Page 38 of Bourbon Sins
“We don’t punish the girls, Kace.”
“She wasn’t doing her job; she was too distracted. You can’t just have her go out there, completely unprepared. What happened to her is nothing compared to what could have happened.”
“What should have happened is you should have kicked those two men out of the club for disgracing one of our girls. When have we ever let that happen?”
“They had all the right . . .”
“They had no right,” I said, as I pounded my desk with my fist. “What is this really about Kace? If it was Francy in Goldie’s place . . .”
“Lo,” Kace interrupted.
“What?”
“Her Jett Girl name is Lo; don’t forget it.”
I sat back in my chair and watched as a tiny smirk spread across Kace’s cocky face.
“What’s your problem with her?”
Kace sat up in his chair and leaned toward my desk. “She’s not cut out to be a Jett Girl, simple as that. You aren’t with her every day like I am. She’s not Jett Girl material. The minute you take her into the Bourbon Room, she is going to cling to you. She is looking for comfort in her life; she doesn’t have the same mentality as Babs and Pepper. You can’t just fuck her then call on another girl the next night. She’s not going to take it well. The minute she feels you hold her, touch her . . . fuck her, she’s going to become attached and then what the hell are you going to do? You’ll break her. Is that really what you want?”
I sat back in my chair as Kace went off about Goldie. In the back of my mind, Kace confirmed all the suspicions I had about her. Going into this, I knew there was a possibility that she wouldn’t be able to handle my lifestyle, but I ignored that feeling and, if I was going to be honest, I was going to continue to ignore it, because I was a selfish son-of-a-bitch and I wanted her.
“Do you like her?” I asked, trying to gauge Kace’s true feelings.
Kace sat up straight with a stunned face, but quickly washed it away and said, “I wouldn’t say we’re friends but . . .”
“No,” I interrupted, “Do you like her physically?”
Silence met the end of my question and Kace looked down at his hands.
“No, I don’t,” he responded.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Well that’s your problem, not mine,” he said, looking back up at me with determination in his eyes.
Thoughts of Kace and Goldie ran through my mind and I instantly started to get antsy at the idea. I didn’t like it. I had been known to back off a girl for Kace before, but not this time. Goldie was mine.
“Tomorrow, you are to call up the two men who tossed their drinks at Goldie and end their memberships. They are no longer allowed in my club.”
“But—”
“They are done. They don’t treat our girls like that, no matter how they might have screwed up.”
“Dude, you are seriously going to get rid of two powerful men for a girl who means nothing? They could destroy you.”
“I don’t give a fuck. They need to show some respect. Just because they have money doesn’t mean they can treat people with no regard. Their kind of behavior will not be tolerated. We have to set an example, or else all the men are going to start acting like bastards.”
“Whatever. Do what you want, but I’m telling you right now, Lo is never going to make it. You are only setting her up for failure. She is going to leave the Lafayette Club worse off than when she came.” Kace got up out of his chair and started walking toward the door. “You should get over your infatuation because you are only going to end up hurting her, just like you hurt Natasha.”
“She wasn’t the one who got hurt,” I shouted back at him.
“You sure about that?”
“She was the one who made the choice. She was the one who left me.”
Kace just shrugged his shoulders as he closed the door behind him.
