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I looked at him confused. “What are you talking about? I never got gold lingerie.”
His head snapped up and he looked over to my closet. “You mean to tell me, you never got any?”
“No. Was I supposed to?”
Jett made an indescribable sound as he reached into his pocket and started typing something out on his phone. When he was done, he looked back up at me then reached for the dress that was behind me on the bathroom door.
“Get dressed, little one. We have a long night ahead of us.”
“How is it going to end?” I asked, as I grabbed onto his lapels and leaned into him.
“I think you know.” He affectionately played with my necklace. “I can’t tell you how much pride runs through my bones seeing you wear my collar. It makes me want to fuck you so hard that you never forget who owns you.”
“I don’t need you to fuck me to know who owns me, Jett. You’ve owned me since the first day at Kitten’s Castle when you ordered your drink in that sultry southern voice of yours.”
I pulled away and walked toward the bathroom to put my dress on. As I walked away, I heard Jett faintly say, “You’ve owned me since the first day I saw you at the cemetery.”
When I turned to ask him if I’d heard him right, I saw him looking at one of my drawings of his mother’s grave and decided to let it go. He had enough for tonight. I didn’t want to push him any further. I was content with our progress.
Chapter Twelve
“You Really Got a Hold on Me”
JETT
I waited in the grand entrance of the Lafayette Club for Goldie to come down the stairs. My chest should have felt constricted, I should have felt tied down and panicky, but I didn’t. For the first time since Goldie had entered my life, I almost felt free. Was claiming her as mine really all it took?
It was a big step on my part, fucking huge. I’d never felt so vulnerable, but when Goldie allowed me to put my collar around her beautiful neck, I’d never felt so much pride before—pride for myself and pride to have a girl like her on my arm. She was foul-mouthed most of the time and had a hard time submitting and following my rules, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the challenge. I never knew what to expect from her, and that was one of the best things about being with her, near her, and owning her.
When she asked if she owned me, I wanted to laugh. Was it really that hard for her to see? No matter how many times I tried to get her out of my head, I couldn’t. She had taken up residence in my brain, my body, and my soul. She had me wrapped around that little pinky of hers and I would do anything for her, fucking anything.
I just needed to take baby steps. Being with a girl, with just one girl as more than a lover, is overwhelming. There are emotional responsibilities that I need to be prepared for and I’m terrified as fuck about whether or not I’m ready. I want to be,I need to be, because I can’t lose Goldie. She’s too damn important to me. I hate to admit it, but she has slowly become my world, and that bastard Kace can see it. He’s laughing his way around the damn club at me. I know he’s just itching to say “I told you so,” and a part of me wants to shove it up his ass and prove him wrong, because that’s the kind of ass I am, but I know that won’t get me anywhere but miserable in my office with a glass full of bourbon in my hand.
I glanced at my watch and tried to figure out what was taking so damn long for Goldie to meet me downstairs. All she had to do was put on a dress. She was already wearing her undergarments, her hair and makeup were done, so she should be good to go.
The thought of her in her black lingerie had me shifting positions so I didn’t get too excited about the proposition of seeing her in it again later tonight. One thing I wasn’t happy with was the fact that Goldie still didn’t have her gold lingerie. I sent a message to Kace about it but he had yet to get back to me. I would be getting to the bottom of that tomorrow.
The faint sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor brought my attention to the top of the stairs, where Goldie stood. Her hair was no longer in a bun but instead was in long waves cascading down past her shoulders. The gray dress she had on was beyond exquisite, accentuating every beautiful asset of her body.
She glided down the stairs and I felt my heart catch in my throat as I watched her approach me, wearing my collar. She was a sight that could take down any man. Her lips were highlighted by a pretty light pink gloss that made me want to push her up against the wall and take what I wanted.
“Are you ready?” she asked shyly.
I grabbed her hand and brought it up to my mouth. I kissed her softly and said, “You’re so beautiful, little one. So damn beautiful.”
A light blush spread across her cheeks and her eyes beamed.
“Thank you.”
I held out my arm for her to grab, which she did, and I leaned down and whispered into her ear. “Are you ready?”
“I am,” she said while straightening her posture, something she must have learned from Miss Mary. It delighted me to see her try, not that she needed to. Honestly, I would take her any way I could get her. I just wanted her to be prepared for the heinous humans she was about to meet.
I led her to the front door and just when we were about to leave, there was a ruckus of whistles and cheering coming down the hallway. Goldie and I turned around to see the other Jett Girls tossing confetti and blowing on noise makers as they made their way toward us. Goldie laughed and I just stared at them all, a little stunned. Behind them was Kace, his arms crossed, leaning against the hallway wall with a slight smirk on his face.
“Finally!” the girls all shouted running up to Goldie and giving her a hug.
“You two are perfect for each other.” Tootse clapped, bouncing up and down.
