“I would say so,” he concurred. “I would say there’s a fat chance in hell Lot 17 will be used for anything other than the Boys and Girls Clubs after tonight.”
I watched as my dad ground his teeth together and the muscles in his jaws ticked like firecrackers going off at the Fourth of July. It was rather amusing, seeing my dad get so worked up that his face practically turned an ugly shade of purple. It was good to once again have the upper hand on the old man.
My dad pointed a finger at Kace. “Don’t think I don’t know about you killing that man at the bar. I can ruin you with the right investigator, so keep your trailer park trash of a mouth out of my business.” I watched as Kace stood his ground, not letting my dad’s poor etiquette of bringing up Kace’s past affect him. “As for you,” he pointed at me, “If I don’t get that property, you are not going to like what happens.”
“Unfortunately for you, I could care less about your empty threats. You have nothing on me and won’t ever have anything on me. I run an honest business in many ways, something you will never be able to do, so if I were you, I would start looking for a new property.”
“You will regret those words one day…son.” The way he said the word son, with such malice in his voice almost made me step back, but I stood my ground.
As both men walked away, I replayed the conversation in my head and tried to figure out what Rex meant by claiming what was his.
“Why do you think Rex was here?” I asked, as both Kace and I circled the room one last time.
“Are you that dense, man?”
“What?” I asked with irritation, wondering why it was so hard for Kace to just get to the fucking point.
“Who used to pay Lo for sex before she came here?”
As realization hit me like a cold slap to the face, I felt my stomach tighten at the thought of Goldie running off with Rex, just like my Natasha had run off with him. A cold sweat took over my entire body and I told myself it wasn’t because I had feelings for her; it was from the pain of rejection that I once experienced, and not wanting to relive the same kind of rejection all over again, not because I had feelings for Goldie.
“Motherfucker…” I whispered, as I looked about the room.
“You got that right,” Kace said, as he grabbed a drink off of a tray and downed it completely. I wasn’t even sure if he knew what it was.
I turned to Kace and stopped in his tracks, leaned forward and said, “If Rex decides to become a member, allow it. I want to see what he is up to, who he is doing business with and what his intentions are for being a member of the club. I want to keep my eye on him. Got it?”
Kace nodded his head as he looked around at the party, as if he was trying to spot someone. “Well, time for me to head,” he said, while looking down at his watch. “Do you mind if I take off? I have a brunette with fake titties waiting for me in my room.”
“Fake?” I asked, trying not to show my distaste.
He shrugged his shoulders. “They’re alright; they’re more for show when she’s riding my big old donkey dick. You should see them bounce man, that shit’s hot.”
I laughed and nodded. “Still think you got the biggest torpedo this side of the Mississippi?” I asked about our running joke from when we were young.
“Hell yeah. I told you; anytime you want to invite me up to the Bourbon Room, I’m more than happy to oblige and submit. I just ask that you’re gentle.”
This was the Kace that I missed, the Kace I grew up with. He was fun and exciting to be around, not always dark and brooding and ready to snap at the first thing that went wrong. After the incident in the bar, he became so dark and sinister most of the time, it was hard to even talk to him. So, most of the time, I found myself threatening him to even get a word out of his stubborn mouth. I knew it wasn’t the proper way of functioning, since it probably only brought up bad memories, but I couldn’t help it. There was no other way of breaking the monotonous trance he spent most of his days in.
“I will take your offer into consideration. You never know, you might just be the man that pushes me over into being capable of making a commitment.”
Kace laughed as he cupped my chin, “You should only be so lucky.”
I pushed his hand aside. “Get the fuck out of here, you fucking vagina.”
Kace feigned shock at my words and said, “Why Jett Colby, you sound like you have been hanging with the commoners. Where are your standards?”
“Fuck off and go squeeze some saline sacs.”
Chapter Thirty
“Maneater”
Jett
Taking a deep breath and preparing myself for what I could only imagine would be an enthralling night of insolence and challenges, I braced myself as I walked into the Bourbon Room.
Purple lights lined the walls, giving off a cool night lighting that I’ve become very fond of. I looked around the room and spotted Goldie on the bed, looking like a dark angel with the purple lighting reflecting off of her beautiful skin. She was on the bed like I asked, but instead of her waiting patiently for my entrance, her body lay still on the bed, hair fanned out on the comforter and the cutest little snore came from her partially open mouth.
I shook my head and laughed silently as I took in the scene in front of me. Would I ever be able to train her?
The slit on her dress rode high, as her dress was jacked up around her waist and the fragments of fabric that were supposed to be covering her rode closely to exposing her most glorious tits. Not being able to hold back, I ran my hands up her thighs and watched as her beautiful blues eyes slowly opened at my touch. The minute she saw me, her body jack knifed up as her arms flailed about, trying to get into position.
“Shit, sorry,” she said, as she wiped her eyes. “This bed was just so comfortable and then you were taking forever, so I thought, just shut your eyes for a second, but then I started dreaming about these giant and I mean giant unicorns that were coming up with their own version of Frisbee golf that involved strawberry frosted donuts. Frankly, I’m a little upset about the fact that I didn’t get to see who won the glitter troll trophy that was being guarded by a frisky little purple colored feline. God was that cat funny.” She sat on her knees as she continued to talk. “You know, it’s weird that the cat was purple, but not that weird because I mean, look around us, purple is always flooding my senses, not that I hate it or anything; it actually kind of turns me on, just like the cologne you wear, what is that? Some kind of Calvin Klein brand?” She leaned forward and sniffed the air in front of me.
A giant smile threatened to cross my face, but I refused myself the pleasure of showing her how much she entertained me with her uncensored mouth.
Instead, I pressed my finger over her lips and asked, “Are you done?”
She nodded her head and stared directly at me as she waited for my next move.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
She nodded her head and said with conviction, “I am here to submit to you.”
A straight bolt of arousal hit me dead center as the words rolled of her tongue with ease. Every time she said those fine words, I instantly became excited that such a beautiful creature would so willingly hand herself over to me; it was fascinating and such a gift that I didn’t take it lightly.
I nodded as I turned, grabbed my remote and sat in a chair that was similar to the ones in the Toulouse Room, but a lot more comfortable.
“It’s time for you to dance for me, Lo,” I said, as I played a slow seductive song for her to sway to.
She walked over to me and leaned over my lap, giving me an amazing view all the way down her dress from where it pulled away from her body. Thank you gravity. That’s when I noticed, she was wearing absolutely nothing under her dress, fucking nothing. My mouth grew dry at this revelation.