Page 90 of Bourbon Deceit
“What’s that?” Jett asked.
“Nothing.” I covered up.
“Is there a particular reason why you’re calling, or did you just want to hear me talk dirty to you?”
“As much as I love your sexy voice bringing me to the brink of orgasm, I wanted to let you know I cracked my phone screen and can’t read your text messages so I won’t be able to answer—”
“I’ll have a new one sent over immediately,” he interrupted me.
“No, that’s okay. I’ll run out tomorrow to get one, I just wanted—”
Not letting me finish he said, “I’m having one sent over right now.”
“Is that necessary?” I grew a little frustrated.
“Yes, it is. I want to be able to get in touch with you any time and any way possible. I think you fail to realize that hearing from you, even if it’s just a text message, refuels me. It pushes me to keep moving forward. I crave to hear from you, little one. I need to hear from you in order to keep my head on straight.”
“Oh,” I said like an idiot. It was hard to follow up with an intelligent comment when he turned my head into mush.
“I’ll be sure to have everything transferred over to your new phone.”
“Thank you, Jett. You didn’t have to. I was more than capable of grabbing a new one tomorrow.”
“It’s my job to take care of you. When you wear my collar and call me yours, then that means I’m responsible for you no matter what happens. I’m glad you called to tell me. I would have been upset with you if you went out to get your own phone tomorrow. I know it can be difficult at times, but let me take care of you, Goldie. It’s all I have that I can truly give you.”
My gut twisted from his admission.
“That’s not true, Jett. I don’t need your money, I don’t need your protection, what I need is you. Your brain, your heart, your soul, that is all that matters to me, even if you want to believe differently. I just need you.”
“You’re so different,” Jett admitted as he let out a long, pent-up breath. I could just see him now, leaning in his office chair, looking out his third floor window, contemplating what I’d said. “No one has ever wanted me just for who I am, besides my mother.”
“Well, I’ve been lucky enough to see inside the thick veneer that you cover yourself up with. I’ve been able to break into it and see you for who you really are and I’m addicted, Jett. I want more of you every day. I want all of you.”
“I know, little one. In time, you will have all of me. In time.”
I hated that. I hated that I had to continue to be patient. I didn’t understand why we couldn’t just be with each other. Because some jackoff decided to make it his mission to threaten Jett? What a pathetic person. Don’t they have anything better to do with their life?
Instead of running my frustrations by Jett, I took a deep breath and said, “Well, I’m going to finish my pizza and then head back to the gold room to paint. It’s so gorgeous, Jett, it’s my favorite room here.”
“Gold is your color, always has been,” he said. “Please take a picture for me. I would love to see the artwork you’re putting together for Diego. Your talented artistic touch has always amazed me, from the very first time I saw you.”
“I will,” I said, flattered.
“Thank you. Be good, little one. I’ll call you tonight.”
We hung up and I smiled to myself at the luck I’d had, landing such an amazing guy.
After I finished my pizza, I boxed up the rest and put it in the fridge. I’d started to head to the gold room when there was a knock on the back door. I looked around for Diego, but he must have been into whatever was going on earlier with him, so I went to the back door and opened it.
A courier held out a package to me and then walked away. I looked down and saw my name written in green lettering in Jett’s chicken scratch. I smiled to myself as I realized the man was on his game.
Inside the package was a new phone, but this one had a slim green case on it and a screen protector. The green case was beautiful, encased in jewels and way too much for a phone case, but I understood the message Jett was sending. I understood it quite clearly.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Wicked Games”
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