He looked up at me with such soulful eyes that it was hard to turn away; it was hard for me to be mad at him. I hated myself for not being able to put up much of a fight, even though I knew he would never give me what I wanted.
“I want you to stay, little one.” His term of endearment almost brought me to my knees. “I need you to stay,” he said lightly, as he looked down at his hands. “I know I can’t give you everything you want, everything you need and deserve, but what I can offer you is protection, a future and security. It’s not much, but it’s all I have for now.”
The way he said for now, made my heart leap. He made it seem like for now he can’t give me what I need, but there was the possibility in the future.
He looked up at me and grabbed my hand as he guided me to stand between his legs. His hands rested on my hips as his thumbs rubbed lazy circles. He looked so shattered, agonized…almost crushed.
When I first came to the Lafayette Club, Jett specifically said that I held the cards and, at this moment, he was right. I held the cards and I had the ability to either make or break this man with one single word. The stubborn girl inside me wanted to break him the way he broke me, but the girl that was falling hard for the man with the deep southern voice couldn’t do that.
I nodded my head silently as a tear ran down my face. Jett exhaled sharply as he rested his forehead against my stomach in relief, as if he was ready to combust if I didn’t answer yes. This strong man that held onto me put up such a front about not needing anyone or a relationship, but at this moment, I knew that was all it was, a front, a façade of the complex man he was. Inside, he needed someone more than he let on…he needed me.
I wrapped my arms around him and ran my hands through his hair as his arms wrapped around my waist and squeezed me. Yes, this man needed me, like I was the one who was saving him, not vice versa. I could tell by the way he gripped on to me and didn’t let me go for several moments.
Once he pulled away, he looked up at me with such gentle and sweet eyes that more tears fell from my face. I ran my hands up his neck and to the sides of his face. My finger lightly grazed his swollen lip as he winced.
“Kace?” I asked.
He just nodded as I bent down and lightly kissed him on his lip. When I pulled away, there was a slight smile grazing his swollen lip. He stood up and wrapped my arms around his waist, which I didn’t put up a fight about. He wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head.
“I’m sorry, little one,” he whispered into my hair. “I’m sorry for treating you so poorly. I got scared. You do something to me that I can’t describe and it scared the ever-living fuck out of me.”
I smiled at the slight drop of his rather refined nature and cheered at his confession as my heart nearly beat out of my chest. I knew he didn’t want a relationship or love, but what he was giving me now, what he was sharing with me, was the start of one. If I had to take it slow with him, I would, because now that I had him in my arms, I knew that I would rather be with him and have him push me away when he was scared than not be with him at all. He was my future.
“Don’t make a habit of it,” I joked.
“You’re too good.” That made me laugh because I was nowhere near being good. I truly was living a Cinderella story, a girl brought from rags to riches. I had done things in my life to make a dollar that would always stay with me, so for him to say I was too good, especially when compared to the amazing things he did, I was nowhere even close.
“You need to get your eyes checked.”
“Don’t. Don’t put yourself down. When I say you’re too good, you are. You don’t see what I see.”
“I could say the same thing about you.”
He just shook his head and smirked at me. He released me, making me instantly feel empty as he stepped away. He grabbed the box off the bed and turned around to face me as he held the box out to me.
“Open it.”
I smiled up at him as I examined the box. “This looks too small for ranunculus.”
He cringed as he looked over at my nightstand. “It is, but there will be some in your room before tomorrow. I promise.”
“Jett, you don’t…”
“You don’t tell me what I can and can’t do,” he said with a smirk. “If I want to buy my little one flowers, I will. Now open the box.”
I lifted the plush top off the box and nearly gasped as I saw what was inside.
“Jett…”
“Do you like them?” he asked, as if his sanity wavered on me saying if I liked his gift or not.
“I love them!” I exclaimed as I pulled out the purple lingerie covered in black lace. It was exactly like the first set of lingerie Jett ever gave me, but this time, it was in Jett Girl colors. The demi bra was just big enough to cover me up and the unique crisscrossed straps that were on my training set appeared on this set as well. The lingerie was breathtaking. The meaning of the gift instantly hit me as I looked up at him.
“Goldie, will you officially become a Jett Girl?”
A squeal escaped my throat as I threw my arms around his neck and leapt into his arms. He laughed as he grabbed ahold of me and hugged me.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Of course.” I hopped down and held out the lingerie and then looked back up at him. “Are you sure? You really want me to be a Jett Girl?”
“More than anything,” he said, as he cupped my chin with his forefinger and thumb. “Now, get ready; you have an impromptu presentation in half an hour for a bunch of new members and I will be watching…carefully.” He winked at me and started to walk away, but not before I called out his name, so he turned around.
“Thank you, Jett.”
“No, thank you, little one.”
With that, he walked out of my room and left me in a state of bliss, confusion, and utter glee. What the fuck just happened? I looked down at the lingerie and knew this was it. I was officially a Jett Girl. My life was changing and I was ready for the thrilling, almost nauseating, rollercoaster ride I was about to go on with Jett. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter Forty Four
“S&M”
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Rhianna’s song, “S&M” blared through the speakers as we all waved our hips side to side in front of all the new members. We were decked out in our Jett Girl gear, purple and black lingerie, black high heels, deep purple masks and black short wigs. We had black lace mini-knuckle gloves on and whips in our hands.
The synchronization of each crack of the whip with the beat of the song gave me chills as I looked down at the men who were mesmerized with our presentation. This was what I was missing when I was up here, the final feeling of being one of the girls, of actually being a Jett Girl.
I looked up at one of the cameras that I knew was specifically geared toward us for Jett to watch and I shook my tits right at it. Hopefully, Jett knew that was for him as we all spun around, shook our hips and cracked our whips side to side.
Fuck, we were hot. There were no lap dances tonight, since they were new members and they still had to be trained by Kace, but I knew our performance was going to grant some trips to the booths. We all looked too damn sexy for no one to have to take care of themselves.
“Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it,” ran through the air as Rhianna belted the last chorus of one of my now-favorite songs. Hell, I completely agreed with the musical goddess. Sex was in the air and I’d be damned if I didn’t love it.