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Chapter Forty
“Love the Way You Lie”
GOLDIE / LO
There he was, sitting at a table in the corner of the café in a finely tailored suit, one leg crossed over his knee and his arm draped across the back of his chair. He commanded the attention of every woman in the room for a reason: he was sinfully sexy in every way. His dark olive skin, chestnut hair, and almost-black eyes made him look practically sinister, but I knew better; I knew he had a heart inside.
The minute he spotted me walking toward him, he sat up straighter as the corner of his mouth twitched with excitement. It was the main difference between Rex and Jett, Rex didn’t mind showing his facial expressions, whereas Jett hid them very well, unless there was a lapse in his control and he showed a meager ounce of emotion.
“Kitten,” Rex said softly. He stood from his chair and placed his hand on my arm, while brushing a light kiss against my cheek. “I didn’t think you were going to come.”
“I always come when you’re involved,” I said with a wink, making him shake his head.
We both sat down just in time for the waitress to bring us some coffee which smelled like absolute heaven. It was either coffee made from blessed coffee beans, or I didn’t get out much; most likely it was the latter. It wasn’t like I was living in jail, but being able to venture out of the club, meet up with friends, and enjoy the aromas of a kitchen besides the club’s was refreshing.
“I’m very content you decided to come meet me. I wasn’t sure about your level of commitment to Jett.”
At that moment, a surge of guilt ran through my body. Yes, I was fucking pissed at Jett for his mind games and I wanted to break his dick off with one swift clench of my pussy, but I still had a sense of loyalty when it came to the man. He was the one who took one look at me and wanted to save me. Fuck, he wanted to save me.
What the hell was wrong with me? Even if he was a giant ass of a man, he still took care of me, protected me, and made sure I had everything I needed. He was a complex man, who I didn’t understand and knew nothing about, but then again, did I need to?
Talk about flip-flopping my feelings, I was pointing the finger at Kace and Jett, but I needed to turn that finger toward myself. One minute I want to kill the man and punish him, and the next I wanted to walk back to him with my tail tucked between my legs and beg for him to take me.
I looked over at Rex and knew I was wrong. Coming to see him, against everything I promised Jett by signing my contract, was more wrong than the way he’d treated me the past couple of nights. Jett was all about trust and honesty, and right now, I was breaking that trust.
I started to shake my head as I backed out of my chair. “This is wrong, I can’t do this . . .”
“Goldie, I need to talk to you. Please don’t leave me until you give me that much.”
His charcoal eyes pleaded with me, my ass almost out of my chair and walking out the door.
Fuck! The frustration, the turmoil running through my body, made me want to scream. Why did I feel like I owed every man in my life something? I didn’t owe them anything, but the way Rex was looking at me, fucking pleading with me, I couldn’t leave. I had to listen to what he had to say, even though I knew I was just going to go back to the club.
I sat back down, scooted my chair in, and waved my hand for him to proceed.
Rex blew out a breath of relief as he sat back in his chair. “I first want to apologize for not coming to you sooner, for pushing you to have to look somewhere else for help. That was never my intention. I was tied up,” Rex said with a harshness to his voice. “My ex wasn’t taking very kindly to the divorce, so it took me longer than expected to separate myself from her.”
“I’m fine,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I found my way.”
“That’s what I don’t like. If only I was a week earlier, you wouldn’t have had to turn to that oppressor. He does nothing but take what he wants, when he wants it, and he doesn’t care who he hurts.”
Curiosity sparked my interest and I said, “You act like you have experience where this is concerned.”
Rex took a sip of his coffee and nodded. “I do, when it comes to business, and now when it comes to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Jett and I go way back, too far back. When we were young, it was always a competition. We fought for the position as starting pitcher, for the leader in the society club,” I quirked my eyebrow and he shrugged his shoulders, “Rich boy problems, I know. But it mattered to us at the time. Now that we are older, we fight over land, status . . . and women.”
“Women?” I asked.
“Yes, when we were younger, we both had our eyes on this girl—Natasha. We fought tooth and nail to win her affection, to show her who the better man was, and the better man prevailed—me,” Rex said with a smirk. “I won her heart fair and square and Jett didn’t take that lightly. From the moment Natasha chose me, he’s been out to get me and he would do anything to seek revenge, not caring who he hurts.”
“What happened with Natasha?” I asked, leaning on the table, far more interested in his story now.
“I was a fool and married her.”
