His southern voice rumbled down to my very core, kicking up the heat level in my body. Yup, I was going to be a very good girl.
“Understood?” he asked, pulling lightly on my ear with his teeth.
“Fuck, yes,” I said breathlessly.
“Watch your mouth, Little One.”
“Yes…sir,” I smiled, making Jett roll his eyes and pull away.
“Now, show me your painting.”
When I got the call that my picture was picked for the showcase spotlight, I squealed and ran around Jett’s apartment naked, pushing lamps and pictures over just for the hell of it. I remember Jett standing in the middle of the room, mouth open, watching me pelvic thrust the air in joy. After I got off the phone, he spanked me on the ass for my behavior, and then fucked me up against the couch in celebration. Do we know how to celebrate, or what?
Since then, I’d kept my mouth shut about my painting so it would be a complete surprise to Jett. Thinking about my piece and what I did, I was nervous to show him. He was a possessive man; he was not going to like what he saw.
“Over here,” I guided him, as we pushed through the crowd to the back of the room, where my picture was hanging. A light shone over it, casting the perfect glow on my picture of Jett Girl tits in marked up purple, green, and gold hues. In the center of the canvas was a paper mâché cast of my own breasts, colored white, with one single Mardi Gras nipple tassel hanging off of a nipple. It was, by far, the most offensive piece of art ever made, but it was the definition of Mardi Gras. Just below the canvas was a plaque that held the name of my artwork.
Jett bent down to take a look at the title and then raised an eyebrow at me. “You named your artwork, ‘Where the Fuck is my Titty Tassel?’?”
Giggling to myself, I nodded and asked, “Isn’t it fitting?”
He shook his head and examined the canvas for a second before recognition washed over him. His brow creased and his jaw turned hard as he looked down at me.
“You are in so much fucking trouble, Little One.”
Gulping, I asked, “Whatever for?”
He pressed his lips to my ear and said, “You know damn well why.” His nose nuzzled the side of my face as he continued, “I will be buying this tonight; there is no way in hell anyone else will own a piece of you, even if it’s a pair of paper mâché breasts. You’re mine, Little One, you’re all fucking mine.
To think I thought I knew what happiness was. I was so fucking wrong, because right here, in this moment, resting in Jett’s arms, this is what happiness was. This is what it meant to be this overjoyed, this satisfied in life, to have the feeling of complete euphoria.
After everything I’ve been through, losing my parents, losing our business, losing my education, and selling my body just to make ends meet, I never in my wildest dreams thought a dark and mysterious stranger would stumble upon me and try to save my soul, but he did. Jett Colby saved me, and for that, I will be eternally grateful.
People of fortune see life through rose-colored glasses, but not me. I see through purple, green, and gold-colored glasses. I live life through three simple words: justice, faith, and power. Justice for those striving for second chances, faith in the people involved in my life, and the power of love. With those three words, those three meanings, I can finally sit back and live my life with the infamous Jett Colby by my side.
Epilogue
Kace
I could feel my jaw twitching as I watched Lyla walk across the room in a black strapless dress that hugged every fucking curve of her body. She was taunting me. I wasn’t a moron; I knew her game. She’d been taunting me since she left the club, since she told me without holding anything back that I wasn’t the man for her.
We were celebrating Goldie and the achievement of her first showing in a French Quarter art gallery, but all I could focus on was Lyla and every intentional movement she made. I watched as she flirted with every man in the gallery, touched their arms and laughed at their pathetic attempts at jokes. She was putting on a show, purposely making me jealous, and fuck if it wasn’t working.
I knew I wasn’t the man for her. I knew what she said was right, that I was an empty shell, that my soul was black and I had nothing but a warm body to offer her. I’ve known that since the moment my fist connected with Marshall Duncan’s head.
All it took was one wrong word, one wrong turn, and one wrong punch, and just like that, my life was over.
People like to celebrate the day they were born, the day they were married, the day they met the love of their life. Not me, I celebrate the day I let someone provoke me, the day I made the worst decision of my life, the day I took the life of another man…the day I fucking died.
BOURBON SERIES SPIN-OFFS TO COME
1. Kace—for all of you Kace fans, he will be getting his own story. Rest assured, I am not through with this brooding and damaged ex-boxer.
2. The Ringmaster—Cirque du Diable is Diego’s erotic club where he is the Ringmaster, controlling the circus surrounding him, but can he control the one woman who wants nothing to do with his lifestyle? I can’t wait to introduce you to Diego’s story…he’s so yummy!
3. The Black Top Racing Series—Zane Black, mogul and entrepreneur who owns an underground raceway in New York City’s abandoned subways will have his own series. Zane’s story is already in the works; I will keep you updated.
4. Life After (Being a Jett Girl)—This is a possibility for Francy, Tootse, Babs, and Pepper to tell their stories. We will see…
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Epilogue
Bourbon Series Spin-Offs