Jett: It’s getting late; send the girls to bed.
Kace: Got it.
Kace was a man of few words and he suffered from demons just like I did, every damn day of our lives. We had different demons haunting us day in and day out, but demons nonetheless. I believe that was why we stayed friends all these years. I met him when I was in high school, he was the jock and I was the smart ass always coming up with ideas to get us in trouble. Seventeen years later, we are both thirty three and still suffering from our past decisions.
I watched as Goldie walked back to her room with assistance from Kace.
“Why are you so moody all the time?” Goldie asked, while flinging her arms about, giving Kace a serious run for his money. I chuckled to myself at the fiery spirit of my little one.
“And where is Jett? I mean, is the man so ugly that he can’t show his face just to say hello and see how I’m fitting in? Does his face look like an asshole?” she slurred, as she bounced against the walls.
“You know he can hear you, right?” Kace let her know.
“What do you mean?” She stopped in her tracks.
“There are cameras all around the house, except the rooms of the Jett Girls; that’s the only privacy you get around here.”
“Are you shitting me?”
I laughed to myself at her very Bourbon Street-like response. She was definitely a hellion.
“No, now come on. I don’t want to be babysitting your ass anymore.” Kace grabbed her by the arms and pulled her toward the end of the hallway.
She pulled her arm away and said, “I don’t need a babysitter, especially one who so desperately needs to be sucked off. God damn man. You are such a bastard, you know that?”
Kace threw his hands up in the air, giving up, and then looked straight at the camera in the corner. “I give up. She’s close enough; deal with it yourself if you’re not happy.”
I just laughed and let Kace walk off, leaving Goldie in the hallway with her mask hanging off one of her ears and her shirt buttoned up all askew. She was a sight…that was for sure, but a sight I wanted to so desperately bury myself deep down in.
She walked closer to the camera and looked up at it. If she had a ladder, she most likely would have tapped the damn thing.
“I see you in there,” Goldie said, as she waved with her right index finger. She leaned up against the wall and stared at the camera. “I’m sorry you’re so ugly that your face looks like a cow’s vagina. I can understand why you don’t want to be seen, because of vagina face and all. God, that must be hard to deal with, and the smell…fuck, no wonder you pay ladies to be near you. You have a juicy cow vagina smell coming off your face.” She shivered and sighed, “Fucking cow pussy.”
A huge smile was plastered across my face as I watched her in her drunken state. God she was adorable, even though she was insulting the hell out of me and calling me vagina face.
“Makes me wonder, if you have a vagina face, does that mean you have to go to your ‘monthly cleaning’ like every other girl in this house?” she said with air quotes. “I sure hope so; you don’t want an infection.” She shuddered. “Gross, could you imagine your vagina face with an infection? Fuck…that is some stank shit you got going on.”
She looked around the hallway and grabbed the mask that was hanging off her face and started waving it in front of her.
“God, it’s hot in here. Are you hot? I am.” She grabbed her shirt and tore it over her head, exposing her beautiful curvy body. “It’s hot,” she repeated. “Is that a ringing noise? Are you calling me? She looked down and then bent over and grabbed one of her heels and held it up to her ear as she slid down the wall of the hallway.
“Hi, you have reached Goldie, sorry I couldn’t take your call, vagina face, but I’m sure you would have made me cream my pants with that gorgeous voice of yours. It’s just such a shame that you’re a pussy head.” She exhaled and dropped her shoe-phone on the floor and slid further to the ground so her head was lying down.
“Vaaaaaa-gggggiiiiinaaaa, Jett has a…” her voice tailed off as she passed out in the middle of the hallway. I waited a couple of minutes until I fully knew she was passed out and worked my way down to her hallway so I could put her in her bed. I didn’t want my little one to wake up with a kink in her neck and have to have a masseuse touch her beautiful body before I got the chance. For some reason, I was extremely possessive of the little firecracker and I didn’t want anyone else touching her.
I tried to think of the reason why I felt such a strong connection to her, but the only thing that kept coming to mind was the way I first ran into her. Could two people really be drawn to each other by fate? I didn’t look too much into it as I settled her into her bed and brushed the hair out of her face. She was going to give me a run for my money, no doubt about it.
Chapter Fourteen
“Hangover”
Goldie/Lo
To say I was a little drunk last night was an understatement. Every drink I practiced making, Francy had me drink. She said alcohol should never go to waste or else that was alcohol abuse. I agreed with her on that statement, especially since the alcohol we were pouring was top shelf.
Handling the bar wasn’t going to be too much of a problem, since the only true options were amber liquids and nothing really mixed. I did have to learn some mixed shots, but there was a cheat sheet hidden behind the counter. Francy reassured me that the club members knew the drink order options, so they wouldn’t ask for anything we didn’t go over.
I was taking over Francy’s duties for now, until I learned the choreography and could prove to Kace that I was ready to be on stage. Francy didn’t like dancing as much, so she was more than willing to help practice with me so she could get back behind the bar.
When I woke up this morning, I had a wonderful time getting to know my toilet bowl up close and personal. I named him Fred as I puked my guts out and prayed for the never-ending dry heaving to go away. I was going to have to have a conversation with Francy about practice because I could not do this every time. I liked Fred, but I wasn’t about to make out with him every time Francy wanted to go over drink orders.
There was a pounding at my door that startled me from the cool feel of the toilet bowl across my cheek. I couldn’t move, so I just allowed the pounding to continue. I knew who it was and he was not going to be happy. Just what I needed.
“Get your sorry ass up,” he screamed, as he walked through my room. “Where are you?” He tore my bathroom door open and made eye contact with my pathetic sack of bones. His stupid smirk spread across his face, the one that every time he made it, I wanted to punch it right off.
He leaned against the doorjamb and crossed his arms as he looked down upon me.
“Rough night?”
“You could say that,” I mumbled, as I felt drool slide out of the corner of my mouth.
“Well, too bad; you’re late for your morning workout session.”
I lifted my head and was grateful I was still in my bra and panties because I didn’t need Kace’s gaze blazing holes through me. Sweat plastered my hair across my neck and face and I pushed it to the side, not fully able to use my motor skills properly to push it out of the way like I wanted, but I made a good attempt.