Page 97 of Bourbon Deceit
“Please, little one, just hang in there a little bit longer.”
Deflating, she nodded her head and looked up at me with unshed tears. “I just want things to be normal.”
“Me too.” I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed the top of her head. “Me fucking too.”
Instead of sending her on her way, I walked her down to the garage, where Kace was waiting, and helped her into the car. Before she pressed her body against the seat to hide, she gave me one last kiss on the lips and held on to her necklace.
“Don’t forget about me, Jett.”
“Not possible, little one. You’re on my mind every damn second of the day. Go back to Diego’s, relax, and enjoy painting. Get lost in the paint and before you know it, you’ll be back at the Lafayette Club and in my arms.”
I kissed her one last time and sent her on her way. It was painful to send her back to Diego, especially since our relationship was rather shaky, but I didn’t have a choice.
When I got back to my office, my cell phone buzzed against the hardwood of my desk. The number was unknown but I answered it anyway. Given everything that was going on, I was taking just about any call these days.
“Jett Colby,” I answered.
“It’s nice to hear your voice, it’s been a while. Did you receive my letter, son?”
My father. I cringed at the way his voice slithered through the phone.
“I did but there was no use sending it because like I told you, there is nothing going on between Goldie and me.”
“That’s not what I heard,” he replied.
I kept calm as I sat in my chair and fiddled with a pen between my fingers.
“Oh, please enlighten me as to what you heard, because I can guarantee you that they’re wrong. Goldie is no longer a part of my life. She was a decent fuck but after I grew bored of her defiance and inability to submit properly, I dropped her out of my life.”
My dad laughed and said, “You always had a problem with control.”
“And you always had a problem with being a decent human,” I retorted, not enjoying the father- son conversation he was trying to have right now.
“Life isn’t full of candy canes and bimbos, Jett. Take a lesson from me, you have to be cutthroat to get anywhere in this world.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve climbed my way to the top using honesty and good business sense. I’ve never had to bribe anyone or slip anything under the table to get what I wanted.”
“Yes, but what you fail to realize is that you never would have gotten to where you are without the foundation I built for you and the Colby name. I made you, I launched you into this business world, and without me, you would be no one. So don’t go and scoff at my techniques because without me, you would be a sorry shit just like your mom.”
“Fuck you,” I replied, losing my temper.
A maniacal laugh escaped his mouth before saying, “Choose wisely, Jett. Lot 17 or Goldie.”
“Do whatever the fuck you want to Goldie, I couldn’t care less about her. Why don’t you get a fucking clue? It’s over between us. She’s up for grabs for all I care,” I shouted into the phone, praying that he didn’t read my bluff.
“Good to know. I’ll inform Rex that she’s fair game.”
I clenched my teeth and held back the hiss that wanted to escape. “Good fucking luck to him,” I said instead.
“See you at the ball,” my dad called out and then hung up. I tossed the phone on my desk and leaned back in my chair, rubbing the side of my temples.
I swore under my breath as I thought about my dad’s threat and my bluff to throw Goldie under the bus. I just prayed that my father was all talk, because if he laid one finger on Goldie, I would lose my ever-fucking mind.
Chapter Thirty-One
“This is How We Do”
GOLDIE
