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I should look away.
I don’t.
Rather, I continue to stare and watch as he runs the washcloth along his perfectly toned body. I can see every defined muscle flexing as he moves. My lady bits are screaming for me to undress, join him, and beg him to impale me with his wonderfully perfect cock.I refuse to listen to that needy bitch.
“Okay, hot cock–FUCK! I mean, hotshot. Hotshot.”Brain, if you could work correctly right about now, that would be fucking wonderful.
Jett snorts and laughs hysterically, enjoying this way too much, which only pisses me off further.
“Okay, let’s try this... Asshole, why am I here? Why am I wearing your clothes? Why am I in your bed? Why are you sonaked?” My tone grows more irritated with each passing question.
He shuts the water off, grabs a towel, and steps out, coming face to face with me without giving me a single response. He doesn’t wrap the towel around himself. No. Instead, he steps toward me, forcing me backward until my back meets the wall.
Leaning to my ear, he whispers, “Don’t forget, Beauty, I like it when you’re fired up.” His tone is rough, and my core instantly clenches.
Sporting a devilish grin, he leans in further. Before my brain has the chance to stop me, I push onto my tiptoes, wrap my hand around his neck, and without a second thought, our mouths collide. But he doesn’t kiss me back; his mouth remains still against mine as he reaches next to me and opens the door.
“Get the hell out, Iz. As nice as it is having you watch me—and trust me, it’s hot—we need to talk after I get out.” I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he brings a hand to my chin, running his thumb over my lips. “Before you tell me to fuck off, just know you said a lot last night. You owe me an explanation, and I intend to get it.”
Next thing I know, he gently picks me up and places me on the other side of the door, audibly locking it behind him when it shuts in my face.
“What the fuck!?” is all I can think to shout. Huffing, I stomp over to the bed and plop down.
What the hell did I say to him?
Chapter sixty-one
Jett
November 2025
After closing the door on her and assuring it’s locked, I take a moment to gather my thoughts while dressing.
What the fuck was that?
Last night she dropped a bomb on me, and now she’s acting like a horny teenager that’s never seen my dick before. Chances are, with the amount of whiskey she drank, she doesn’t remember a word she said. Still, I don’t know whether to be irritated or amused by the whiplash.
A baby. We had a baby. A baby that I knewnothingabout.
The anger reignites in my veins like the fresh wound that it is. How could she keep this from me?Whydid she keep this from me? When?What the hell happened? So many painful questions are rampantly swarming through my mind.
Add it to the shit pile—the one that’s all falling to shit at once.
Cattle, dead. The barn, gone. Money, siphoned. Everything I’m working for is at risk, and these assholes have my balls in a vise.
It’s too much. And now this?
After pulling up my grey cotton sweatpants, I grab my phone. Going to the most recent text, I type out a reply while the anger is still fresh.
JETT
This shit ends. Now.
Before I can set my phone down, a message bounces back immediately.
UNKNOWN
Money.
