Oh fuck.The photos we posted were not a soft launch at all. Iam inundated with texts from half the people Iknow.
Kel, my on-set makeup artist and Brit bestie, sends, ‘I have never been this jealous of you before, and I’ve been really fucking jealous, babe.’
Lola’s bestie, Nina: ‘I freakin’ knew it, gurllll! That chemistry is more than a fling, Iknew that when Isaw it!’
Gage: ‘Days ago you said you'd call and this is what Iget instead? Seriously?’
Ace: ‘You told People magazine Iwas a cheating fuckwit whenyouhad your fucking claws in Jett this whole time? Perhaps Ishould 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 heisa fuckwit, and if he calls People with that bullshit, Dad and Jett would have him taken care of in one to three businesshours.
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. Itwon’t be the first time she’s seen me naked in a low blood sugar shock, so Iaccept.
“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 Ido. “No way!”
“Like itjusthappened, and it … I-I passed out for a second, hence the towel.”
“Oh my God, sex with a rockstar isthat good?”
I nod so rapidly Iget woozy again. “Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.”
“Not. Jealous. At. All,” she lies and Isnort.
“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, Ineed 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 doesTheir Dark Desireshave to do with you and—OMG! No!” Her hands fly to her mouth and the phone falls on the bed so Istare at a generic, hotel room ceiling fan.
“No, what?” Ilaugh at her absurd reaction to all this, loving every second. Mickie has always been smarter than Iam. 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 actsoutof it!” Inod frantically. “He’s a dom?? Seriously??”
“He said he wanted to control everything down to how many orgasms Ihad! Ididn’t know fuck all, so Idid 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. Iput my tongue out just like she did in your story. Bless you, Mick. Itworked!”
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 Iwas 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.”
