Page 101 of Bourbon Sins
“Your ex-wife?” I asked, needing the confirmation, even though it was an answer anyone with half a brain would know.
He nodded. “I want to say I married her out of love, because of a connection I thought we had, but now that I sit back and think about it, I think I married her for all the wrong reasons, which was stupid. Yes, I loved her at one point, but not that undying love you find once in a lifetime, and I think that’s what tore us apart.”
“Why did you marry her?”
“Well, I did love her and, being a businessman, I needed an attentive wife on my arm for functions. I looked better to investors as a family man with my head on straight, but deep down, I think I married her because it meant that Jett couldn’t touch her.”
I nodded my head, knowing that was what he was going to say. Did I judge him for it? No, not at all, because who the hell was I to judge? I sucked men’s dicks for cash and flaunted my tits for food when I was younger, so I had no room to judge anyone for what they did.
Rex continued, “After Natasha and I got married, I quit running into Jett; it was as if he dropped off the face of the earth. I would hear about him occasionally, lose a property to the bastard here and there, and see him in the newspaper with his latest fling, but that was about it. He flew under my radar for the longest time . . . until now.”
“What do you mean?”
“I told Natasha there was another woman, which she wasn’t happy about, so I can only imagine she went running her mouth to everyone who wanted to listen, and Jett has some of the biggest gossiping ears in the city. He made it his mission to find who the girl was and take her away from me, not even giving me a chance to make her mine.”
A big gulp rang in my throat as I tried to take in everything Rex was saying to me. So much information had been thrown at me at once that I was having a difficult time digesting it all. Rex considered me his other woman? Not just a whore he paid for a good time? That was news to me. I knew he wanted to make a change and that he was looking for me once I joined the Lafayette Club, but I didn’t think he was looking for me because I truly mattered to him.
I didn’t get a chance to speak because Rex leaned forward, grabbed my hand, and brought it up to his mouth to place a light kiss on the tips of my fingers.
“He took you from me, kitten. He took you before I could offer you even more than he could, a relationship, a warm bed, and a man who cares about you, who wants to make you his.”
I didn’t know what to say, or how to react. A part of my heart was melting because Rex wanted me, actually wanted me. Such a powerful man wanted me to be his was something, it hard to comprehend, but I couldn’t help but smile about it. The luck I experienced in the past nine years was pretty much non-existent, until the day I was picked up by Jett.
Jett.
As I thought about him, I started to think about Rex’s story and the cogs in my head started to turn as I soaked everything in.
“Wait, so you’re saying Jett came after me to get back at you.”
“Why else would he?” Rex said, without a second thought.
Ouch, that one stung, but then again, if I were in his shoes, I would think the same thing. I was nothing but a whore when Rex first met me. I was lucky enough Rex wanted to go slumming, sniffing around my crotch. Why the hell wouldtwowealthy and extremely powerful men turn to me? Yeah, I had a good rack and gave one hell of a blow job, but it wasn’t like I was winning the Pulitzer for best journalism on the proper way to lick a man’s cock.
The more I thought about it, the more I recognized bullshit coming from someone and Rex knew me first, so that meant Jett was not only a master manipulator, but a fucking liar as well.
Steam started to pour out of every orifice of my body as I recollected all the times Jett told me how beautiful I was, how he called me “little one,” like I was his fucking pride and joy, how he made me fall for such a malicious bastard. He worked me and he worked me big time.
I was such a fool to believe that I was fucking Cinderella, being picked up from rags and instantly blessed with a charmed life. Naïve was a good way to describe me, but fucking moron was even better.
“I’m sorry to be the one to tell you, but also, I’m glad you came, because I needed you to know before you became too invested. I would love for you to leave that overbearing, tyrannical club and come live with me, be pampered and never have to work another day in your life, but I don’t want to force you into anything. I want you to make your own decisions.”
I looked Rex in the eyes for any kind of a tell that he was lying, but all I saw was complete and utter honesty. The sincerity in his dark eyes nearly split me in two. He was offering me the comfort and security I’d been looking for the past nine years, so why the hell was I being so hesitant? Why wasn’t I jumping at the opportunity to be with him?
One thing was, I didn’t know him that well. Yes, we practically fucked every inch of each other’s bodies, even the ears, but that didn’t mean I knew him. I’d never spent a night with him, never been to his place, and never been on an actual date with him. Then again, I never did any of those things with Jett either, except for the date, which I now wished I never would have gone on, because that night kept clouding my thoughts. It was a brief moment in time when Jett was actually human, a man I could see myself with. It was a side of him I never should have seen, because it had given me a taste of what my life could, but never would, be.
“I need some time,” I said, my voice growing shaky.
Rex nodded and kissed my hand again. “I completely understand, kitten. Please take all the time you need, but please know, if you do choose me, I’ll be waiting for you, waiting to spoil you, pamper you, and make sure you never have to worry about another thing in your life.”
I just nodded my head and I got up from my chair.
“Can I drive you home?” he asked, leaving some large bills on the table and guiding me out of the café.
“I don’t think that’s a great idea, but thank you.”
Rex silently agreed and pulled me so close to his body that I had no choice but to look up at him.
“Can I ask you one thing?” I nodded, even though I was pretty sure I didn’t want to hear his question. “Do you love him?”
