Me: I need you to track down Nikki.Rand: Got itMe: And Rand?Rand: Sir?Me: If she is upset, and no longer wishes to come back home.... I will understand.Rand: Yes Sir.Blowing out a necessary deep breath, I place my phone down and stare at the crackling of the fireplace. The orange and red flames carry over like waves through a surfer's board.I take another pull of my bourbon and rub my temples when the damning headache returns with a powerful thud. Sitting up to place my glass down on the small coffee table, I groan when I feel the pain of sitting in this chair for over three hours resonate through my back.It has been hours since Nikki has left, and Mr. Gilsh has made me aware. Hours of wondering if she has chosen to leave this place and go back to her original home with the criminals, she calls the Bandits. I haven't slept. I cannot, not when I know she isn't safe, safe here, in this building. Down the hall from me.A door closes from the front of the penthouse and I sit up, no
My eyes blink open from the harsh sun pouring through the window. I try rolling over, trying to allow sleep to cover my unconscious once more, only to blink a few times at the small folded card laying gently beside my bed on the nightstand.Sitting up, I look around my room then rub my eyes, grabbing the card before plopping back down on the bed. Opening the card, I reread the words over and over again, not allowing them to immediately sink in.-I'm sorry Nicole. You deserve better.Hating he tears that have already begun threatening to reappear form last night, I close the card and put in inside the small drawer of the nightstand attempting to keep it away from my lingering thoughts of all things Bronson.I didn't think I would be able to sleep last night, not after everything that happened the moment I left the park after Brody shut himself off from me.Images from last night come rushing through my head at an alarming rate. I had begun walking back home to the penthouse when a car p
Making my way down the stairs, I stop mid step when I notice Nadia, Bronson's chef, standing at the kitchen cooking something that smells like heaven. She's small, shorter than I am, and has a bob cut with highlights. She's wearing light makeup and is dressed in a cute white and black uniform. Both Bronson and Cassandra are nowhere to be seen and a relaxed breath fills me. The last thing I could have handled this morning was the man I was originally trying to set up and now trying to save, sitting with his fiancé on his lap feeding him grapes."Miss Myers. Good morning. I've made some breakfast, please help yourself." I nod my head at Nadia, pulling up the straps of my baby blue camisole that has seen better days. Taking a seat at the breakfast bar, I take in Bronson's kitchen, for once having a good look at it.The appliances seem to be brand new, the stainless-steel gleaming off each object. Marble countertops flow throughout the open space and the clear view cabinets compliment it
"Welcome back Mr. Fortworth." Jonathan states as I walk into his office. Although I have been gone for only a couple of weeks, it has felt like ages since I have been inside my building. I stopped by Jonathan's office before reaching my own to see how the merger is going that I left him in charge of."Thank you, Jonathan. Tell me, how are things going with the Blackwell Corporation deal? Have you spoken with Mr. Jorimo?""Yes sir. Everything is going according to plan. I actually have a meeting with Mr. Jorimo this afternoon to go over the final details of the merger."Good. You've done great work Jonathan." I turn to leave but stop when I notice his desk. He catches me studying the image of the framed photo and picks it and comes around his desk to show me."It's my son. He has Cerebral palsy." I look from the frame back over to him, watching as his eyes water. His son is young, couldn't be older than three, and a beautiful woman stands in the background smiling alongside him."And yo
The streets of New York are thriving as I bounce between one person after another. After Cassandra had gone upstairs to do whatever it is that she does, I finished my breakfast, ran up to my room to get dressed and ran out of the penthouse.I had to escape being in the same house as her. I wasn't going to allow her to see what her cruel words had done to me.After walking over thirty minutes, I stop when I spot an old run-down library and peer inside through the windows. I adore books, always have, but after joining with the Bandits, I had to limit myself on going any place unnecessary. It was bad enough authorities were now starting to recognize us, I didn't want them trailing where I normally go.So, books became afterthoughts for me, and I simply reread the ones I already had. Romance has always been the genre of choice and when I note that they have an enormous collection of the gritty, dirty, cheesy books, I head inside and take a look.It's busy inside, mostly children and their
We talk for minutes more, only stopping when more and more people come into the isle. Eventually our conversation leads us to the line, where we check out our books giggling when the woman behind the counter winks at our choices. Afterwards, we head to the local café, not a block away from the library, and grab a seat with a coffee in one hand and our newest books in the other."So, where did you grow up?" Clara asks while she takes a sip from her mug. The coffee shop is one that is meant to have a cheesy theme. This one's theme is futuristic and so far, they have missed the marker tremendously. Clara is currently sipping form a mug that has a Star Wars logo on it."Kind of everywhere. I moved around a lot as a kid, but my brother and I settled here in New York a little over a year ago." It's not exactly a lie, but the last thing I want to do is scare Clara away by proving just how messed up my past and present are. "What about you?""Right here. I grew up in New York but always loved
My brain is a pile of jumbled mess. A groan leaves my mouth when I receive the text message from Landen telling me that he is on his way and that he has Nikki.My feet march me towards the kitchen, where I take out the bottle of bourbon, forgoing the tumbler and take a drag. My eyes catch the items displayed all over my bar, and I force myself to turn around, facing the empty wall instead of looking deep into my past.Why would she send me those items?What the hell was she trying to prove?The door opens and I breath out a breath of relief when Nikki rounds the corner looking like a tiger fresh out of its cage. When I got home and saw that not only was Cassandra gone, but as was Nikki, I immediately went and spoke with Nadia. She had informed that Cassandra said awful things to Nikki and Nikki left shortly afterwards.I panicked. I went back and forth in my mind, wondering if I should just leave her alone, something I told myself I would do, or chase after her. But after the day I hav
The kiss is everything I've wanted, everything I have desire, and everything that is absolutely wrong. And when the kiss ends, and Bronson proclaims his undeniable love for me, I freeze."I made a mistake Nikki. It's you I love, you're the one I want to be with. I made a mistake with Cassandra. I'm in love with you."Cassandra. his fiancé. The woman he one day plans to marry.What the hell are we doing? Stepping back, I stare into Bronson's eyes, watching as his face forms from lust and care, to confusion and dejection."Bronson, this isn't right. You're getting married. You can't say that you've made a mistake.""I don't love her Nikki." He states bringing my hands back towards him. "And she doesn't love me. We have an agreement. Our marriage is for our image. She's always cheated on me; it's never bothered me because I know where we stand.""But you were against us before. What changed?""I never wanted to not be honest with you. I was going to tell you about Cassandra but the deepe