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Jett nods. “Yeah, you’re right. You should go.”
Van doesn’t wait around and a moment later he’s gone, and I’m left with Jett staring at me. He’s still angry but there’s a calmness to it now. “You’re married to Lennon?” He’s incredulous and I don’t blame him. I haven’t mentioned my marriage at all.
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“We split up six months ago, and I’m done with him. I’m just waiting for the year to be up so I can file for divorce. I don’t consider myself married anymore.”
His chest heaves and he seems relieved with that answer. “Thank fuck.”
I move to where he is and lay a hand on his chest. “I promise there’s nothing left there,” I say softly.
He grabs my waist and pulls me into his space. “I believe you, sweetheart. I’m more surprised by the fact I’ve known Lennon for years but I’ve not once met you. I knew he was married but never knew who to. How the fuck did you guys work it that way? If you were my wife, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”
“He didn’t want me on tour with him and because I was busy with my work, he had no trouble selling that to me. It hurt, though.” My voice cracks on my last few words, and Jett wraps me in his arms.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “He’s an asshole, baby. You’re better off without him.”
“I know,” I mumble into his body. “But he’s told me he’ll do anything to get me back, and when Lennon wants something, he’ll do anything to get it.”
Jett lets me go enough to look down into my eyes. There’s a fierce determination in his. “So will I, Presley, and I want you. If Lennon thinks he can come back and pick up where he left off, he can fucking think again. You’re mine now, not his.”
I suck in a breath.
This could get messy.
Really fucking messy.
9
Presley
“Good God, you’re a lucky bitch.”
I whack my hand over my best friend’s mouth before she can blurt out anything else. “Shh,” I caution her while she wrestles with me to remove my hand from her mouth.
“Don’t tell me to shh,” she mutters as she wins our wrestling match. “Don’t you think women everywhere need to know there are men on this planet who are well hung and know how to use it?” She grins at me once she has the words out and I can’t help but laugh with her.
“You’re right; it’s a rare gift,” I concede and raise my glass at her. “Cheers to men with huge cocks and the talent to use them well,” I say before throwing back the rest of my drink.
The bartender shakes his head at us but there’s a smirk on his face. Leaning across the bar, he looks at Erin and says, “If I knew all you were after was a guy with a big dick, I would have let you know weeks ago that you’ve found one.”
We’ve been coming to this club for a couple of months now an
d these two have been flirting ever since. He’s hot, but I’m fairly certain Erin is after a guy in a suit, not a dude pulling beers.
She leans closer to him and says, “I’m after more than a guy with a big dick, Romeo. If he can’t use that thing well, I’d rather fill my vibrator with batteries and sort myself out.”
He leans away from her and reaches for our empty glasses. “No need for vibrators, babe, my dick is extremely talented. All you gotta do is say the word.”
Erin waves him away. “Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say.”
Mr. Bartender shrugs. “Your loss. Now, do you girls want more drinks?”
I nod and he gets to work on our cocktails. We’re each about five drinks in and I’m feeling the buzz, which is exactly what I needed after dealing with Lennon yesterday and last night.
“So tell me, how did Jett handle learning about Lennon?” Erin asks, looking at me expectantly.
