Page 82 of Bourbon Kingdom
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Bright”
JETT
Why the fuck was I so nervous? It’s not like I’d never taken Goldie out on a date before. I took her out even before we were an item, and I was way more confident then than I was now. I’ve spent entirely too much time standing in front of my mirror, checking my clothes out to make sure they were perfect.
Fuck.
My clothes didn’t matter; I tried to tell myself that it didn’t matter, but I still ended up changing my shirt five times. I wanted to look casual, to come off as more approachable, more relaxed, but I didn’t have casual clothes, so I had to settle for a pair of navy shorts, a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, and I matched my brown loafers with my belt. I was able to get a haircut in this week, by some miraculous scheduling, so my hair was freshly shaven on the sides and styled to the side on top.
“You look like you’re going sailing,” Kace’s voice came from my bedroom door. He was the only one who had seen my bedroom, and that’s because he didn’t give a shit about my rules. Kace had no boundaries. “Should I fetch you your captain’s hat?”
“Fuck you, man,” I shook my head. “Is it that bad?”
“Is it bad that you’re asking me for fashion advice? Seriously, dude, grow a pair.”
I ran my hands over my face and gave up on the clothes; it didn’t matter, it was trivial compared to the real work I had to do in order to win Goldie back. The other night, on the phone, hell, I felt alive again. To hear her tease me, press my buttons, I missed that. Call me some sort of masochist, but Goldie’s defiance and her candid ability to push my buttons was something I now craved. It wasn’t the fact that she was a challenge, because she was most definitely a challenge, it was how real she treated me. She didn’t take my crap; she didn’t care who I was or what social standing I had. No, she treated me like every other person she knew, and that’s what I craved.
“Before I leave, I would like to talk to the girls,” I stated, while sticking my wallet in my back pocket and grabbing my phone.
“And, there he is, the emotionless Jett Colby. It was nice to see your vulnerable side for a second.”
I gave Kace a pointed look. Like he had room to talk. He was a brick wall, and when it came to emotions, he was impossible to talk to.
“This coming from the man who doesn’t know how to smile.”
“All that matters is that my dick knows how to smile.”
“Is it still smiling with Pepper?” I asked, knowing full well that I’d seen them together again.
Pursing his lips, Kace looked me up and down while slowly nodding his head. “It’s not very becoming of you to sit outside of my room and listen. You’re better than that, Jett.”
“Seems like you could do better yourself,” I teased Kace. “It’s called an orgasm, try giving her one.”
“Ahh, your dick is feeling sour, so you have to take it out on me. Fair enough,” Kace teased back as he patted my crotch.
Jumping away from him, I punched his arm, and said, “I don’t know why you hide your love for me. Just admit it, you want in my pants.”
“Nah, I’d be afraid it would take me too long to find that needle dick of yours.”
“Take your valium today? Because, fuck, I haven’t seen you this lively in a while,” I replied, walking out of my room and toward the stairs. “Is Lyla out of the picture now?”
“She was never in the picture,” Kace lied.
“Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?”
“Both,” he replied, while following me down the stairs. “It wasn’t meant to be. We’re too different.”
“Plus, she wants nothing to do with you, can’t blame the girl. You can’t really make up for all three inches of you, no matter how amazing the motion of the ocean is.”
“Well, aren’t you a fucking comedian tonight? You trying to sharpen that jagged sense of humor so you can try to win Goldie back? Not sure how that will go.”
I turned and eyed Kace with a smirk. “Low blow man, low blow.”
“Hey, and I thought you liked a low blow,” Kace responded, while wiggling his eyebrows.
“Lame, dude, straight up lame.”
