by Leah Holt
The old man nodded at him, rubbing his wife's back. Her hands were curled tightly into her lap as she smiled nervously and nodded too.
Stepping back, I fanned my arm out to let him pass. “That's better, now get the hell out of here.”
He stood frozen, fiddling with his hands, then wiping them anxiously on his thighs. Laughing inside, I was tempted to lurch at him quickly just to fuck with him. But I held back, figuring his balls had just shrunk enough in size.
“Get out of here,” I demanded, waving him off. The kid rushed passed me, breaking into a slow jog. After making sure he kept on his way, I turned back to the couple. “I hope you both have a better evening.” Taking my wallet out, I tugged out a fifty dollar bill and held it between my fingers. “Here, have dinner on me tonight.”
“Oh no, no no no. I can't accept that. I should be paying you for teaching him a lesson.” The man shook his head, laughing. “I'm not as nimble as I used to be, these old bones can't handle it anymore. But, he deserved a good kick in the ass.”
“Joel.” His wife snapped her head up, giving him a nasty glare.
Smiling, I took his hand and folded it around the bill. “Dinner for you and your lovely wife.” While holding his hand, I shook it, letting go of the money. Flashing them one more smile, I walked back to the terminal door.
It made me feel good to know that they would have a better night, and even better knowing that another jerk had just been knocked down a peg.
Glancing around the room, it was mostly vacant now with a few stragglers hanging around, charging their phones in open sockets and rifling through their bags.
My eyes zeroed in on each and every face, but none of them were Allie.
Fuck!
She's not here.
She didn't come.
Letting out a heavy breath, I felt deflated. My shoulders fell forward, eyes dropping to the floor. I had been so hopeful she would take this chance on me, that she would feel the same excitement I had.
Dragging my hand over the back of my neck, I kicked a foot into the floor and turned to leave.
“Do you always put yourself in danger for people you don't know?” Her smile was sparkling, eyes squinted tight. “I was waiting for your head to pop off.”
There she was, right behind me, holding the same green satchel she had back in Waterford. Her hair was pulled into a high bun, loose strands dangled around her cheeks, framing her face.
She was beautiful, turning a bitter moment into a high I couldn't explain.
“You saw that?”
“I did.”
“And?” I asked, breaching the space between us.
“You're noble, that's a good thing.” Crossing one leg over the other, Allie leaned against the wall.
“Noble?” Laughing, I lifted a finger to her arm and stroked her soft skin. “I'm no prince, that's for sure.”
Tilting her head, she smiled big. “You came to my rescue, you came to theirs. . . That's pretty close.” Standing up, Allie leaned in, raising up onto her toes and kissing my cheek.
“I'm glad you decided to take my offer.” Drawing my fingertips over the curve of her jaw, I traced her throat. She was warm to the touch, cheeks blushing cherry red as I caressed her neck.
“What did I have to stop me?” Falling back onto flat feet, she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. Her lips thinned as she smiled, tucking her chin into her chest.
We stood quietly, not saying a word. I wanted to scoop her in my arms and hug her, letting her bury her face into my neck. I wanted to smell her perfume, feel her skin on my face and her lips on mine.
Allie twisted her toe into the floor, her fingers running long lines down the strap of her bag. “So, what now?”
“Well, I still owe you dinner.” Grabbing her hand, I twined my fingers around hers and led us away. “And this time, it won't be interrupted by salt water.”
Giggling, I felt her fingers tighten in mine. “I didn't mind that, not one bit.”
What she didn't realize was that this was just the beginning. I was a man who took the world and made it mine, I could give her more than she could ever realize.
Now it was time to show her. There wouldn't be anymore room for her to worry or hide from her past.
I was going to help her move forward.
She was about to create new memories.
Memories that would stick with her forever.
Chapter Eight
Alaska
When the clerk handed me my ticket and I saw it was going to bring me to Los Angeles, I almost turned around and walked out. I had vowed to never go back, to never return to the source of all my troubles.
But I decided to take the risk anyway. Life was filled with challenges, ups and downs; how could I walk away from something that felt so right?
Kealen had this power over me, this heavy-handed, fall to your knees power. I wanted more, needed more. . . So I jumped.
Swallowing my stomach, I shut my eyes and took that leap of faith. I had nothing to lose. There was no place I could run to that I wouldn't be recognized. So, what did it matter?
It didn't.
I had literally made it to the other side of the country and still reporters were able to find me. The front page claimed my name as its own, I couldn't escape. Hiding didn't do shit anymore. I was found.
The soft flicker of the candle lit up Kealen's face. “This is really nice,” I said, taking a sip of my water. “Thank you.”
“Allie, this is just the start, I hope you know that.” Breaking a piece of bread in half, he popped it into his mouth and smiled.
I loved his smile. It was comforting and sexy, melting me from the inside out. This man went above and beyond to make me feel at ease, and it didn't seem like an act or ruse to trick me.
He seemed genuine, like the world was just a playground that you could enjoy. I knew it differently. I saw it as a place filled with deceit and lies that stalked you daily.
“I know a lot of things, but none of it is this good.” Twirling the ice in my glass, I stared blankly at the table.
Eyeing me curiously, Kealen leaned in over the table. “Look, I know you've been hiding from something, I know you want to disappear and pretend you were just born right before the moment we met. . .”
Snapping my eyes up to his, I inhaled a sharp breath. It scared me how well he could read me, how he could see right through me and know that much.
I wasn't sure how he did it, but it made it harder and harder for me to hold my wall up. Secrets weren't a healthy way to move forward. They devoured you from inside, eating away through your muscles until they finally breached the surface.
Pursing my lips, I leaned forward to speak, but bit my tongue. It's too soon. Let him get to know you so he doesn't get scared away.
Kealen stared at me through slit lids, waiting to see if I would answer. And I still couldn't. Not yet, not when things seem so good.
Scrunching his lips, he sat back in his chair. “What I can't figure out is why you haven't asked me anything. Aren't you curious about me?”
“I am.” Shifting in my chair, I nervously stroked my hair. His eyes lit up in the flame, twinkling with small sparks. My belly twirled and spun like strands of silk being weaved together.
He made me nervous, but it was the best kind of nervous I had ever felt.
The gray jacket he wore tugged on his muscles as he flexed his arms, drawing my eyes right to them. A tight, white shirt fixed to his chest, forming snugly against him like wrapping paper around a present.
Every contour, every groove and bulge were snapping and perking as he bent his arms and wiggled closer to the table.
I was suspended in thought, my brain skipping between where he was leading the conversation and the desire to peel the shirt off his body so I could run my hands over his muscles.
Tapping his fingertips together, Kealen rested his chin on his hands, smirking. “So why don't you ask?”
“I just thought it was easier to not
know.”
“What's that supposed to mean?” Cocking a brow, he dipped his head.
“I mean. . .” Pausing, I lifted a spoon off the table and started to twirl it around. “If I don't ask you, you won't ask me.”
Laughing hard, Kealen rubbed his jaw, letting his hands fall down lightly. “Allie, I already know you won't talk about yourself, but you can ask me anything you want. I'm not going to pry, but I'm an open book to you. All I can hope is that at some point you'll give up your secrets willingly.”
Not a chance in hell.
Willingly—no, due to forces out of my control—maybe. If I could keep that stupid show in the pitfalls of my life, I would. And the man who put me there, pushing for me to give up my virginity for his own benefit could ride alongside it.
There was no way I was going to jeopardize whatever was happening between us. He seemed like a good guy, he didn't deserve to have his name in the spotlight, ruining him too.
I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to hide it from him, but for now, it wasn't worth it. Right then, that moment was all I wanted to focus on.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you so willing to give yourself to me, but not expect it back?” Tipping the spoon up onto the thin edge of the curve, I spun it in circles.
I was having a hard time believing what he was saying. There was always an expectation, a return to a favor, interest on a loan; nothing came free. It didn't matter what it was.
If Kealen was going to let me into his world, there had to be something he wanted for it.
Right?
His palms flattened against the table, sliding across to grab mine. “Because what I feel isn't based off who you were, it's based off who I've seen.”
“But you don't know me.”
“That's what I'm hoping to do, I'm hoping to get to know you, even if it's just what you want me to see.”
My heart fluttered, pattering inside my chest like the quick drumming of a rabbit's foot against the ground. I felt my skin blush, the warmth running from my arms to my toes, and pooling between my thighs.
Crossing my feet, I squeezed my legs firmly together. My sensitive button throbbed, pulsing with a heartbeat of its own. The feelings rushing through me were new and unknown, they scraped me raw, leaving me open and vulnerable.
And I called it in, eager to explore all it had to offer. Why else would I have jumped on that plane?
I came because it felt right, I came because it was time for me to take my life back.
I came because I wanted to see where these feelings could go and how far I would let them push me till I decided to shut them down.
And maybe. . . Maybe a part of me wanted to give him more.
The smile spread across my face as tingles washed over my skin. “I don't know what to say to that.”
“I want to show you something.” Holding my hand, he stood up. “Come on.” Nodding to the waiter, he pointed at the check holder on the table.
The waiter nodded back, giving him a smug grin. “What was that all about?” I asked, looking between the two men, their unspoken exchange leaving me curious.
Shrugging his shoulder, his hand engulfed mine. “I'm a regular here.”
Kealen led me a block over from the restaurant and to a large office building. The building was amazing. It towered over the rest on the street, looming over the city like a watch dog.
As we approached from the sidewalk, I was in awe over the two large glass doors with heavy gold handles. The glass was cloudy, floral designs were crafted across the entire pane. Tugging out a key card, he swiped it through a box on the handle and opened the door.
The floor lit bright white in Italian Carrara marble, a center mosaic of a bridge over water drew your eye in. It was the most intricate piece of art I had ever seen. Each stone was laid perfectly, the colors all lining up to create the illusion that the bridge and water were real.
“Wow, this is beautiful.” Stepping around the image, I stared down amazed.
“That's the Bridge of Sighs.” Kealen walked behind me, his feet clicking against the hard stone.
“The what? It sounds so sad for something so beautiful.” Tucking my hair behind my ears, I bent down to look closer.
“It could be considered sad, but now it holds a different meaning. Maybe we can go someday, it's way better to see in person.”
“It's a real bridge?” Dragging my fingers lightly over the picture, I stared down at the floor.
Dropping down beside me, Kealen laid his hands on his knees. “The first time I saw it, there was something about it that just stuck with me.”
“Wait—” Flicking my face up to his, I pointed at the floor. “You made this?”
“I had a part in it.” Holding out his hand, he eyed his fingers. “See that scar?” he asked, pointing at a thick white line on his right middle finger. “I can thank this picture for that.” Standing back up, he held out his hand and lifted me to my feet.
“Where are we? What is this place?”
“This is my home away from home.” Chuckling, he led me to a row of elevators and hit the button to go up.
Everything about this building screamed money. It was fancy and flashy, with details on top of details.
The exposed wood beams were carved, burned, and etched. The ceiling wasn't just a ceiling, but a sheen that looked as smooth as the inside of a seashell with multiple colors all bleeding together.
As the double doors opened to the fifth floor, a huge desk made of dark cherry greeted me with the name Knight Architecture scripted into the wood.
“What's this?”
“This is my office.” He walked to a thick door, swiping a key card into the box on the wall and punching in a set of a numbers. “If you won't ask me questions about who I am, I'll just have to show you instead.”
I didn't know what to say or think.
When I met him in Waterford, Kealen came off as just your regular kind of guy. A man who worked with his hands and spent his days outside. His skin was kissed by the sun, his hair had highlights that looked natural, not salon born.
All of this. . . This took me by surprise.
I guess it just showed me that you can't tell who someone is from just looking at them. I would have never thought that before. In my world, you knew the people who had money and those who didn't.
You could easily see when a family came from a long line of wealthy people in their tree of ancestry and the ones who found it by chance.
Then you had my dad. A man who wanted that life, a man who tried and did anything to give his name weight. We weren't poor, but he wasn't happy with what we had. He always wanted more.
My mother used to tell me that happiness comes from inside you, that material things only fueled greed and hatred for others. She used to say that it didn't matter how much you had, because there was always someone with more.
And if you spent your life trying to attain what someone else had, you'd lose touch with what was important.
Those words came true when I finally saw what my father was built from. He was greed, he was hatred. And he turned his back on me a long time ago.
Strolling into his office, I ran my hand across the seam of a black leather couch, leading myself heel to toe around the room.
There was a floor to ceiling bookshelf, filled to the brim with books. A huge mahogany desk was pushed almost against the windows with rolls and rolls of paper all piled up on top. Large pictures of bridges and buildings were hanging on the walls, all labeled with tags of where the photo came from.
“Alright, I have a question. . .”
“Ask, ask me anything.” The leather squeaked gently as Kealen sat down, resting his arm on the back.
I could feel his eyes watching me as I explored the room. Even though I wasn't looking at him, they burned my skin. Prickles excitedly rode my spine as I walked to the giant windows that created his back wall.
“Who are you?”
Cha
pter Nine
Kealen
Allie's face was pressed against the glass, her gaze set forward on the blackened hills. They were hard to make out in the dark, but during the day, I had the best view in the city.
I spent two years designing this building, and the year before designing the restaurant we had dinner in. I loved watching my creations come to life, every last detail had purpose and meaning.
“Who am I?” I asked, letting my eyes lick her body. Her ass was the perfect bubble; plump, firm, and if I didn't know better. . . Begging me to slap it.
Her head twisted over her shoulder, eyes large and curious. “Yeah, who are you?”
“Well. . .” Tapping my hand on the couch, I looked around the room. “I guess that depends.”
Her hips swung around, leg kicking out to the side. I followed the lean lines of her muscles up to the diamond shape carved out between her thighs. Allie was tempting, she was temptation dressed in purity.
And I wanted her, I wanted her like you needed air to live.
“Depends on what?”
Fuck, this woman was sexy as hell. Her tits ruffled up as she crossed her arms over her chest, her long lashes fanned her lids like canopies. Every detail of Allie was a masterpiece.
She had these tiny freckles that rode the bridge of her nose and feathered out under her eyes. A light birthmark stained her right shoulder, shaped like a splashed drop of ink.
Details are what made us who we are. I always paid close attention to everything, even the most subtle of details could tell you more than anything someone might say.
And hers fleshed out in a way that let me in.
I could already see when she got lost in thought because her eyes would crinkle in at the corners and her brows would skip up. When she got nervous, her fingers tapped her thighs and danced around like she was conducting an orchestra.
But all of that still wasn't enough for me to see what I truly wanted—the real her.
“It depends on what you want to hear.”
Slowly walking back in my direction, Allie shuffled her feet across the floor. Her sandals echoed through the room in high-pitched chirps, her legs elongating with each step. “Tell me why you brought me here.”