Page 42 of Bourbon Kingdom
Opening my clutch, I went to grab my lipstick when a strong arm wrapped around me and pulled me into a dark room that was opposite the bathrooms. The door clicked shut and my pulse picked up.
“What’s going on?” I asked, while looking around, trying to feel for a door. My hand came in contact with a warm body and I screeched. “I will knife hand you!” I warned, as I put my hands up and started swinging them around in the dark, making contact with nothing.
“When you’re finished, I would like to speak to you,” came the unmistakable voice of Jett Colby.
My gut clenched at the sound of his voice and the fact that we were in the same room, alone.
“Jett,” I offered, as I tried to find him. His hands stilled my shoulders and turned me around.
Light from the moon poured through the window, casting a small glow on Jett’s face when I finally saw him. My body seized on me from the hard stare on his face. His jaw ticked as he studied me. His face was freshly shaven, begging for my hands to touch him, caress him, and just get lost in the feel of him.
He was utter perfection and it hurt too damn bad to be standing in front of him with my hands tied behind my back, not able to tell him how I felt or show him how much I wanted him, how much I needed him.
My body ached to have his arms wrapped around me and his head buried against mine, his eyes telling me how he truly felt.
Right now, he was wearing a mask, a professional mask I’ve only seen a couple of times, a mask that was most definitely not reserved for me, and it hurt knowing that he could turn that face on when seeing me for the first time since I’d left the club.
Nervous, I just stared up at him, waiting for him to say something, because I knew anything that came out of my mouth was not going to be intelligent from the way he turned my brain into mush.
His eyes ran the length of my body, taking in the rather revealing dress I had on.
“You look . . . breathtaking,” he said softly. His hands found my hips and my breath caught in my throat as he pulled me in closer. “Why are you here?” he asked, looking me square in the eye.
“Because Rex asked me,” I said meekly. His stare was cutting me in half, breaking down every strong wall I’d ever built up.
He thought about my answer for a second, and then said, “I asked you to stay with me, but I guess that meant nothing to you.”
“That’s not true,” I said quickly, while shaking my head, but he pushed me away and started pacing the short distance of the dark room. “Jett, I’m trying to make things better.”
“By sleeping with Rex?”he gritted out, smacking me in the face with his words.
“What?! No! I’m not sleeping with him.”
A sarcastic laugh escaped his mouth. “You’re telling me the man who used to pay you for sex isn’t fucking you right now?”
The tone of his voice, the way his body moved was terrifying. I had never seen him so angry before.
“No, he hasn’t even touched me. That’s more than I can say for that stupid kiwi you brought with you.”
His head snapped up and he glared at me. “You think I’m messing around with her?”
“Well, didn’t you kiss her out there?”
On the cheek, but still, seeing his lips caress someone else’s skin was like a dagger to the heart.
“And I thought you were too engrossed in your new boyfriend to notice,” Jett said childishly.
“He’s not my boyfriend, you . . .” the words died on my lips because, technically, Jett wasn’t my boyfriend right now.
“Were you going to say . . . I am? How is that possible? How could I be your boyfriend when clearly you’re with another man? Tell me, Goldie, how does that work?”
Okay, he was mad. I should have seen that coming when I took off my collar, but it was all for a good reason. I was trying to make a better life for us. I was trying to protect him, trying to fix things. He had to understand that, right?
“I’m not with him, Jett.”
Grabbing me by the shoulders, he pushed me up against the wall of the room and stood inches from my body.
“Then, what the fuck are you doing with him?” his voice broke as his eyebrows fell and he said, “Are you trying to intentionally hurt me?”
