Page 80 of Bourbon Deceit
“That’s not what I meant,” he said while pulling on his neck. “There are so many more important things to worry about—”
“No!” I shouted, interrupting him and shocking him a bit. “You’re not allowed to decide what’s important and what’s not important because right now, we don’t know very much about each other, so when you go and say something like you were engaged, it’s important to me to learn about that because I want to know you, Jett. I want to know what makes you tick.” I stepped forward and got right in front of him so I could place my hands on his chest. “I don’t want to just know this body, I want to know the man too. If this has a chance of working out, I need you to stop pushing me away and open up. Are you afraid I’m going to judge you?”
“Yes,” he said without skipping a beat, his head held high.
Trying not to be thrown off by his confession, I stood back and said, “Well, that kind of stings.”
“I don’t mean to hurt you.”
“Oh, so you were trying to make it feel like kittens were licking my cheeks when saying that?”
“Goldie . . .”
My pride got the best of me, like it always did, and I stepped farther away. “You know what? Save it, Jett. God, I’m so sick of this.” I threw my hands up and walked toward the door. “I come over here to talk to you, to open up with you, and you don’t even fucking trust me to do so, so then what’s the point? Please tell me what the fucking point of all of this is. Do you trust me only because I signed a goddamn contract?”
He was silent as he looked at the floor.
“Unbelievable. Guess what, Jett? You can go fuck yourself. I’m done. I’m so sick of being thrown around as if I’m just a warm body to fill your nights. Find another Jett Girl, because I’m turning in my set. I’m through.”
I pushed open the door as Jett called out to me.
“Don’t you dare leave.”
I laughed and turned to face him. “Funny thing, Jett. When you’re no longer in charge of me, I can do whatever the fuck I want. I don’t have to listen to you. Good luck with Lot 17, and whatever other bullshit you’ve got going on.”
I turned my back and walked down the stairs to Kace’s room. After three hard knocks, I waited for him to open the door. When he did, he was shirtless, wearing a pair of Nike shorts that rode very low on his waist, and his hair was messed up. I looked over his shoulder and saw a bare leg poking out from his bed. He had company, but I didn’t care.
“Can you take me to Diego’s?”
Without hesitation, he nodded his head and grabbed keys from his bedside table while tossing a shirt over his head. I wanted to make a snarky comment about how he didn’t need the shirt, but I held my tongue. I wasn’t in the mood. I just wanted to leave the club.
We turned and walked down the hallway, in silence—it was the one time I was thankful for Kace’s inability to have a conversation. We were about to walk out the door when Kace stopped in his tracks. I looked up to see Jett barricading the door to the garage with his body.
“Goldie, our conversation isn’t over.”
“But it was over when you hung up on me?” I said over Kace’s shoulder, pinning him in the middle of us.
“Can we take this upstairs, please?” Jett said in a controlled voice.
“No, I said this was over. Kace, please just take me home.”
“Your home is here,” Jett spit out.
“No, it’s not! I’m living with Diego you . . . you . . . douche nugget.”
Kace’s shoulders visibly shook, I knew he was trying to hold in his laughter so I pinched his side, making him jump.
“What the fuck?”
“Don’t laugh at me,” I scolded him.
He looked over at Jett, who seemed like he was starting to foam at the mouth from anger, and then back at me. He put his hands up in the air and said, “I don’t want to be a part of this. Sorry, Lo. You’re on your own.”
“Traitor,” I mumbled as he walked away, leaving me alone with Jett.
He looked me up and down and then came after me. He picked me up in his arms and carried me to my room, the whole time kicking and screaming.
“You act like I’m about to murder you,” Jett said into my ear as he dropped me down on my bed and shut my door.
