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“I’m pretty sure. He didn’t come out and say it, but it’s kind of obvious. He knew everything that happened.” I thought about our fight and sighed again. “I also kind of messed up.”
“How so?”
“Jett is a man who needs to have control over every aspect of his life, and by me leaving, I took that away from him.”
“I’m going to stop you right there,” Blane interrupted me. “You left to help protect him, to find a solution. By no means should he be mad at that.”
“You don’t get it,” I argued. “You’re a dom; you need control.”
“In the bedroom.”
“Not in real life?”
“Well, I guess in some ways,” he admitted.
“Jett needs it in all ways. By me taking charge, the way he sees it, I didn’t trust him to protect me, to take care of things.”
“Is that how you felt?”
“No,” I said softly. “I just . . . ugh, I just wanted everything to be normal. I’m so beyond impatient. It seemed like things were never going to end, and I wasn’t sure how much more of the hiding I could take. I thought that if I went out there, tried to find a solution, I might be able to make things better. Instead, everything just blew up in my face.”
“Seems like we should be walking in the opposite direction, toward the Garden District.”
I shook my head no. “No, as much as my heart is begging for me to go back to him, my brain is winning out. I need to figure out what I want outside of Jett Colby, what I want to do with my life, because stripping down for men and offering them lap dances is not going to pay the bills forever.”
“I can respect that. So, where to now?”
We stopped in front of our destination and Blane gave me a quizzical look. After two knocks on the door, I waited for it to be opened.
I could hear someone running down the stairs. Locks clicked open and light spilled through the entrance. Standing in only a pair of sweats, looking fine, as usual, was Diego.
“Goldie, what are you doing here?” he asked, as he rubbed the top of his head and held onto the door frame.
“We need jobs and a place to stay. Can you help us out?”
Diego sized up Blane and smiled.
“I think we can arrange something.”
Chapter Twenty
“Say You Love Me”
JETT
“Are you nervous?” Kace asked me.
“No, have I ever been nervous?”
“When you went to ask out Christina in high school you were. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sweat so much.”
I gave him a pointed look. “I was fifteen and she was a senior with a rack that had every guy in school sweating. Pretty sure I have an excuse for that.”
“Still, you were nervous,” Kace said with a smirk.
I shrugged and looked out the window. For some reason, New Orleans looked less exciting than normal. I used to enjoy the sights and sounds only true natives of the town could appreciate, but right now, everything seemed so bland. I tried to ignore the reason, why I’d been walking around the club for the past week like a ghost, as if my soul had been sucked right out of me, but I knew the reason.
I threw away the best thing that had ever happened to me.
