‘Just a little,’ I reply, holding my thumb and forefinger up and squeezing them together.
‘What the fuck, Josh. You got her drunk,’ he calls out across the bar.
‘Hey. Don’t speak to him like that, he’s been teaching me how to make cocktails.’ I giggle when I say that word, playfully poking him in the chest. ‘Mmm … cocktails.’ I grab Brock by the crotch.
‘Jesus, Jade,’ he gasps, removing my hand.
‘You’re no fun,’ I say, pouting.
‘I’ll give you plenty of fun when we get home.’ His eyes slightly narrow when he speaks. He’s obviously not impressed that I’m kind of intoxicated. It wasn’t my intention, but some of the cocktails we made were so yummy, I had to drink them. ‘Bringing you here was a mistake,’ he says, shaking his head.
‘Bringing me here was a brilliant idea. Can I come back tomorrow? Pretty please?’ I fold my hands together as though praying. I see him fighting to suppress his smile as he looks down at my clutched hands before moving his gaze back to my face.
‘Maybe.’
‘Josh,’ I say, looking at him for backup.
When he comes out from behind the counter to stand beside me, he drapes his arm around my shoulder. ‘I’m not sure if I want to give her back,’ he says. ‘I think I wanna keep her.’ You can tell he’s trying to get his brother to bite.
‘What the fuck?’ Brock snaps, pulling me to him and placing me possessively by his side. ‘Like fuck you’re keeping her, she’s mine.’ Mission accomplished.
When he takes the bait, Joshua and I both burst out laughing. Brock growls when he realises what just happened.
‘Seriously, though,’ Joshua says when he finally stops laughing, ‘you’ve got a keeper there, bro. She cleaned my apartment and cooked for me.’
‘You put her to work?’ Brock frowns.
‘I offered. He tried to stop me,’ I say in Joshua’s defence, because he did. Unlike his brother, Joshua doesn’t have a maid to pick up after him. His apartment is quite spacious. It’s about the same size as mine. It only took me a few hours to get it spick and span. He’s very tidy, but the place was in need of a good vacuum and dusting. I’m not sure if that’s the mothering side of me coming out, or the fact that I was forced into cleaning at some of the foster homes I lived in, not to mention severely punished if it wasn’t done to their satisfaction. I’ve had a phobia about mess ever since.
‘I had a really nice time here today, Brock.’
‘I’m glad,’ he says, before wrapping me in his arms and kissing the top of my head. ‘You can come back here tomorrow,’ he whispers, so only I can hear.
My man is the best.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
BROCK
Jade and I fall into a comfortable routine. It’s ironic how normal it feels to have her in my life. During the days she’s with Josh at the club. They’ve become very close, which I love. They’re the two most important people in my life, so I need them to get along. It’s like we’ve been together for years, not a few weeks. She feels like a part of me now, in every sense of the word. Not having her around just wouldn’t feel right. I love going to bed with her every night and waking up with her every morning.
After collecting her on the way home on Friday, we head back to my place. I’ve been taking the Lamborghini to work since Jade has been spending the weekdays with my brother, it’s just easier. There’s still no word from M. You’d think the longer she stayed away, the more relaxed I’d feel. Sadly, that’s not the case. The silence only seems to put me more on edge with every passing day.
‘I’m looking forward to having you all to myself over the weekend,’ Jade says as we pull into the driveway.
‘Me too, sweetheart.’ I reach for her hand. I’ve been rushing through my work all week just to get home to her sooner.
The moment I press the button to open the automatic garage door, my phone rings. My mood sours when I see my father’s number on the screen. I still haven’t confronted him about paying for his whores with company funds. Or the fact that he’s been screwing around behind my mother’s back for the past eighteen years. I’ll pounce when the time’s right and he won’t know what hit him.
‘Father,’ I say with disdain in my voice.
‘Don’t use that tone with me, boy,’ he spits.
‘What do you want? I’m busy.’ I look over at Jade and smile. I need to get her in the house so I can bury myself in her heavenly pussy. Even though I had her before leaving this morning, she’s still been consuming my thoughts all day. She’s addictive.