Billionaire Protector: A Dark Romance

by Nikki Chase

  “Fine. Tell me.” She crosses her arms in front of her chest. Under normal circumstances, I’d be staring at the way her stance pushes out her perky breasts, but this is no time to be distracted, although it’s incredible how good she looks with no make-up and an outfit she has clearly just thrown together.

  “Okay. Firstly, I’m so sorry I didn’t talk to you as soon as you left the bar last night. My family...disapproves. And they’ve got people watching me so I don’t call you or come looking for you. You know about the tracker now. That’s the kind of thing that they do. They’re paranoid criminals.”

  “Maybe they just know that it’s a bad idea for you to have anything to do with me. Maybe they have a point.” Emily’s tone is still angry, but at least she’s not shouting anymore now that she’s curious enough to listen.

  “I was hoping to see you at the office this morning.” I admit she has a point. Emily probably would’ve been better off had I stayed away from her. But there’s no point talking about that right now. That’s all done and in the past. I need to focus on what to do from this point on. I need to get my whole story out or I’ll run out of time. And then I’ll never get another chance to beg for her forgiveness again.

  “I’m not working there anymore. You’re crazy if you think I’m going back,” she says.

  “Fair enough. It would’ve been easier for me to sneak out and find you if you were at the office. I’ve also been to Alice’s apartment, but you weren’t there. And then I remembered that you still had the phone I gave you. On the off chance that you still had it, I checked the tracker and found you here. I promise you, I never planned to put a tracker on you.” I look at Emily expectantly, hoping to see if that softens her heart a little bit.

  “Go on,” she says, raising her eyebrows.

  “On the night of the accident, if you remember, it was dark and raining. There was a storm. The winds were really strong. My phone was ringing, and I reached for it on the passenger seat to reject the call. I took my eyes off the road for a split second, and…” My voice trails off.

  “...and you hit us.” Emily finishes my sentence. She presses her lips together and forces her eyes wide to stop the tears in her eyes from falling, but I can see how much sadness she’s holding back.

  “Yes. That’s when the accident happened.” I’ve practiced telling this story to Emily thousands of times before when I’ve been awake in the dark, tortured with guilt. But now that the time has come, I still can’t find the right words to say.

  “Why did you remember seeing me in that bar? I’d only been there once before,” she says in a small, shaky voice.

  “I, uh, I just thought you looked beautiful. I wanted to talk to you, but you disappeared before I had a chance to. We must’ve left the bar at about the same time.”

  My phone starts ringing. Fuck. This is the worst time. I dig into my pocket and glance down just long enough to tap the red “Decline” button on my phone.

  “Do you have somewhere else you’d rather be?” She asks with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

  “Absolutely not.” I softly shake my head. “There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be than wherever you are.”

  “I have to ask. Did you do it on purpose?” She stares intensely at my face like she’s looking for answers.

  “Fuck, Emily.” That hurts. “Of course not. I can see why you’d think that, because I saw you at the bar, but I didn’t chase your car if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  “But you did follow me after the accident?”

  “Yes, I did.” When I see sadness clouding her features, I quickly add, “But it was just to make sure you were doing fine.”

  “I’d be doing fine already by now if it wasn’t for you.” Emily’s expression hardens.

  The phone rings again, and I shut it off without even looking at it. That must be my father or one of his men. And I’m sure whoever it is won’t hesitate to put me in a world of pain if they find out where I am and what I’m doing.

  But right now it seems more important that I don’t cause Emily more pain than she’s already in. I can handle whatever my father dishes out, but Emily… I have to do everything I can to make Emily safe and happy.

  “Look, Emily. Can I please see you tomorrow? There’s something I need to show you. I have a plan.”

  “I don’t need your plans, Cole. I don’t need you to take care of me.”

  “I promise you, I can fix everything. Please,” I beg her.

  “I told you, I’ve had enough of you trying to run my life. Why do you even do it? Do you get some sort of sick pleasure from destroying and then rebuilding my life?”

  “No, Emily, I’m not trying to—”

  "Stop it!" She shouts. "Everything! Just stop! Stop trying to control my life. I'm not your puppet for you to manipulate and toy with as you wish."

  "Emily," I say, trying to calm her down. "I'm not try—"

  "Shush!" She cuts me off. "Don't tell me what to think! Don't tell me what to do! Just... Just stop!"

  "Will you please let me at least explain what I’m planning to do?" I ask, exasperated.

  "No.” She looks straight at me, her eyes cold and indifferent. “I don’t care anymore about anything you have to say. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear any of it. You've had a lot of chances to explain. You've had years!" She takes in a deep breath, then exhales audibly. In a calmer voice, she continues, "Years, Cole."

  "I know. I know I’ve done you wrong and I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But please, Emily. Let me make it up to you. I never meant to hide anything from you. I just wanted—“

  "I said stop it, Cole. You want to explain. You never meant to do it. You just wanted something else — I don't even care anymore what it was. It's all about you, isn't it?"

  I was almost ready to go on with my explanation, but my mouth falls open and remains that way for a few long seconds that feel like forever. Emily makes a good point. A point that many other people in my life have made before. Maybe there's a truth to it.

  "I thought so," she says. "I'm not here to assuage your guilt, Cole. Stop treating me like I'm some hurt little bird you pick up to put back together. Maybe it hasn't occurred to you, but I'm a human being with my own wants, my own needs, my own aspirations. It’s not all about you.“ She pauses to catch her breath. "It's too late for explanations now, Cole. Stop thinking about yourself for once and let me live my life."

  "Emily, please don't do this." I'm begging now and I know I sound desperate and pathetic, but I'm grasping at straws. I have to tell her something. Something real. Something that actually means something to her. Something that will make her listen to me and stay with me. "Emily. I love you."

  "Then leave me alone," she says with finality.

  She walks away, and I just stand there. I let her leave. It feels like a thousand arrows have just stabbed into my chest.

  I’ve failed.

  26

  Emily

  “Em?”

  “Uh-huh,” I answer weakly from my bed. A thick blanket and a door separate the two of us and I have no idea if she can hear me.

  “Em, are you in there?” Alice repeats.

  “Yeah,” I say louder.

  “Can I come in?”

  “Okay.” I flip the blanket open and take a deep breath. It was getting pretty hot and stuffy in there anyway.

  “Is everything okay?” Alice opens the door, letting the light from the living room spill into my bedroom. She leaves it open as she walks in and sits on my bed.

  “No.” And just like that, the tears start falling again. Soon enough I’m sobbing in Alice’s arms. We used to do this a lot after Scott’s death. I didn’t think we’d have to do this again so soon, especially after I started putting the pieces of my life back together again. Heh. So much for my recovery.

  “Did something happen with Cole?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Want to talk about it?”

  “Alice. Who’s Randy? How d
oes he know Cole?” I thought I’d had enough of Cole’s excuses. I thought I already had all the answers. But as soon as I got home and had a chance to think, more questions cropped up in my brain.

  I can’t possibly pick up the phone and ask Cole after the way we left things at the cemetery. But maybe Alice can help with the few remaining questions that I have.

  “Em, I need to tell you something. Please keep in mind that I love you and I never thought things would turn out this way.”

  I pull away to take a good look at her face. Why did she say that? She’s starting to sound like Cole.

  Alice takes a deep breath, then says, “There is no Randy.”

  “What are you talking about? You told me about Randy yourself, remember? When we had that dinner with Cole?”

  This doesn’t make any sense. Alice would never lie to me. It must’ve slipped her mind.

  “I remember, Em. Listen. As soon as you told me about going to the conference alone with Cole, I knew I’d made a mistake, but it was too late. You were so excited about it and it was a good opportunity for your career. I couldn’t just tell you not to go. But the thought that I could’ve stopped what happened between you and Cole has been keeping me awake every night.”

  “I don’t understand.” I frown in confusion and sniffle. All the crying I’ve done all day has blocked my nose.

  “I’m sorry, Em. I’ll start from the beginning.” Alice hands me the box of tissues from the nightstand and smiles apologetically. With my room in complete darkness, Alice’s face is cast in the shadows of the light coming in through the slit in the door.

  “Marco didn’t tell me about a vacancy at Foster Hotels, and neither did Randy. Randy doesn’t even exist. Cole was the one who approached me about the job.”

  “Cole…?” I prop myself up with my elbows and get up to a sitting position.

  “Yes.” She takes another deep breath, as if steeling herself to tell the tale. “About a year after the accident, Cole came up to me and introduced himself. He said he was the driver in the other car. He said he knew you were looking for work and he wanted to help. I did wonder how he knew about it, but when I found out he was Robert Foster’s son it all became clear.”

  “Who is Robert Foster?” I blow my nose into the tissue and set it aside to join all the other tear-saturated, snot-soaked tissues on my bed.

  “Ah, right. You don’t know who he is.” She looks up at the ceiling and pauses to think. “I first heard about him from one of the regulars at my restaurant. He’s a big deal. A really big deal, Em. We don’t hear much about him because he’s a private guy who prefers to stay in the shadows.”

  “I’ve met him at the office a few times,” I say.

  “He’s not literally always in the shadows.” For the first time since she entered my bedroom, Alice smiles. “Some say he’s into drugs and illegal gambling, but nobody really knows. He definitely has some shady stuff going on, although people say he’s cleaning up his business now that he has enough money to go legit.”

  I nod along as Alice tells her story. It’s all starting to make sense now. The tracker, the men Cole said were guarding him, the strange animosity between the two of them.

  “So you see how I didn’t think it was strange that Cole knew about your job search. His family is the kind of people who make it their business to know about stuff.”

  “So you lied about Marco? And about Randy? Why?” I know Alice would never do anything to hurt me. I feel like I’m in an alternate reality where everything’s upside down.

  “Well, you really needed a job, Em. And the job market sucked. And you had no qualifications for the kind of job that would lead to a decent career,” Alice says. “You have to admit it was an excellent opportunity for you. You’d already had everything taken from you. I didn’t see any point in you handicapping yourself career-wise for no good reason.”

  “What do you mean for no good reason?” My chest starts to burn again with anger and confusion. Why does everybody in my life feel the need to make life-changing decisions for me?

  “I’m sorry, Em. But you know as well as I do that it really was an accident. You told me yourself that Scott was speeding to get you home. In the storm. At night.”

  I remember how I was begging Scott to get me home quickly. My head was spinning and I needed to lie down. I had no idea it was going to cause the biggest tragedy in my life. I’ve spent countless nights crying myself to sleep just thinking about how I was pressuring Scott to drive faster. If Cole is a murderer who’s responsible for Scott’s death, then I am too.

  “At the time you couldn’t even see yourself going back to college, so your career chances weren’t going to get better any time soon,” Alice continues. “I knew you and Scott planned for you to go back to college while he continued working. And with Scott gone, that wasn’t possible anymore. I thought there was no sense in throwing away the only good career opportunity you’d ever come across in your life.

  “I thought you would work at Foster Hotels for a couple of years and then move on to another company. You’re a smart girl, Em. Always have been. I thought if someone would just give you a chance you’d go far. Then Cole showed up, ready to give you that chance. I never expected anything to develop between the two of you.

  “I know it’s hard for you to see too far into the future right now. But years from now you’ll have forgotten all about Cole. You’ll have an awesome new job and maybe even an awesome new boyfriend.”

  “I can’t see any of that happening,” I say, blowing my nose into a bunch of crumpled up tissues.

  “I know what happened with Cole wasn’t exactly normal dating experience. But believe me, sooner or later you were going to run into some assholes. It’s all just a part of being a single girl in the city. Think of this as a learning experience. Hell, as far as assholes go, Cole isn’t even the worst.”

  “God, Alice. I asked him if he did it on purpose.”

  “What, the accident?”

  “I don’t know. Everything.” I can’t even remember much of what I said this morning at the cemetery. It all happened so fast.

  “I’m sure that was a real accident, Em. There was no reason for him to purposely get into a car accident, not unless he had a death wish. He almost died himself.”

  “He did?” I look at Alice incredulously. “Why don’t I know about this?”

  “The Foster family kept the details out of the papers. That’s why it’s not in the news. That’s why there was no media interest at all in the story even though it involved someone like Cole Foster.

  “I asked Cole about it when he approached me about your job. I asked him why. He told me he was unconscious for days. When he woke up, the family had taken care of everything. The police, the media. There was nothing left for him to do and the guilt was killing him. He felt that helping you would help him heal. And Em, you needed that help.

  “Honestly, I don’t know why he decided it was a good idea for the two of you to get together. But I’ve given it some thought, and I don’t think he meant for that to happen either. He stayed away from you for months, right? Until Robert Foster told the two of you to go to the conference.”

  “Why didn’t you ever tell me any of these things?” I ask.

  “Would you have taken the job if you had known?”

  “No.”

  “Exactly,” she says. “I know you’re not ready for it right now, but you’ll see that this was a good career move for you, Em. Now that you have some work experience at one of the most prestigious hotel chains in the country, finding work won’t be as hard as it used to be.”

  Alice has a point. Having worked for Foster Hotels has made my resume a lot more attractive to future employers. And that presentation I did in Seattle made it look even better. I also made a lot of industry contacts at that conference.

  “So what do I do now?”

  “You do whatever you want, Em. You’ve been through a lot and you’ve accomplished a lot in your short career. You c
an rest for a while and then figure out what to do yourself. I’m done being a busybody.” Alice smiles.

  “Are you sure?” I tease her. Alice has been my parent and my guardian angel my whole life. She can be nosy, but maybe that’s a side effect of having always been the one who’s responsible for my well-being. Even if things haven’t turned out well, I know she has done her best for me. And I can’t imagine her behaving any differently in the future.

  “You’re a grown-up and you can make your own decisions. Obviously, I don’t always make the best decisions. I’m not going to run your life anymore.” She looks at my unconvinced expression and admits, “Well, at least I’ll try my best.”

  Alice softly laughs, and I join her even as my tears continue to streak down my cheeks. It feels weird to cry and laugh at the same time. But I feel like I can face life again — maybe not now, but definitely in another month or two.

  27

  Cole

  “I didn’t think you’d really come,” my father says as he enters the home office.

  It’s mid-day now and the room looks completely different. The curtains that covered the big window behind the desk are now pulled back, letting warm sunshine stream in. I can see trees and flowers outside the window.

  My father has always loved gardens. He has an army of gardeners to maintain the grounds around his mansion. It’s just like him to never want to get soil on his own hands even if he’s the one who gets to actually enjoy the results of the dirty work.

  “You know me. I always come when you call. Besides, I don’t miss Officer Dumb and Officer Dumber,” I say.

  “Very funny. You’re a joker, that’s what you are.”

  “Thanks. I’m glad you enjoy my jokes.” I watch him take a seat in his big leather chair across the desk.

  “Where did you go yesterday?”

  “Oh, you know. Around.” I shrug nonchalantly and lean back in my own comfortable, fabric, normal-size chair.

  “George and Julian told me you went missing and they couldn’t find you.”