The ice in my tumbler rattles as the takeoff begins. I catch a glance at Nicole who has the same fearful face as before when we first arrived in San Francisco."Are you sure you're going to be alright?" I ask placing the glass down on the small round table beside the chairs. Nicole has told not only me but Rand, Landen and Jim, who have also voiced their concerns with her this morning. We all told her our opinion; Landen even had the idea of giving her Dramamine. But like I knew she would, Nicole shut us all down with a single narrowed gaze."I'm fine. Now that I know what it feels like, I'm not as afraid." The plane jets around as we rise through the air and I look back over to see Nicole already squirming. Her eyes are shut and her breathing heavily. I unbuckle and make my way over to her chair, kneeling beside her and taking her body, pulling it into mine as far as her seatbelt will allow. "So stubborn." I mumble and it clears the air enough for her to giggle."Pot, meet kettle."
My foot sways back and forth, anger and frustration apparent on my face, but I continue to try and push those feelings down. "So, you expect me to believe that succumbing to your company, leaves my employees covered?" Mr. Blodgehorn laughs, his assistant quiet as she continues starring into her laptop screen."Your employees will be covered Mr. Blodgehorn, it's no mockery. I'm simply trying to become more successful, and with a company such as yours, I know we can help each other out." Bronson's broad shoulders remain straight as he speaks to Mr. Blodgehorn with respect and resilience.The moment Bronson and I stepped off the plane in Seattle Washington, everything around us had changed. I would say it was due to the fact that we were going straight to the meeting he had scheduled and that means we needed to try and get as much work done as possible in the car, but I knew the truth.I was angry with his assumptions, and his pride forbid him from doing the one thing he was required
Everyone turns to me as I stand there anxiously, watching as they look at me with concerning eyes."Nicole…" I look over from Bronson, giving him a simple nod as he narrows his eyes at me. I don't know what I'm doing, I'm thinking on my feet about things I know nothing about, but I need to do this, I need to show Bronson that I am worth him giving me this possibility.Even if it's all just a rouse."The Statue of George Washington is the first thing I noticed when coming to your office today sir. If I may, I wanted to ask you why you chose to set up your company in the middle of the University District, as opposed to the Financial District?"I'm waiting on Mr. Blodgehorn to scoff at my questions and continue to throw us out, to flat out ignore my interference and speak silently with his assistant. Instead, I'm surprised when he blows out a breath, sits and speaks."My son." He begins, clearing his throat. "My son passed away two years ago. He was a student at the local University.
I'm hard.So hard it hurts.Never have I allowed someone else to get in front of my deal and take over, but when Nkki jumped up, shouting something arbitrary about some statue we happen to pass as we arrived here in Seattle, I knew she was up to something.Genius. The woman was a genius. His heart strings were pulled towards her as she spoke about his late son, and as much as I am a hard ass by nature, I would never think of going after them in that way. I wasn't exactly happy with the percentage of the first year, I would need to figure out how to keep this company alive, but every year after that? Yes, that was going to not only make me more successful, the company here would remain and so would the charity attached to it.Something I could respect."Thank you, Miss Myers." Roger boasts as he and his assistant whose name I have already forgotten, walk out the room.Nikki turns to me the moment the door closes and gives me a skeptical look. She's worried I'm upset, but I feel nothing
A chuckle leaves me body and instead of speaking, I walk right out of the elevator behind her listening as she rambles on and on about getting the deal of a lifetime and how amazing she is without me. How I should bring her along to every one of my meetings. By the time we make it to the car, she's still speaking, only now it's to Rand and Landen as they drive us towards the diner reservations I had them make once the deal was set."So, I guess you should be giving me some kind of commission check then?" I turn towards her, enamored with her upbeat personality. I don't know much about Nikki's past, but her sarcastic spirit, her fun personality, drive her to be optimistic. Something others in her shoes, certainty wouldn't be."Well, I suppose the dinner I'm taking you to at Dior isn't much of a commission?""Dior?""It's an elite restaurant, only open two days a week for a few hours. People pay top dollar to simply get in. Although the waiting list is over a year long, I was able to get
Why the hell am I so angry?My arms cross at my chest and I use the excuse of being cold, but I am anything but. Who the hell is Cassandra? And why is there a picture of her on his phone as a background? What is she ten?Green is clearly not my color."Nikki?" I turn and look over at Landen, who is staring over at me and lifting his chin up. Landen is the youngest of the men paid to watch over both Bronson and me. Where Rand and Jim are clearly somewhere in their late forties, Landen must be somewhere closer to my age. "Are you getting out of the car?"I turn and notice Bronson is not only no longer in his seat, but his massive frame is taking up my side of the car, holding the door open for me while other's honk out their aggression at us pulling over on the side of the road.Dinner. Right.I step out, flipping off the few people that have chose to voice their opinions and shut the door with a slam. Rand gives us one last pleading look, something that instantly vanishes when Bronson n
"So, let me get this straight. You've never had ice cream?" Nikki shouts causing me to chuckle. She's got a nice warm smile and her cheeks are flushed. If I've learned anything from tonight, it's that Nicole drinking, is something to see."I've had ice cream.""Really? How often do you indulge in sugary substances?""It's not often." I shrug and laugh when I see her throwing her head back cackling at my statement.We've been here at the restaurant for hours. I've answered call after call from Rand and Jim, telling them that we are done and that we will be home soon, only each time it's time to leave, Nikki starts a new conversation causing us to stay out longer. It's nearing eleven o'clock and the manager of the restaurant has yet to come and kick us out.The diner was fantastic, some of the best I've ever had and when I devoured my plate, I looked up to see Nikki looking at me with a smug look. I had to give her credit, this place was not only amazing, I found an amazing opportunity i
I glare at Landen as he chuckles but does as Bronson requested and places two small pain killers into the palm of my hand.Wine.Who the hell invited wine anyway?"I hoped you've learned your lesson Miss Myers, drinking needs to be within a controlled environment." Bronson smirks. He's been that way all morning and now that we are on the plane, his jokes and sense of humor have made an unfamiliar appearance.What the hell did I say to the man last night? And why is he acting so nice to me?"Humor doesn't suit you when I'm suffering through a hangover." I mutter, then take my pills, downing them with a gallon of water. This morning I was woken up by a very chirpy Bronson. he came into my room, pulling back the deep marron curtains, revealing the harshest sun I have ever seen. I tried throwing my pillow at him, but he only chuckled and shook his head, left, then came back into the room with breakfast. I don't know what was said last night, being drunk can have that affect, but I hope I d
My feet pound the pavement as I look back and notice him catching up to me. A small giggle leaves my breath as I force through my weariness and begin to run faster."Damn it Nicole." He shouts but I cough out a laugh and continue running.After another ten minutes of running, my feet finally give my legs the message and I'm forced to pull off to the side and lay onto the grass, begging for breath as I shield my eyes from the golden sun.Eight months.It's been eight months since everything went down in Bronson's office, and when I look back, it feels like a different life altogether. Bronson and I have been going strong. There are times we have moments of relapse, mainly me when I assume he doesn't trust me, but he assures me, that after I practically threw myself into his penthouse knowing there was danger, there is no mistrust in our relationship."Did you really think you could outrun me?" I look up and smile when I see the glorious face of Bronson Fortworth. He's just as hands
I feel heavy, my eyes lids try and open but it's no use. I can hear someone beside me, shifting uncontrollably in their seat, only to curse when something drops on the ground beside them. I moan, trying like hell to get rid of my unconscious stupor, only to stop when I feel her come closer, whispering things in my ear to calm me."I'm here Bronson. I'm safe." My body softens, hearing the horrors my mind has been churning around as unanswered questions was killing me. I needed her safe, I needed to know she was okay. I fall asleep, relishing in the fact that she is beside me.The next time my brain connects the dots of conscious living, my eyes finally get the memo and blink open a few times. I'm in pain, a good amount, but I force myself to look around the room and watch as Nikki's body, thrown haphazardly over a couple of chairs thrown together to make a bed, rises up and lower back down. I watcher breath for what feels like hours, then finally shift enough to make a groan erupt fro
Everything happens quickly, too quickly for me to connect each fragmented dot. A large body lands atop of mine, making the both of us grunt out in pain. I look up and hear another gun go off, this one much closer than the last and my eyes widen when I realize not only is Bronson on top of me, but he's been shot."Bronson!" I panic, pushing him off me, and placing him onto the ground. Rand runs over as well as I check over Bronson's body, trying to figure out where the pool of blood under us is coming from."Nikki." He grunts out, but I place my fingers down on his lips, stopping him from whatever pathetic last-minute speech he wants to give me. I will not let him die. I can't lose anyone else."Stop, just save it, you're getting out of here, do you hear me? Rand I are going to take you to a hospital and get you help." Bronson's hand reaches out and gently rests on my cheek. A single tear falls from my eye, something I don't even realize as time stands still.We're given our own mom
Brody goes down, and I barely hear anything outside the scream Nikki unleashes. My head swivels over to Mick whose face is sporting a bored expression.Sick bastard. I may not have liked the asshole that had no problem watching his sister get pummeled, but to kill him so easily?"Brody! No." Nikki's tears flow as she stares at the vacant spot beside me that makes up where her brother once was. Her struggle becomes a problem when she attempts to get out of Mick's hold, calling him every name in the book. "You son of a b*tch. I'm going to make sure you suffer for that.""Stupid girl. It's your fault he's in this situation to begin with." Mick angrily shouts. I look over from them back to Charles, who is starring at them with shock. Brody was expendable and I think he is beginning to realize that he is as well."Do you see it now Charles? He has no plans of continuing on with you. He's already gotten rid of one expendable person, who do you think is next?" Rand speaks up once again, h
How do I get myself into these situations. Granted, I should have known better than barging in here when Mick practically left Alfonso on the ground of the Serendin as a dare to me, but my heart strings were completely pulled for Bronson. I frankly, blame the love-stricken tool I've come to be, but this? This situation is just plain comical.Mick's arms tighten around my chest and neck as he halls me up and cuts the ties off my waist and arms. I'm no longer in the chair but with the large knife in his right hand and a gun in his left, I'm still very much at his mercy.The moment we heard Rand coming inside the penthouse, seconds before the yelling began, we knew the tables had turned. I just never thought it would end in a shootout."Think about this Mr. Reynolds. This will not end the way you expect it to." Rand states as he enters even further into the room. He came inside, Brody tugged discretely in front of him as if using him as a human shield. I wanted to scream at him, but he
I can't watch this. My body is rigid as I hear the noises of Charles's grunts. It's lasted for what feels like hours, but I know it's only begun because Nikki can still keep in the yelps and screams, I know she wants to unleash.I was a fool. A pathetic fool to think Nikki wouldn't bother showing up. When Charles and Mick, along with her deplorable brother ambushed me, attempting to get me hand over all of my money from the new companies I had acquired, I had an ace up my sleeve. I wasn't going to give them anything, they would have to kill me first, something they wouldn't do if they wanted to get paid.But then Mick had a plan. Get Nikki here. He knew, deep down he knew I would have fought him tooth and nail, which is why when they told me about leaving their informant Alfonso down at the Serendin for all to see, I hoped Nikki was still angry enough with me that she wouldn't bother showing.I was a fool.I cringe when I finally hear her weakened murmur, the humming vibration each
Fuzzy. Everything is fuzzy, clearing only when I give a few dry blinks. The first thing that comes into my vision is Bronson. Relief flows through me as I see him staring blankly at me. His head is titled, as If tired from holding it up at an awkward angle and the blood that was coming from his face has now dried all over his shirt. His eyes glance me over, and once he sees that I am awake, he sits up startled and looks around the room, then back to me."Nikki?"I nod my head, not knowing what else to do, and that's when all the blanks fill in. I'm sitting in a chair, same as Bronson. My hands are tied to the arms of the chair with zip ties and around my waist and legs are a tight rope cutting into the skin. I shake my head and close my eyes, making a mental note of how I feel.My head is hurting, but not a skull splitting kind of pain. My hands and legs hurt, most likely from how tight my ties are, and my lips feel swollen, in desperate need of water."Bronson?" I answer his worri
After what feels like years later, I finally arrive at Bronson's penthouse. I throw some loose bills that were waddled up in my bra at the cab driver, not entirely sure it's even enough, and run up the few steps and inside the building. I notice the doorman looking at me strangely, but I'm thankful when he doesn't stop me. He must have seen me enter enough times with Bronson to recognize me.By the time the elevator dings and my sore muscles enter the penthouse, I'm shocked by what I see. It's quiet, eerily so, and as I look around, I don't see anything out of place, aside from the way it looked yesterday after Bronson destroyed it. Rand told me that Bronson hung up quickly, and that he thought he heard some kind of scuffle, but I'm not sure if Rand is here. I don't call out either of their names, just in case I'm not the only one here, instead, I move into the living area, making my way closer and closer towards the study area.Entering the kitchen, I look around more, noting the em
The cab driver was humming a familiar song as I hopped in and gave him the address. I knew I couldn't run all the way back to the penthouse and with Brody, Mick and Charles already ahead of me, I knew I needed a quick ride there."So, you new to New York?" He asks and I fight the urge to tell him off and roll my eyes."No, I live here. Now please, step on it, it's an emergency." I state then sit back and pull my phone from my back pocket. I need to call Rand and tell him what I know. He answers immediately, sounding out of breath and worry struck me hard. "Rand?""It's Bronson, I was on the phone with him and then suddenly it turned off. I heard what sounded like a scuffle, I'm on my way to him now but I'm in traffic, where are you?"I couldn't answer him fast enough, my mind was reeling on all the information he just threw at me. Bronson was hurt. Does he know that for sure? Was he watching the footage? I shook my head and tried to keep my thoughts about me. I couldn't jeopardize