by Abby Green
Zac had gone before Rose had been able to get over the shock of his pronouncement, and his helicopter had been taking off from the villa before she’d been able to find him again.
To say what? she mocked herself now. To say everything she should have had the guts to say before, she realised now. Far too late.
She’d been wrong about him. He was as ruthless as his grandmother, yes, but he was the one with valid reasons. What they had done to him and his parents had been unthinkably cruel.
They hadn’t actually killed his parents, but as good as. And they’d deprived Zac of the opportunity of knowing the two people who’d loved him most. All because of their snobbishness and their zeal for continuing the precious family line. And protecting their vast wealth.
Rose could understand now why it was so important to him to be a part of his child’s life. He wouldn’t do anything to harm this child. He would love it. Nurture it. Even if he would always hate her for betraying him.
Rose knew what she had to do now. She knew it wouldn’t change anything between her and Zac, but it would give him back his power and it would ensure that their child was brought up honouring his or her grandparents. Their true grandparents.
* * *
Reaction prickled across Zac’s skin as soon as he walked into his apartment almost a week later. He stopped just inside the door. She was here. She hadn’t left as he’d told her to. Her scent was still in the air.
He felt that betraying little hum of electricity in his blood that had been missing since she’d left Italy.
He didn’t want to see her.
He knew it was irrational, but the memory of her kneeling on the bed with the sheet clutched to her breasts that morning as she’d entreated him had pushed him right over the edge.
He’d still been raw after the previous night. And so he’d told her that she had to move out before he’d even been aware of the impulse. Something had knotted tight in his gut—an intense rejection of her attempt to try and take advantage of the intimacy that shouldn’t have happened.
He should never have given in to his base desires in Italy. It was as if she was some kind of a witch...stealing slice after slice of his soul until soon there’d be nothing left but a husk of a man. A shell.
Damn her. And damn himself for not being strong enough to resist her. He’d known she was treacherous—he’d known it. But he’d had to have her. An unquenchable fire had taken hold that he’d had to douse or die. But sleeping with her had only escalated the hunger inside him.
He’d had disturbing dreams since she’d left: Rose in a hospital bed, her golden hair flowing around her shoulders. Face pink from labour. A huge smile curving that lush mouth. Eyes wide with wonder as she looked down at a downy dark head nestled at her bare breast. Then she looked up at Zac, and a feeling of such wonder, yearning and awe filled him that he couldn’t move.
Rose had frowned slightly in the dream, and put out a hand as if to beckon him, but Zac’s feet had started moving backwards against his will. He’d wanted to reach out, he’d wanted to go to them...but they’d been fading...and then Rose had dropped her hand and just shrugged slightly, as if she wasn’t that bothered, devoting her attention back to the baby.
Zac rubbed his chest absently, unaware that he was trying to assuage a heavy, tight feeling. And then he dropped his hand. Enough. This was where it ended and he began to get back some control of his life.
He moved forward through the door to the apartment and stepped inside. Rose was sitting on the couch, and when she saw him she stood up. She looked pale, determined. And even though he’d known she was there, reaction still slammed into his body like a wrecking ball.
‘I thought I told you to move out by the time I got back?’
He walked straight over to the living room bar and helped himself to a measure of whisky.
‘I have.’ Her voice came from behind him. Quiet.
He turned around. ‘So? To what do I owe the honour?’
He saw how some colour came into her cheeks at his tone, and then she said, ‘I need to speak to you for a few minutes.’
Zac looked at his watch. ‘I’ve got a charity function to attend—can’t it wait?’
Rose stepped forward, hands clasped in front of her. ‘It won’t take long. I need to explain something to you... Well, everything, actually.’
Something inside Zac went very still at the intensity of her gaze. As much as he was itching to get out of her far too disturbing orbit, he was also intrigued.
‘My car is picking me up in half an hour. You’ve got fifteen minutes.’
* * *
Rose cursed her jumping nerves, self-conscious in her jeans and plain shirt. Zac clearly didn’t welcome seeing her here, and that had hurt more than she’d thought it would. But she knew that if she didn’t do this now she’d lose her nerve. And she wanted to tell him before his grandmother had a chance to get to him. She’d taken a huge gamble earlier today and she had to pray she’d done the right thing, putting her trust in Zac. Her father’s life depended on it.
‘Well?’
He’d put down his glass and was standing with his hands in his suit pockets, legs spread. Intimidating. Powerful. It galvanised her to put some distance between them and she went and stood close to the windows.
She faced him again from across the safer distance, took a breath, and dived in. ‘Your grandmother came to me with the plan to set you up.’
Zac’s face darkened with impatience. ‘It was either you or her, and to be quite frank it doesn’t really matter who initiated it. Look, if you’re not going to tell me something new—’
Emotion rose up inside Rose as she choked out, ‘It does matter. And I need to tell you why I said yes in the first place—’ She stopped abruptly and took a breath. ‘It was for my father.’
The words hung in the air between them.
Zac frowned. ‘What’s your father got to do with this?’
Rose’s legs were feeling shaky, so she sat down again on the nearest chair. She looked at Zac and said helplessly, ‘Everything.’
He stared at her, and she half expected him to walk out, but he didn’t.
He said grimly, ‘Go on.’
‘If I tell you what I’m going to tell you I need you to promise me something first.’
His mouth tightened. ‘You’re really not in a position to bargain.’
Rose stood up again. She had to be strong for this. ‘I want this baby to be a Valenti too, Zac. I don’t want any part in your grandmother’s scheme. But if I’m to go against her for you, and this baby, I need you to match what she was paying me.’
Zac got angry. ‘Now you’re willing to negotiate?’
He paced back and forth, energy crackling across the space between them.
‘It’s not a negotiation.’
Her voice rang out, harsher than she’d ever heard it. And it stopped Zac too.
She went on. ‘The reason I could never tell you the price she paid me is because this was never about money—’
‘Oh, please—’
‘It wasn’t,’ she said, in the face of his blatant disbelief.
‘If it wasn’t about money then what was it about?’
Rose felt numbness stealing over her, cushioning her slightly from Zac’s blistering impatience. ‘My father is ill. Very ill. He needs an operation on his heart and it’s one of the most expensive operations in the world. He was a driver for your family for years. You know him.’
Rose could see Zac trying to compute this information, and eventually he said incredulously, ‘Séamus O’Malley? He’s your father?’
Rose nodded, feeling emotional. ‘Yes. It started a few months ago. He wasn’t feeling well and we couldn’t figure out what was wrong. After tests the doctors realised that it was his heart. He
told me the results over the phone when I was at work in your grandmother’s house. Our insurance is basic, at best. It was devastating news, because we knew we could never afford the operation he needed.’
Rose continued.
‘But before I go any further I need your promise that you’ll take over the care of my father, protect him from any possible repercussions that come out of my telling you everything. He’s due to have the operation in two days. If he doesn’t have it he won’t last until the end of the year—’
Her voice had cracked on the last words, but Zac appeared unmoved.
‘Why should I do this?’
‘Because he’s an innocent party in this. He doesn’t deserve to suffer because of my mistakes.’
Zac prowled towards her, his face darkening. ‘Oh, so I’m a mistake now?’
Rose flushed. ‘I didn’t mean that. I meant the mistake of letting your grandmother use me as a pawn to get to you, and then everything getting out of control.’
Zac stopped. Even though feet still separated them, she could feel his physical pull on her.
He looked at her for a long moment. ‘I’ll have to check what you say is true.’
‘Of course.’ She seized on even the slightest chance that he might do this. ‘And then will you help him?’ Rose thought she’d get down on her knees if she had to.
Zac was silent for so long that she felt the spark of hope wither inside her... Perhaps she’d misjudged him. He wouldn’t unbend. Not for her—not for anyone.
She was about to admit defeat and retreat when he nodded once, curtly. ‘If your father truly is ill and he played no part in this, then, yes, I will help him. Now, tell me. Everything.’
For a moment the relief Rose felt was almost overwhelming. And then she registered Zac’s impatience. He was waiting for her to speak.
She struggled to formulate her thoughts, aware that she was on borrowed time. ‘When I found out about my father I was upset. Your grandmother found me crying in one of the bedrooms. At first she was annoyed that I wasn’t working, but then when I explained why I was upset she seemed to get interested...’
Rose knew she didn’t have to go into the minutiae. Zac got it. His grandmother had seen an opportunity and seized it.
‘She presented me with a plan to go to a function and deliberately contrive to meet you. She spoke about seducing you...getting pregnant...but in all honesty I was so distraught that half of what she said barely made sense. And then, when it sank in, I truly believed that the chances of the plan actually working were slim to none. I have no defence for even contemplating what she proposed for me to do except to say that I was panicking and she was telling me that she would pay for my father to have the operation he needed. She had the contracts and non-disclosure agreements drawn up by the next day... Even as I signed them I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I was so scared for my father.’
Zac was still giving nothing away with his expression.
Rose forged on. ‘I spent most of that evening we met hiding in the hotel bathroom. I realised I couldn’t do it. It was crazy. I was totally out of my depth. And I was terrified of actually meeting you... I hoped you’d left, that I could tell your grandmother it hadn’t worked...’
Zac’s gaze dropped to Rose’s waist and he said, in a voice stripped bare of expression, ‘But we did meet.’
Rose put a hand over her belly. ‘Yes.’
He looked back up. ‘And then we met again—and not by chance.’
She flushed with shame. ‘No, not by chance. But not by my choice either. After I left you that first night I wrote a note to your grandmother telling her I couldn’t go through with it, including my resignation. I went home to Queens and resolved to try and look after my father myself, even if I had to work five jobs... But then she came and found me a week later... She told me you’d been looking for me—’
Rose faltered, afraid of Zac’s reaction to that, but he remained stony-faced.
She went on, ‘She reminded me that I’d signed legal documents and that if I didn’t go through with the plan she’d sue me. I was afraid she’d do even worse things, like fight me for custody.’
Zac almost exploded. ‘Anyone would know that she wouldn’t have a leg to stand on in a court of law if it came to fighting the rights of the biological mother.’
Rose went so hot with instant humiliation that she could feel sweat break out all over her body. And anger gripped her too, surging forth like water from a dam that had broken after too much pressure.
‘How on earth was I supposed to know that? I’m a maid, Zac. I left high-school at seventeen with no qualifications. When one of the world’s richest women stands in front of you with a signed document, it’s pretty hard not to believe that she has the power to annihilate you. Plus she made me sign a non-disclosure agreement—which is why I believed I couldn’t tell you anything.’
Rose was breathing hard after her outburst, and realised her hands were clenched into fists at her sides. She consciously relaxed them and tried to regain control. Zac’s slightly stunned expression was no comfort. She was shaking from the adrenaline rush of anger and of defending herself for the first time to this man.
But then the expression on his face closed again, became obdurate. As much as Rose wanted to crawl somewhere safe and lick her wounds, she knew she had to keep going—bare herself completely.
She lifted her chin. ‘The truth is that as much as she was coercing me to comply with threats of legal action... I wanted to see you again. It’s the most selfish thing I’ve ever done, going back to your apartment with you that day, but I thought...I believed that I could have that moment...that as long as I made sure you used protection...’
She fell silent under the weight of the evidence that all her good intentions hadn’t protected her—or them.
As if reading her mind, Zac said, ‘As interesting as all of this sounds, I’m inclined to see the fact that you did get pregnant as a somewhat calculated part of the plan, no matter how reluctant you say you were to go along with it.’
Rose fought down a feeling of despair. It had always been a long shot that Zac would believe her—but at least he’d listened and had agreed to take care of her father. That had to be enough for now. She didn’t see the point in telling him that she’d been face to face with his grandmother that afternoon. He would find out soon enough.
He folded his arms. ‘If I do this and help your father, how do I know you won’t turn around and fight me for custody of my child?’
She felt incredibly weary now. ‘Because I’m putting my father’s life in your hands. And I’m telling you that I want my baby to have your name. Your rightful name. I’ll sign anything you want.’
Zac’s mouth twisted. ‘I think we can safely say that you’ve proved how adept you are at that, at least.’
His phone rang in his pocket then, and he cursed as he looked at his watch and then back to her.
‘I need to go to this function. I’m giving the keynote speech.’ He reached into his inside jacket pocket and held out a card. ‘Call my assistant and give him all your father’s details. Once I’m satisfied that he’s an innocent party I’ll arrange for his care to be put in my name.’
Just like that. Weeks of agonising, and now the thought that she might possibly have told Zac everything from the start made emotion rise up inside her, twisting her heart in her chest.
She took the card, and he was almost out through the door when Rose managed to get out a strangled-sounding, ‘Wait...’
He stopped and turned again. His face was stark. No emotion. When she felt as if someone had just ripped her guts out.
‘I just...’ Rose faltered under that cool regard. She just...what? ‘I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I never meant for any of it to happen like this.’
She still refused to regret be
coming pregnant, but she was sure he wouldn’t appreciate hearing that right now.
‘I’m not sure you didn’t, Rose, but you’ve told me enough for now. As you say, your father shouldn’t be punished for your actions.’
And then he was gone, the door closing quietly behind him. Rose sank down on the couch behind her, suddenly weak as the overload of adrenaline left her system. She was trembling all over, like a shock victim.
The cool lack of emotion in his eyes just now scored at her already raw insides like a knife. The fact that he would never believe she hadn’t set out to trap him deliberately, regardless of what she’d told him, was devastating.
In the shattering aftermath of their lovemaking in Italy she’d truly believed that maybe he felt something for her beyond resentment. There had been glimmers of an accord... But obviously it had just been her pathetic wishful thinking.
But still a tiny bud of hope refused to die. If there was any chance at all that she could persuade Zac that she’d never wanted to betray him, then wasn’t it worth a try? Even if she had to tell him how she felt to convince him. Even if that prospect made her feel weak all over again.
She knew that if she hadn’t fallen for him in the first place—probably from the moment she’d laid eyes on him—then this chain of events would never have happened. It was the fact that she’d wanted him so much for herself that had led to this, and she owed it to him to make that clear.
Filled with determination, and with her heart pounding, Rose went into what had been her bedroom and rummaged through the wardrobe until she found what she was looking for.
* * *
Zac wasn’t sure what he’d said during the keynote speech, but it must have been the right thing because people were coming up and slapping him on the back, making all the right noises and responses.
He wasn’t sure what he’d said because his brain was still trying to assimilate everything Rose had told him. She wanted him to believe that she’d done it all for her sick father.
He remembered Séamus O’Malley. He’d always been nice to Zac, and had let him sit up at the front of the car when his grandparents hadn’t been around. His accent used to fascinate Zac, and he would tell him stories of Ireland and tales of great Irish warriors.