One Last Time

Robin R. Randolph

Description

At age forty-nine, Jett is doing her best to keep the annoying Deke DeGeorge at bay while desperately fighting her feelings for Dru Simon. Why don’t men just listen to her, and let her love them on her own terms? But with Brodie’s passing, it appears Jett is up for grabs. The only thing is... who will latch onto her for the right reasons?

Sujets

• Romance contemporaine
• Fiction
• Romance
• Rock Stars

Informations

• Publié par: Outskirts Press
• Date de parution: 06 janvier 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781977260918
• Langue: English

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One Last Time JUST JETT Series Book VIII All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2023 Robin R. Randolph v4.0
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 1
Jett agreed to accept Deke DeGeorge’s proposal of marriage but talked him into waiting awhile before making it official by using the excuse that it was too soon after Brodie’s death for her to be sporting an engagement ring. And though Deke relentlessly hounded Jett to move in with him, she held her ground and declined.
Dru’s cast was off, he was breezing through physical therapy and well on his way to a full recovery. And though Jett wouldn’t admit it, having him as Vice President of Royal Records was the best thing that could’ve happened.
Upon winning numerous awards for her My Survival CD, Jett was quite shocked that it was still holding strong at the number one spot on the charts. The movie Deke starred in was doing well at the box office, and when he and Jett attended the premiere he relished being in the spotlight with her at his side.
Larry McClain was still in the picture as Jett saw him occasionally by accompanying him to certain political and social functions. Larry understood they would be forever friends and loved her dearly.
Tony and Alek proved staunch supporters of Dru and praised him to the heavens by telling Jett what a wonderful couple they’d make. They never mentioned that Karin told them her secret of how Jett felt she was a Serial Widow. And when she’d hear enough from the men, she merely tuned them out and begged them to leave what in her opinion was her ‘loveless life’ alone.
Brodie had been gone nine months to the day. As soon as Jett arrived at work she went straight to her office and plopped into her desk chair. She had no idea how she was going to make it through the day, let alone the rest of her life.
Heaving a huge sigh, her intercom buzzed. "Yes, Bonnie?"
"Mr. DeGeorge is on Line One and Mr. Betz is on Line Two, Jett."
"For crying out loud, tell DeGeorge to look at something shiny so he can see himself or that I’m in a meeting, but I’ll talk to Randy," Jett said, pushing Line Two. "Hey, cowboy, what’s up? And please, don’t say anything kinky," she joked.
"You’re no fun anymore, Little Bit. Heard you got yourself engaged to that actor fella DeGeorge."
"No. At least not officially, but he’s for really pushing hard."
"Darlin’, don’t go doin’ that. You know who you love, so marry the damn man and be done with it. Hell, if that’s not the answer then marry me."
"I couldn’t do that because I love you, Randy."
"Jett, it ain’t a crime to marry someone you love, and I certainly love you."
"It’s a crime for me, but thanks for asking. You should come back to the ranch so we can go riding."
"My kinda ridin’?" he asked, and Jett could picture his ornery face.
"No, not your kinda ridin’, you perverted cowpoke," she giggled.
"Only have a few days off from the tour or I’d be there with bells on. Maybe next time, sweetheart."
"I’ll look forward to it. Bye, Betz." And hanging up, she looked up to see Dru standing in the doorway. "What’s up, Simon?"
"Notice anything, darling?" he asked with outstretched arms.
"Your cane! You can walk without your cane! Baby, that’s wonderful!" she praised as he picked her up and whirled her around. Then she remembered herself, cleared her throat, and straightened out her dress. "I mean, that’s nice and I’m happy for you, Dru."
"Dammit Jett, talk to me! What the fuck is all this prim and proper shit with you?" he shouted as Alek and Tony snuck in and took a seat. "Oh, for… What the hell do you two want?"
"Hey, we just hate missin’ a show, man," Alek advised, leaning back.
"For godsake, go bloody solve something! Jett, talk to me!"
"I, uh, think I should tell you something and perhaps you should sit down," Jett advised.
Dru leaned his hips against her desk and Jett began to pace. "Well?" he impatiently asked.
"Don’t rush me! Now Dru, I don’t want to upset you or anything, but I… I think it’s time to get some direction in my life. Brodie’s been gone for nine months, you know."
"And?"
"And I think maybe, kinda, sorta that Deke wants me to get engaged," she quickly said then cringed, knowing full well he’d explode.
"Are you out of your fucking mind? How could you seriously even consider marrying that fake, lime-lighting, vain sonofabitch? That piece of shit can’t even walk by a mirror without looking at his reflection and getting a hard-on! What the bloody hell are you thinking, Jett? Where are your brains, and don’t you dare tell me they’re in the vault because I’m about to blow that bitch up with about six sticks of dynamite that I’ll personally shove up your tight ass or down your fucking throat!"
"Dru, I…" she started, but Deke walked in.
"Shortcake, what’s the problem?"
"Uh, nothing, Deke. I was, uh, just explaining to Dru that I… I mean, we…"
"Who the fuck do you think you are, DeGeorge?" Dru bellowed, bouncing the man off the wall.
"I happen to be the man who’s going to marry your boss!" was Deke’s comeback and squaring off with Dru.
"Over my dead body, you Oscar-sucking bastard!" Dru challenged, and Alek and Tony cringed as Karin ran in to see what was happening.
"This doesn’t concern you, Simon!" Deke advised.
"Stop it!" Jett screamed.
"Look Shortcake, we don’t have time for this and I’m tired of you putting me off! Now, I’m taking you shopping for…"
"You’re not taking the bitch shopping for anything, asshole! That’s my damn job!"
"Simon, why don’t you go play in traffic? Better yet, go wait on another bus to come your way, then jump in front of it!"
"Deke DeGeorge, how dare you say something so vicious? Take it back!" Jett snapped.
"Shut up, Jett! You and I are getting formally engaged today! My agent has the announcement ready to ship to the press, so get your Louis Vuitton purse and let’s go!"
"Christ, the fruit even knows what designer bag she’s carryin’," Alek softly chuckled to Tony.
"You can’t order me around, you, blatant, self-righteous, hair-smoothing, mirror-looking-inner, kucka-kissing, Hollywood buffoon! Just who in the hell do you think you are speaking to, schmuck?" Jett countered.
"Yeah, anyway!" Karin spouted.
"You shut the hell up and get your ass back to the secretarial pool where it belongs!" Deke ordered, and Jett’s entire body went rigid in emblazoned fury.
"Don’t you ever speak to her in that tone! Karin Savoy happens to be my Executive Assistant, best friend, and makes more goddamn money than you, dipsquat! Why, I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last goddamn man in the galaxy, DeGeorge! Hell, I woulda married Marxx a third freakin’ time before marrying the likes of you!" Jett belligerently claimed and everyone gasped. "You people best shut up and don’t even breathe!" she ordered then turned back to Deke. "And another thing! Praise be that I came to my senses because I would certainly hate like hell for my sonofabitching name to end up being Jett DeGeorge because it sucks humongous oranges!" Jett screamed with her fists tightly clenched and stomping her feet. "So, get out! Get out! GET OUT! "
"Fine! I’ll apologize to your little friend! But get your purse, Jett!" Deke yelled.
"No!"
"What part of the word no don’t you fucking understand, DeGeorge?" Dru barked.
"Go break a leg, limey," Deke scoffed.
Dru was ready to rip Deke’s head off, but Jett shoved him out of the way, stepped forward and blasted Deke with an uppercut to the face.
Alek and Tony howled, and Karin’s mouth dropped as she looked at the astonished Dru. "I said, don’t talk to him like that, dammit! Now, get the fuck out of my office and stay the hell away from me! Collingsworth!" Jett then bellowed at the top of her lungs as he ran into the office and evaluated the scenario.
"Jesus, Pumpkin, what have you done?" he moaned.
"I punched this phony’s freakin’ face and should have kicked his ass good and proper, too! Now, throw the bastard out of my building and don’t you dare give me any shit! Do you understand me?"
"Yes, ma’am! Mr. DeGeorge, come with me because you are permanently outta here!" Josiah beamed, escorting Deke out.
Jett shook her throbbing hand and Alek and Tony stood to applaud. "What a woman!" Alek laughed. "Full of hell’s fire and fury, and I’m damn proud of you, Baby!"
"What an asshole, Jett," Tony chuckled.
"Yeah well, this proves I don’t need anyone!" And when Dru touched her arm, she whirled around to face him. "Don’t touch me, dammit!"
"Don’t scream at me! I’m tired of taking your shit! You best start listening to me right here and now, or prepare to meet your maker, woman!"
"Don’t threaten me