Page 75 of Bourbon Deceit
“I know. I’m just not good with this whole captive thing. I like to have my freedom.”
Jett let out a long breath and I could envision him pinching his nose while looking out the window of his office as he spoke to me. “I know, little one, but right now, we just have to be careful. I have no clue what’s going to happen and until I do, I would like you to be as careful as possible. Promise me?”
“I promise.”
“Thank you,” Jett said, relief washing through his voice.
“Am I going to see you tonight?”
“I don’t think so. I have a person tailing me already. I went out earlier and noticed a black, unidentified car following me around.”
“Are you serious? Jett, are you in danger?” My heart rate started to pick up.
“I don’t want you to worry about that.”
“Well, I’m fucking worried,” I said while raising my voice. “I feel like I barely just got you, I don’t want to lose you because some fuckwit out there has some vendetta over you. Like, get over it, buddy, Jett Colby is by far superior to whoever the hell you are.”
Jett laughed into the phone. “If only it was that easy.”
“Well, I want you to be safe too. You have to stay in the club, no extra activities after dark, and make sure your hand keeps your dick warm at night while thinking about me.”
Diego, who just appeared from the bathroom, stopped in his pursuit to his seat and looked at me as if I was crazy.
“Mind your own damn business,” I spat at him.
“Sweetheart, when you’re using my phone to talk about masturbating with your boyfriend, I’m pretty sure I don’t need to mind my own business.”
“I should let you go,” Jett said with mirth in his voice.
“Fine, I will talk to you later tonight.”
“Bye, little one.”
“Bye.”
I ended the phone call and handed the phone back to Diego, who wouldn’t take it. “What are you waiting for, my arms to sprout out like Inspector Gadget? Take your damn phone.”
“No way, wipe off your face juices first.” Diego made a motion with his hand and wiped his shirt with his fake phone.
“I don’t have face juices!” I stated while causally glancing at the phone.
Diego erupted in laughter and said, “Yeah, you fucking do.”
“You’re an annoying bastard, you know that?” I wiped his damn phone and handed it back to him by pushing it across the table, not waiting for him to take it from me this time.
Our food arrived and instead of taking part in a conversation with him, I just buried my head in my bowl of gumbo. I was irritated, not because of Diego—he was actually a good time when he wasn’t being annoying—but with the situation I was in. I hated being trapped and helpless. Ever since my parents were taken away from me, I’d taken care of myself, and now that I couldn’t do that and was being kept in the dark, I was irritated.
“Man, you need some sex,” Diego said, as he took a big bite off of his spoon.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re so tense. You need to be fucked.”
“I’ve been fucked quite fine, thank you.”
“Nah, you need to be fucked until you can’t move anymore.”
“Oh? I didn’t know you were an authority on sex. When did this occur?”
