Kace prodded.
“I really hate you right now,” I said in defeat, sitting back down in my chair.
Kace threw his head back and laughed. “Dude, you love me and you know it. It’s time to move on, man.”
“It’s dangerous. There are so many repercussions to bringing her into my life, if I let her in, and not just with my fucking black heart but with the people I deal with. They all want a part of me, and they’ll do anything to get it. I don’t think I could handle it if something happened to her.”
“That’s a cop-out. You know just as well as I do that you have the best security team in the damn state and you have me, nothing will happen to her. We won’t allow it, especially you.”
I nodded my head as I pinched the bridge of my nose, deciding what I was going to do.
“Fuck,” I huffed. “I’m a sensitive little bitch.” I laughed to myself as Kace laughed out loud. “Fuck!” I shouted again, not being so eloquent.
“I take it you’re giving in?”
“I don’t want to.”
“But you have no choice.”
“I know.” I looked over at him and the dick was smirking. I really did hate him. “What if I screw it up, what if I end up hurting her?”
“You’re hurting her more by playing mind games with her. It’s either going to work or it’s not. Might as well give it a chance because I’m sick of dealing with your moody ass and her crocodile tears.”
My head snapped up from the mention of tears. “She cried?”
“Dude, seriously? You fucking left her a shady-ass note and haven’t been back all week. She thinks you’re never coming back, that she did something wrong by asking you to hold her. What kind of dick move is that?”
“The biggest dick move ever,” I confessed.
