When I came to check on her, I wasn’t expecting to find her like this. Tears. I hate them and I love them. I know she has to be sore. I wasn’t nice last night. I planned to fuck her for hours, but our little interruption sent me over the edge, and I ended up taking my frustrations out on her. It wasn’t fair, I know that. But on some sick, sadistic level—it was the best sex of my life. If I’m honest, every time with Ellie is the best sex of my life.
Javier, that walking piece of shit, treating Spice like one of his fucking slaves. I have news for him.No bueno.His arrogance is festering under my skin. And someday soon I’m going to return all his little favors.
I lean on the wall outside Ellie’s room and wait impatiently while Jett tends to her.
“She’s upset,” I say, startling him once he finally he exits.
“For fuck’s sake, Kayne,” he snaps. “Yes, she is. Why are you?”
“I don’t like it when she’s upset. I like it even less that she confides in you.”
“Why do you have a problem with her confiding in me? She needs someone to talk to,” he argues.
“She has me.Iown her.”
“How is she supposed to confide in someone who treats her like a whore on a leash?”
I growl. “You know that’s not how I see her.” Even though I love her on that leash.
“Shedoesn’t know that. Treat her like the tin man and you get a steel heart.”
“What the fuck does that mean, Riddler?”
Jett bristles. “You know, for a smart guy, you’re a dumb dumb sometimes. You want her to confide in you, you want her to trust you. You want her to love you, then show her how you feel. Don’t just stick your dick in her and walk out of the room.”
I inwardly groan. “You know that’s dangerous given the circumstances.”
“Well, it’s a choice you have to make. She’s either your whore or your lover. She can’t be both.”
Why not?
I pinch the bridge of my nose. This is a sticky situation all the way around. I can’t let anyone, even Ellie, know how deep my feelings go. But I don’t want her to feel unloved. Or like she’s slipping away. Especially from me.
“How should I handle this?” I exhale, banging the back of my head against the wall.
Jett smiles deviously, his aqua eyes gleaming.
“Give me two hours. You and Ellie are going on your first date.”
JETT REENTERS TO MY ROOMin a rush.
I watch confused as he unlocks my collar and ushers me off the bed. “What’s going on?”
“You need to take a shower and get dressed,” he says in a hurry, pushing me toward the bathroom.
“But I just spent all day in the tub.” Or at least what was left of the day.
“I know.” Jett flicks on the water then opens the linen closet and pulls out a bottle. “In you go.” He hands me some new soap. “Wash quickly. Hair and everything. I’ll be right back.”
I do as I’m told. Enjoying the new scent of lemongrass filling the stall. By the time I’m done with the shower, Jett has the folding table opened up and an array of makeup spread out by the sink.
“What’s going on?” I ask as he sits me down. I wince. I’m still so sore.
“I’m getting you ready.”
“For what?”
“A date.” He picks up the comb and a pair of scissors sitting next to me on the table.
