Page 73 of Bourbon Kingdom
“Well,” she looked around and then patted her shorts. “I don’t really know what to say now. I wasn’t expecting you to agree.”
“Do you not want me to agree so you can keep arguing?” I asked with a smile that I knew would hit her hard.
“Oh, no, don’t, you can’t do that,” she said, while shaking her finger at my face.
“Do what?” I smiled again, inching closer to her.
“You know what, that whole charming male dominant thing.I will not fall for it.”
“You sure?” I asked, as I moved inches away from her and rested my hands on her hips.
“Yes, I’m positive,” she sucked in a deep breath at my proximity. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Trying to remove that crinkle between your eyes.”
“Blane will see you,” she said quickly, trying to deter me.
“Like I give a fuck about Blane; don’t bullshit me, you’re not seeing him.” I took a shot, hoping I was right. I didn’t believe she was seeing Blane, given the way she’d reacted to me, to our situation.
Looking away, she whispered she was, but I didn’t bite; she was lying.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me you’re with another man. Look at me Goldie.”
Sighing, she turned her head and stared me in the eyes.
“Tell me you’re with him,” I repeated.
She bit her bottom lip as her eyes searched mine. With a frustrated grunt, she pushed away from me and started pacing the little section of the garden we were in.
“Ugh, you’re so infuriating. Of course I’m not seeing him. You happy?”
“Very,” I smirked.
“I hate you,” she spat.
“No, you don’t,” I smiled back.
Shaking her head at me, she sat down on the half wall and brought her knees up to her chest.
“What do you want from me?”
“You know what I want,” I said, as I took a seat next to her. “I want to date you. I want to start fresh with you. Treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”
“Because you want sex.” She buried her head in her knees.
“No,” I said softly, as I moved my head down to her ear. “Not because I want sex, because I want you, Goldie; I want your heart, your smart mouth, your defiance, I want everything.”
“I hate that I want the same thing,” she admitted. “I want to hate you, I want you to leave me alone, but I know that won’t fix the numbing ache in my heart. Why does this have to be so hard?”
“The best things in life are hard, little one,” I replied.
Silence fell between us while I gave her time to think about my proposal. I didn’t want to pressure her, but damn it if I didn’t want to wrap her up in my arms right then and there.
There were moments in my life when I sat back and assessed the decisions I made. Proposing to Natasha was a huge mistake, one that I would regret because the emotional abuse she put me through has set me back in my current relationship, well, the one I used to have with Goldie. Asking Goldie to be a Jett Girl, smartest decision I’ve ever made, because I found a mirror image of myself in her. I found my counterpart.
Interrupting my thoughts, she finally spoke up. “I won’t live with you.”
“What?” I asked, as my head snapped to the side. “That’s non-negotiable. Do you really think you’re going to live with Diego? He’s a horny bastard, no way.”
