Chapter 23 #3
Ace: ‘You told People magazine I was a cheating fuckwit when you had your fucking claws in Jett this whole time? Perhaps I should call and tell them you’re not as pure as you pretend. Were you shagging him behind my back when he was on holiday with us and your parents in Key Largo?’
That one really stings, at first, but he is a fuckwit, and if he calls People with that bullshit, Dad and Jett would have him taken care of in one to three business hours.
Mickie: ‘Eeeeeeeeeeek! Jett’s princess???’
Good thing she didn’t write more, wouldn’t have had time to read it because she’s attempting to FaceTime right now. It won’t be the first time she’s seen me naked in a low blood sugar shock, so I accept.
“Naked in—oh my God. Why do you have a towel on your head? Where are you?”
“Jett just fucked me in my Malibu Barbie bedroom!”
Honestly, Mickie looks readier to pass out than I do. “No way!”
“Like it just happened, and it … I-I passed out for a second, hence the towel.”
“Oh my God, sex with a rockstar is that good?”
I nod so rapidly I get woozy again. “Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.”
“Not. Jealous. At. All,” she lies and I snort.
“He promised Dad he wouldn’t fuck me on our first date so last night he gave me eight orgasms with his mouth and fingers instead!”
“Oh my god, I need to know EVERYTHING!”
“I’m the one who needs to know everything, Mick! The only reason Jett looks like the world’s most satisfied boy right now is because of you!”
She grips her forehead, her sign of a mild hangover. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Because of your sexy professor/student story!”
“I’m sorry, what does Their Dark Desires have to do with you and—OMG! No!” Her hands fly to her mouth and the phone falls on the bed so I stare at a generic, hotel room ceiling fan.
“No, what?” I laugh at her absurd reaction to all this, loving every second. Mickie has always been smarter than I am. She knew Jett was fire the night we met him, and she didn’t even know the half of it.
She picks up the phone. “I always thought maybe! With the way he’s always in control even when he acts out of it!” I nod frantically. “He’s a dom?? Seriously??”
“He said he wanted to control everything down to how many orgasms I had! I didn’t know fuck all, so I did what she did, in your book, to make the professor desire her, fall for her—”
“You did WHAT?!”
“I got on my knees and called him sir and Daddy and promised to serve him and please him with unlimited access. I put my tongue out just like she did in your story. Bless you, Mick. It worked!”
Mickie simultaneously looks at me like a goddess she should bow down and serve, and a lunatic she’s ready to have committed. “You, you got on your knees and—”
“He said his bones, blood, and DNA knew I was made to be his good girl! Apparently, he wants to get me pregnant in five years.”
“WHAT?!”
It’s just the most absurd time for Jett to appear in my doorway wearing my dad’s ‘King of Rock’ apron covered with lightning bolts and skull and crossbones. He looks pleased as punch with himself, bowl in hand. “Mr. Jett is here to care for all your blood sugar needs, darling.”
My heart melts at the sight. “You made me an acai bowl?”
He starts walking over to me with the cutest, stupidest grin on his face.
“It’s a protein I-don’t-think-my-mouth-can-say-that-word bowl.
At first, I was snarky like, ‘Mr. Jett can order takeaway,’ but Tasha said, ‘What if your Uber driver gets stuck in traffic and Baby passes out?’ And she was so right!
She showed me everything I need to have at my place to make this for you and—oh! Who do you have on the phone, Baby?”
I slide the towel off my forehead. “Jett, say good morning to Mickie!”
I trade the phone for the bowl, and he whispers, “Eat, I got this,” before turning to the screen. “Mickie Anders! Look at you, gorgeous! Where are you in the world?”
Mickie stares at him like she’s meeting an alien from another planet rather than someone she’s known for years.
“Hi Jett! I’m in Seattle, had a big book convention and signing yesterday. An entire downtown ballroom filled with people dancing around in gowns pretending to be my characters. It was pretty incredible and completely worth the hangover. Just about to head to the airport now to fly home.”
“You are absolutely incredible. I am and always have been in awe of you, Mick! I’m so glad you’re coming home. There’s this big party at Mum and Dad’s tonight, did Baby tell you? If you’re not too knackered, you should join us.”
“I think I have no choice but to join you, I have too many unanswered questions. What time?”
“Seven,” he says, turning the phone to me. “Do you think she looks different, Mick?”
“Actually, I do. What the hell did you do to her, Jett?”
“More like, what didn’t I do! We’ll tell you all the juicy details later. Excited to see you, love.”
“You too,” she smiles and shakes her head.
I blow her a kiss and we end the call. “How do I look different, Jett?”
He puts his phone in selfie mode so I can look at myself. There’s nothing different I can pinpoint, exactly, but they’re both clearly correct. I look at Jett, who’s still grinning like an idiot, and then back at myself, and it hits me. No one glows like that unless they’re falling in love.