Forever a Jett Girl (Bourbon #3) Page 2

  Knowing my next words were either going to make or break this secret operation I’d put myself on, I chose wisely what came out of my mouth.

  With a sad smile, I nodded and said, “I can understand that.”

  “Then, why do you look so sad? We were great together, Goldie.”

  “We were,” I answered. “But…” I took a deep breath and placed my head in my hands. “I’m sorry.” I waved my hand in front of me. “I don’t mean to get so emotional. It’s just…I was really hoping for a fresh start. Ever since I lost my parents to Hurricane Katrina, I’ve been selling my soul to stay afloat. I let men use my body in Kitten’s Castle, I let you use my body to help pay my rent, and I let Jett use me as well. I don’t want to be that girl anymore. I don’t want to be the girl who sells her body for money or possessions anymore. I’m at a breaking point in my life, Rex, where I’ve been passed down from man to man to a point where I don’t think I can do it anymore. I need a break. I need some time to think. I need some time to find myself and figure out what I want.”

  “Do you still want Jett?” Rex asked, looking a little angry. I didn’t blame his anger; I’d denied his cock.

  “No, I don’t want anything to do with that pitiful man. You were right, he doesn’t care about anyone but himself.”

  “Then, do you see me in your future?”

  I glanced down at my hands and then looked up at him through my eyelashes, preparing for the biggest lie of my life.

  “I can definitely see a future with you, Rex. I want to have a future with you, that’s why I came here, but before I see that future, I would like to build a friendship first.”

  A small smile spread across Rex’s face as he nodded his head and said, “I think I can wait then.”

  Bless all the crying vaginas in the world. I just bought myself a few sex free weeks with Rex, but I didn’t foresee him waiting terribly long. He was going to want something from me; I was on borrowed time, meaning I had to act quickly.

  “Thank you,” I replied, while gripping his hand and squeezing it.

  “You know, Goldie. You deserve to be treated well, to be given everything you’ve ever wanted, and in due time, I will be the man who gives you that.”

  “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

  “Good enough,” he replied while standing. “Come, I will show you to your room so you can get settled. Tomorrow, we will go to the club so I can get you acquainted with some of the girls and your new surroundings. I have great hopes for this new relationship we’ll be starting.”

  Such a fancy fart.

  We walked back out to the main hallway, where Rex grabbed my suitcase and led me up to the second floor. To the left, I could see the master bedroom, it was hard to miss with the French doors and immaculate four post bed that stretched the length of one of the walls. Luckily, Rex guided me to the right side of the second floor and into a more modest room. It had beige walls, an oak sleigh bed, and red comforter, shock alert…wasn’t expecting that color scheme.

  “This will be your room.”

  “It’s lovely,” I lied, as I made eye contact with a picture of Thomas Jefferson that hung over my bed. I knew he was dead, but I was pretty damn sure he was reincarnated to live in the picture that hung above the bed I would be sleeping in, because the former president was staring at my breasts, pervert.

  “Are you hungry?” Rex asked, as he set my suitcase on a padded bench that sat at the foot of the bed.

  “No, just tired. It’s been a long night.”

  “I’m sure,” Rex said, while he looked at his watch. “I’ll let you get to sleep. The door to the right is your closet and the door to the left is your private bathroom. I will be up around eight for breakfast, and then we can head on over to the club. Does that sound alright with you?”

  “Yes, perfectly fine.”

  Rex took a step forward to, what I could only assume was going to be a kiss, but mid-step, he backed off and gave me a small wave. “Good night, Kitten.”

  “Good night,” I replied, as he walked out of my room and shut the door softly.

  The minute he was gone, I exhaled a long breath that I felt like I’d been holding in ever since I walked into Rex’s house. I flung my body on the bed and was surprised when I found the mattress was as hard as a rock.

  “Jesus, Rex. Invest in some mattresses not made in the 1920’s,” I mumbled, as I tried to soften the sturdy rock that lay beneath me by trying to channel my inner pussy cat and knead the fuck out of it. But there was no use, I was slumming it with Thomas and all of his other historic friends.

  Overall, I thought I’d done a good job infiltrating the enemy’s lair. Actually, it wasn’t that hard at all. All I had to do now was do a little video work with my phone, interview some of the girls, and then send the video off to the police. Simple. No one was going to stand for a brothel in this town!

  Feeling happy about my success, I opened my suitcase and started to unpack my things. I only brought limited items because I really wanted to make it look like I had nothing, even though I had everything back at the Lafayette Club, and when I say everything, I mean Jett.

  The itch to call him, to hear his voice ran through my body, but I knew that would be a bad idea. For all I knew, Rex would be able to see who I was calling by posting cameras in my room.

  Cameras.

  My eyes shot to Thomas Jefferson above the bed and his beady little eyes. With determination, I jumped on the bed and lifted the picture off of the wall while saying, “Ah ha!”

  To my dismay, there wasn’t a secret peep hole or a camera, it was just a plain old wall and Thomas Jefferson just had creepy eyes.

  Still not comfortable, I spent the next half hour scouring my room, bathroom, and closet for any kind of small camera or listening device, but came up short. There was nothing. Did Rex really trust me that much?

  I was just about to lay down in bed after I had taken a quick shower and brushed my teeth, when I heard the faint sound of Rex’s voice rising to an angry level. Wanting to know who he was talking to, now that I was a secret agent, well, in my mind I was a secret agent…I quietly cracked opened my door and tiptoed to the banister of the stairwell, where I perked up my ears to hear what Rex was saying.

  “Yes, she’s upstairs. No, she’s not wearing a collar. I know. No, I didn’t take her phone, why should I? She said she’s no longer with him, that she wants nothing to do with him. Because I can trust her. She’s desperate Leo; she’ll do anything to not have to live on the streets again.” He paused for a second and then said, “No, she will not be a girl, not just yet. I gave her a manager position at first…” He paused again, but then raised his voice, malice lacing it, frankly scaring me. “Because, I can’t just force her to be the main attraction of the club at first. I have to gain her trust, give her everything she needs, and then break her down, take away her entire life in exchange for what we want. It’s all about manipulating your subject. I know what I’m doing; we’ll get what we want. We’ll be sure to prove to Jett never to fuck with us.”

  Heavy footsteps rang across the hardwood floors, making me jump out of my listening position and scamper back to my room. Carefully, I clicked the door shut and then sat on my bed.

  So, I wasn’t as clever as I thought I was. Rex didn’t want me; he wanted to use me to get back at Jett, but why? Were they still convinced Jett and I were an item?

  No, they couldn’t be. There was something I was missing.

  With a new understanding of what I had gotten myself into, I turned out the lights of my latest bedroom and thought about what tomorrow was going to bring and how long it was going to be until I was able to see Jett and hear his voice once again.

  There was a reason I was doing all of this; there was a reason why I was in Rex’s house, depriving myself of the man who had stolen my heart. I was doing this for Jett; I was doing this for us so that we could live the life we wanted to live, not under someone else’s rules.

  With a flip of the bi
rd to Thomas, the creepy perv, I shut my eyes and went to sleep.

  2

  “Bang Bang”

  Rex

  The phone rang in my ear and I impatiently waited for Leo to pick up. Kitten showing up at my door was exactly what we wanted. We knew only time would tell when Goldie would come running from Jett. We pushed him to his limit and made him drive her away. Who was he trying to kid? We had seen his passion for my Kitten ever since Leo called Jett out on his new girl. It was written all over him. I wasn’t sure if he loved her, but he had deep feelings for Kitten…that was unmistakable.

  “Yes,” Leo grunted into the phone.

  “She’s with me.”

  There was a pause on the phone before Leo spoke. “Goldie?”

  “Yes, she came over tonight, asking for a place to stay, a place far away from Jett.”

  “She’s in your house?” he asked with a little bit of disbelief. We were hoping she would find her way to me when she was ready, but we weren’t sure it would actually happen, especially since she left the Lafayette Club a while ago.

  “Yes, she’s upstairs.”

  “Is she still attached to Jett? You know we can’t have any complications.”

  “No, she’s not wearing a collar.”

  “She’s not? That’s interesting. He must have really done a number on her. That bastard of a son of mine never knew a good thing when it smacked him in the head. He’s willing to give up Goldie for Lot 17. Never thought I would see the day.”

  “I know.”

  “Did you take away all of her communication?”

  “No, I didn’t take her phone, why should I?”

  Leo blew out a frustrated breath, and I could envision him running his hand through his hair. Like father like son. “Because, what if she’s playing you? What if she’s lying? We can’t be too cautious right now, Rex.”

  “She said she’s no longer with him, that she wants nothing to do with him,” I responded with confidence. I saw it in her eyes; she was done with Jett Colby.

  “And you believed that? Why?” Leo asked, growing irritated with me.

  The moment I went into business with Leo, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. He was just as stubborn as his son, but when it came to trusting someone else, Leo had zero trust. He was constantly checking on me, making sure I was making the right moves. It had started to get annoying…the fact that he thought he could make all the decisions in our partnership. I was not one to be micro-managed, especially since what we had was a partnership, something he often forgot.

  “Because I can trust her,” I spat back. “She’s desperate, Leo, she’ll do anything to not have to live on the streets again.”

  “Desperate enough to be one of the girls?”

  “No, she will not be a girl, not just yet. I gave her a manager position at first…”

  “Why the fuck would you do that? You know the plan. She is to be one of the girls, not some damn manager.”

  Rage boiled inside of me from Leo chastising my decisions, once again. I knew what the hell I was doing. I didn’t need him riding me about it. Even though he thought he knew everything, he really didn’t. The one thing he didn’t know was Goldie. She was headstrong, stubborn, and could be flaky. I wasn’t about to act on our plan the first second she walked through my door. No, I had to ease her in, show her that I can give her everything, and then when she’s settled, when she thinks she couldn’t have it any better, I would take it all away from her.

  Taking a deep breath, I answered, “Because, I can’t just force her to be the main attraction of the club at first. I have to gain her trust, give her everything she needs and then break her down, take away her entire life in exchange for what we want. It’s all about manipulating your subject.”

  This was true, it was how I had done it with the other three girls who’d signed on to the club. I promised them a life they couldn’t possibly dream of, lavished them with everything they could want, learned their innermost secrets…secrets that were not to be spoken of, and then when they were content, I turned their secrets against them. I forcefully threatened to expose their misdoings, had them sign a contract, and then took all of their privileges away. It was the only way I could get them to do what they would be offering to the men of my club. It was either fuck or get fucked for them.

  “You better be right. We have plans for her, Rex. She is the key to bringing Jett to his knees, and you and I both want that.”

  “I know; we’ll get what we want. We’ll be sure to prove to Jett never to fuck with us,” I replied, while walking down the hall.

  “Very well. Don’t fuck this up, Rex. Goldie is in your hands. Be sure to show her who’s in charge of this city…who owns this city.”

  “I will.”

  We both hung up the phone and I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. Things were finally starting to fall into place. Lot 17 was so close to being in our grasp; we had the winning pawn to the game we were playing with Jett, and I could see the total destruction of the man in the near future. It wouldn’t be too long until we had Goldie under our command, only to annihilate Jett.

  3

  “Gone”

  Jett

  I’ve suffered losses in my life, losses that have shaped me into be the man I am today, that have taught me valuable lessons, and that have inspired me to be a better person. But I’ve never experienced such a loss as I did the moment Goldie took off her collar.

  From the window of her bedroom, I watched as a cab pulled up outside the back of Diego’s club and took my Little One away, leaving me a broken and bitter man.

  Her words kept resonating through my head, “Have faith in the power I have.”

  From the very beginning, when I asked her to stay with Diego and trust what I was doing for the both of us, I asked her to have faith, faith in me and faith in us, but now with the tables reversed, with her doing the protecting, my faith was non-existent and the main reason was because the one hold I had over her, the one object that gave me security in our commitment to each other was now lying neatly in a box in my hands.

  My heart was rapidly beating in my chest, hammering against my ribcage, begging to be taken back by Goldie, to sit in her perfect little hands.

  Not able to stand from the blinding pain that was ricocheting through my body, I sat on her bed and dropped the box I was holding to the ground so I could grip my head. Like a madman, I pulled on my hair, trying to figure out what Goldie was up to, why she found it necessary to leave me, to do this all on her own.

  A small knock sounded at the door, disrupting my thoughts. I didn’t have the energy to look up, so I just mumbled for whoever it was to come in.

  The creak of the door echoed through the empty room and the heavy footsteps of Diego entered. I’ve known Diego for a while now, and I’ve been quite fond of him, but today, after he brought Goldie to the party, a dark part of me wanted to take him out, destroy him…because by some off-chance if he hadn’t taken Goldie to the ball, maybe, just maybe, she would be in my arms right now.

  “What do you want?” I said in a gruff tone, trying to hide the pain in my voice.

  “Listen, Jett, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  I tilted my head up ever so slightly so I was just barely looking at the man. He was strong and confident, arrogant at times, just like me, but where I excelled in hiding my emotions, Diego did not. Visibly, he was shaken from seeing Goldie leave; I could see it in his stature.

  “Diego, I’m going to make this very easy on you. You’re going to tell me exactly what Goldie said to you before the party, and then you’re going to get the fuck out of my sight. Got it?”

  The menacing tone in my voice was clearly heard by Diego, as he took a deep breath and then rested his body against the doorframe and ran his hand over his face.

  “Fine. Goldie came up to me while I was eating a sandwich and asked me about Lot 17. She wanted to know everything and I told her. I told her about your dad, about what Lot 17 entailed
and what you wanted to do with it. I told her what I knew.”

  “Why?” I asked while standing up, growing angrier by the second. “Why would you tell her when you knew I specifically wanted to keep her out of it and as far away as possible?”

  “Besides the fact that she practically ripped my nipple off? She deserved to know. You were stringing her along, keeping her in the dark, she was bound to do something. If I didn’t tell her, she would have gone off to find her own answers, and who knows what would have happened then.”

  With precision, I picked up the box with Goldie’s collar in it that I’d dropped, and walked over to Diego, where I stood an inch away from him. Taking in a deep breath, I sized him up and said, “Meddling in my relationship, trying to fix a problem that wasn’t yours to fix will not go unnoticed, Diego.”

  “Is that a threat?” Diego asked, feeling more confident now.

  “It damn well is. Don’t meddle in my life, because it’s going to come back and burn you.”

  “Funny thing is, Jett, you’re the one who brought her here; you’re the one who needed a safe haven for her, and I provided that. Just because you wanted to keep her in the dark doesn’t mean I had to. She deserved to know.”

  “That wasn’t your decision to make,” I said, raising my voice.

  “Someone had to tell her, and your arrogant ass wasn’t going to, so I did.”

  “You’re dead to me,” I huffed out, as I pushed past him, knocking his shoulder on the way.

  “Blaming me for your problems isn’t going to help. You know I’m not the reason this happened. Try pointing the finger at yourself. Relationships are about being open and honest. You failed in that aspect when it came to Goldie, and you’re the reason why she left,” Diego pointed out, as I stopped halfway down the hallway.

  “Relationship advice coming from someone who has been unsuccessful at keeping his own submissive longer than a few months…think I’ll pass.”

  With that, I walked down the stairs of Diego’s club and out to the idling car that was waiting for me. My driver opened my door for me and drove me back to the Lafayette Club.