The rest of the night was kind of a blur. Jacoby was a gentleman. I wasn’t used to that. I was used to men who’d jump me right on the dance floor, not just dirty dance and flirt with me. I spent the rest of the night either dancing in front of the guys’ protective yet horny gazes, or squeezed into the booth between Jacoby and Jerry.
Finally, at two o’ clock in the morning, the last call was called. The guys all stood up, and I walked them to the front door. Everyone got a hug, and Jacoby hung back. Turning to me, he held out a small business-type card. I took it and looked up at him. Shrugging and rubbing the back of his neck, he said, “I had fun tonight. Give me a call if you ever need anything, especially if that asshole gives you more trouble. See you around, Venice.” He leaned in and gave me one of the sweetest, longest kisses of my life. With one last smile, he walked out of the club and into the night.
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Lifeline (Jacoby Shaddix Short Story)
Novela JuvenilVenice Thomas, aka Chastity Passion, is a dancer at a club. When her abusive ex fiancee comes calling, Venice finds an unlikely savior in gorgeous Papa Roach frontman Jacoby Shaddix. Will he be her Lifeline?
