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
She looks different, different than before. Her eyes are still the same blue as mine, as mom's. Her hair is longer and a shade brighter than the last time I had seen it.Clara walks in closer, placing her bag down on the entry table located beside the door. Rand nods his head at me from behind her, and when I give him the same gesture back, he leaves.This isn't exactly what I thought would happen from the mysterious box I opened not a few hours ago. When I saw all my old items form my childhood, a childhood I thought I burned away, it took me by surprise. I left all of my things with Clara, the one person I thought could never be angry with my decision to take over for my grandfather.Instead, she was angry, and to top everything off, she sided with my family to disown me.I had no one, I was truly alone, and she didn't care."You look different." She states."I could say the same about you." I look over at the bar, watching as the items mock me with their stillness. "Why did you send
"I did nothing of the sort." I point my finger out at her as the other hand slams down the bottle of bourbon. Clara has now come around towards the kitchen and stands directly in front of the bar where all of my past haunts me. It's ironic really, watching as her anger courses through her as she stands in front of the items, she has sent to torture me."You did Bronson. You know your choices cost father and mother everything they were working hard for. Raul called and you came running to him. We warned you, everyone warned you that he only wished for someone to carry on his legacy, but you didn't listen, and now look. Look at what you have to offer. Your soul is gone, even I can see that.""Enough." I shout. I am done with this conversation. Done with my sister accusing me of things that are simply untrue. She says she came here to speak with me, to explain why my family no longer hates me, hates who I've become, she's doing a terrible job of it. "I need you to leave.""Is that what yo
I can still remember the first day I ever met my grandfather. I had graduated college and had come home to my family home, to find my father and he in a heated discussion.My father was a lot like me, never one to share his past, to share his secrets. He kept that side of his life hidden from his wife and three children. To anyone looking in, my family had it all, wealth, success, and fame. My father was the top lawyer in his firm that he helped build from the ground up and my mother was by his side all our lives."What's going on?" I ask as I enter the home of my parents. I may have never met the man, but I had seen pictures. He was the man we didn't speak of. The man that boycotted my parents wedding because my mother didn't come from money. The man that never wanted to witness the birth of his grandchildren, because they could never live up to the expectations he had installed in my father. The man my father, never spoke of."Ah, you must be Bronson." My grandfather greeted me, a
To say my father was disappointed would be an understatement.My older brother and sister, Anderson and Clara, had found their passion. Neither was what my father wanted, but in his mind, neither had stabbed him in the back either. Anderson was a police officer, and Clara was doing well as an artist. My father hated that they didn't follow in his footsteps, but he still had one more child, one more person to get his claws into and to bring him aboard.He still had me."So, when I broke his heart and told him I wanted to not only get to know my grandfather, but to one day take over his business, he refused to speak to me. That was over four years ago."Nikki's eyes water as I finish my story. The bottle of bourbon half empty in front of the two of us on the coffee table. I had never told anyone my story before, and when my grandfather retired a few years ago, passing the torch down to me, I was well and truly alone."And none of your family has spoken to you either?""Not exactly.
Well sh*t.Listening as Bronson speaks of his past is daunting. His past is haunted, the ghosts are present, and he has no idea what to do with himself."I'm surprised you're still here." He states as I stare blankly into the fireplace. Bronson brought me in here to speak about his past and knowing that it is my favorite room in the house, besides the pool, I wonder if his goal was to make me not flinch at his story. It didn't work, I flinched, but it wasn't because of him. It was because of mine.We are a lot alike, in more ways than he knows."Where else would I be."He shrugs, then walks over and sits beside me. The kiss form earlier comes to the forefront of my mind, and I wonder as I watch him lick his own and stare into my eyes, if he is thinking the same thing as I am. "I told you how terrible I was in my past, how I had no problem destroying people's lives so that I could get ahead.""Bronson, you may have been a jerk, but I have no room to judge. I'm a criminal, and there is n
It's been a few days since the Clara surprise. Bronson has been working nonstop, leaving us no time to speak about how things stand between us. It's been a strained presence here in the penthouse, and to make matters worse, Bronson is still sleeping each night, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth, with his fiancé.I know we didn't end things well between us that day Clara stopped by, but to announce his feelings, only to have him recede them, is exactly why I couldn't give myself to him. But that doesn't exactly stop me from thinking about that kiss, about the way he spoke to me, about his feelings for me.To top things off even further, Mick has been trying to get a hold of me, making me feel nauseous each time I ignore his calls. I finally gave in last night and messaged him, telling him I've been attempting to get closer to Bronson, which is why I haven't been answering his calls.Rand has been all but obsolete here. Each time I see him, I give him a pleading look, but he merely nods his